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New York City, you are now rocking with 50 Cent Are you ready? -- I said are you ready? See, you with me, nigga? Drop that Paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop G-Unit -- something new Im not that nigga in your video Im not a trick, I dont love the hoes And niggas know I be on the low When I gets my dough and I twist my dro Im not that nigga that you think you know I walk around with a big fo-fo You front on me Im gon get at you, dawg I be right at your crib waiting at your door Coming up I aint have much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know I had to make something out of nothing Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumping Hustled hard, at nineteen I bought a Benz, I did The older niggas really wasnt feeling the kid Trying to find where I live so they could run in my crib But you cant hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid Back then niggas used to call me Boo In six months I sold a million gold tops on Guy Brewer Country came around, hes into clapping and Country left, same shit started happening Like, He shot Rob for some ends, Rob shot Joe over some skins Cory shot you and we was friends, money turned boys into men The cycle never changes, shit just starts again Naw, nigga, aint nothing changed, nigga Yeah, Ive been gone for a minute, but Im back You see my cherry red SL, nigga -- Im doing good Sometimes I cant find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace -- look at the wheels Im addicted to stunting now that Im holding something I got a trunk full of guns from VA today Nigga you high or something? I dont play games, Im bout my money, nigga -- buy something I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9s Here nigga take one, catch a jux and bring me mine Yeah, dont ever say I dont do nothing for you, nigga You know, dont say I didnt look out for you, knowhatImean? But make sure, nigga, that you go catch some jux When you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang, knowhatImsayin? I dont want it back nigga, dont try to use it then give it back to me Cause I could see yall niggas now running around saying 50 getting all this rap money and he wont help us Sit tight, nigga, Im coming, you know? New shit All the shit I put out on the mixtapes is for the mixtapes I got a million Oh my God -- my shit is so hot right now; Im in the zone

Yeah I am N.Y. no lie Yeah I am N.Y. no lie They say they do it, like I do it with no mask on Nigga, get the fuck outta line, you getting blast on Jesus let the weak roam the Earth without a purpose Well, I’ll stomp ya fucking head til it’s under the surface Now I need you to get it through ya bloodclot head Before I put a bullet through ya bloodclot dreads These niggas aint made of the same shit I’m made of I dump a clip for my man if he need a favour I let a nigga slide he came back and almost shot me Then he was thinking I was scared, nah nigga not me They don’t understand I was raised by the vultures Kids laughing like hyenas in a crib full of roaches Call grandmami mommy cause mommy already dead Daddy been missing since I was a little kid Now who dared go there playing games with the orphan They know my pedigree, test me I’mma off ‘em Stop the blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Don’t cry, dry your eye Don’t cry, dry your eye Stop the blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Don’t cry, dry your eye Don’t cry, dry your eye That first body drop, we just getting started, death come in threes AR15, M16, semi-automatic, murder machine Wave that, blaze that, give a nigga wings When that blade in your flesh it’s an emergency Your love leak, heart open call the surgery Feels like my last girlfriend I lost her On second thought I know just where I left her, the altar See, I have an advantage I don’t care about tomorrow Find out that I aint frontin’ when them casings start to fall You know attempted murder was the case that they gave me 9 bullet wounds, now a nigga half crazy What is that a tear I see forming in ya eye Why are you so frightened? We’re all gonna die You can say a prayer when I’m coming like the reaper Staring through that sight on the top of my heater Now... Stop the blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Don’t cry, dry your eye Don’t cry, dry your eye Stop the blood clot crying The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying Don’t cry, dry your eye Don’t cry, dry your eye

Ever falled under pressure Charge a bitch like a Tesla Post a pic but dont disable my location Walk with a limp like a pimp, like I need a hip replacement Stay without a chopper Saucy like sriracha Is you a bluff? Cartier, white buffs This money of mine, cant get it off of my mind Hop off in the front of the line, Im selling them this liquor and wine Not low on paper, a hater, thats what Ill never be Longevity, OG he got the recipe not the flattest UPS me package She asked a player, do I eat booty I told her no but I eat coochie Snort Belushi Smoke lemon cherry pie cookie Lame , talks slick, mouthpiece hella game Heart pump fear Got your own beer Overrated , underrated Biatch! Everybody get choices I choose to get money, Im stuck to this bread Everybody got choices These bitches is choosin, Im all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it one-thou bout the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin, I already know But I never go broke Imma stay gettin money And I aint gotta sell my soul Imma stay gettin money If you broke, you aint like me Imma stay gettin money I give a fuck if you dont like me Imma stay gettin money Follow your lead Pop in my piece Will a nigga go broke Spend a couple mill on dope Fake on a real nigga Spend cake on a pill nigga Tell on them fools Stay down and pay all my dues Cant get caught slippin Eastside, Long Beach, crippin Simp with the bitches Tied in a knot like extensions Soft as a pillow All about that money in the middle Play the role of a killa Looked out for all of my niggas Ever done blow Are you really hard on a hoe Is it hard being a G Am I really who you wanna be Fraternize with the cops Shit, dope by the packs Sold my soul Shoot this pimping, she chose Everybody get choices I choose to get money, Im stuck to this bread Everybody got choices These bitches is choosin, Im all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it one-thou bout the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin, I already know But I never go broke Imma stay gettin money And I aint gotta sell my soul Imma stay gettin money If you broke, you aint like me Imma stay gettin money I give a fuck if you dont like me Imma stay gettin money You in love with a stripper You wanna fuck her you gon tip her You a lame ass nigga You know the money gon get her You tell the hoes that you love em Or you just fuckin til they comin Are you sugar-sugar daddy You know they all want somethin Shawty wanna get married You need at least 10 karats You let a nigga treat you bad He supposed to throw you something automatic Girl, you aint fuck a rapper for nothin Your kinda pussy get you paid These hoes dont do it like you do This style make a hoe wanna go both ways You trust a bitch around your man You know she fuck em when she can You know these hoes aint shit If you dont know youll find out quick You wear another bitch clothes This kid shit, you grown You need a nigga for your bills You pay your shit on your own Everybody get choices I choose to get money, Im stuck to this bread Everybody got choices These bitches is choosin, Im all in they head Everybody got choices Keep it one-thou bout the life that I chose Everybody got choices These niggas be hatin, I already know But I never go broke Imma stay gettin money And I aint gotta sell my soul Imma stay gettin money If you broke, you aint like me Imma stay gettin money I give a fuck if you dont like me Imma stay gettin money

Ayo Fif, I was thinking You should go back to doing the shit you used to do Murder them, murder them, if I let them demonstrate I murder them Niggas be fronting, word up its stunting til they heard up Their semi talk, I let that buck, I had these niggas running hard I pull a nigga skirt up, and have him kicking dirt up I get a nigga hit a nigga, back up stupid hard Silence, its the return of the tyrants Seein through my third eye with both closed eyelids Stand close to the homie you wanna die with Flames come out the muzzle on the shit that I spit Im talking like the feds aint listening Nigga this a pool of piranhas you fishing in I get it nigga if you want it Better ask niggas out me I be on it I get the drop, blow at your knot, perfect planning Hit your back with something hot, out the cannon Its murder one, its premeditated murder Then its another one, back to back put the work in Its murder one, its premeditated murder Then its another one, back to backroom workin You know I got the strap on me, bar holding that for me Im fucked up, it really doesnt matter though 100 9 millimeter shells in the Calico Wait, niggas drop like domino Run for your life puta, si, vamonos I was taught to see my crew a long time ago Walk around with cocaine, yeah even my mama know I cut a O in the fo with seven at a time Made 4 hundred of that, you know a nigga grind Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time A nigga shine, like a nickel 9 I been talking to the man in the mirror Nigga so ass, they be shaking like Shakira It seems like my visions getting clearer See me coming with the hammer out, death is getting near you Its funny how niggas never hear you Till you run down on them, gun down on them Its murder one, its premeditated murder Then its another one, back to back put the work in Its murder one, its premeditated murder Then its another one, back to backroom workin Yeah, starting to feel like the old me

I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Now, shorty, she in the club, she dancin for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies They pay her, ‘cause they want her I spit a little G, man, and my game got her A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin they think about her I got the bitch by the bar tryin to get a drink up out her Позови меня с собой Я приду сквозь злые ночи Я отправлюсь за тобой Что бы путь мне не пророчил Я приду туда, где ты Нарисуешь в небе солнце Где разбитые мечты Обретают снова силу высоты She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country Think she like me ‘cause Im from New York I aint that nigga tryin to holla ‘cause I want some head Im that nigga tryin to holla ‘cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch, hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid! Look, baby, this is simple, you cant see You fuckin with me, you fuckin with a P-I-M-P Позови меня с собой Я приду сквозь злые ночи Я отправлюсь за тобой Что бы путь мне не пророчил Я приду туда, где ты Нарисуешь в небе солнце Где разбитые мечты Обретают снова силу высоты I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Im bout my money, you see, girl, you can holla at me If you fuckin with me, Im a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch, Im a P-I-M-P Come get money with me if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, Im a P-I-M-P Позови меня с собой Я приду сквозь злые ночи Я отправлюсь за тобой Что бы путь мне не пророчил Я приду туда, где ты Нарисуешь в небе солнце Где разбитые мечты Обретают снова силу высоты Позови меня с собой Я приду сквозь злые ночи Я отправлюсь за тобой Что бы путь мне не пророчил Я приду туда, где ты Нарисуешь в небе солнце Где разбитые мечты Обретают снова силу высоты I aint payin, bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P Yeah, in Hollywoood they say Theres no bness like show bness. In the hood they say Theres no bness like hoe bness, you know?

Look If you aint worth a mil, you aint far from broke Got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldnt snitch on my peoples if the feds bribed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldnt rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I aint had no spot You talk six coupes, shit you only pushing a trey Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K For cats like you, crime dont pay You just linger in the hood, then niggas blow you away You the type to get paper when Im locked up, get yo jewels rocked up Then have to tuck em in when I pop up Niggas in the hood sayin 50s Grimy Cause they hit me with consignment and now they cant find me If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip And I can cop another one after each assist You aint no gangsta Youse a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You aint a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out Cause we dont trust ya You owe a nigga? You dont wanna pay him? Kill him, thats what they said Ta Ta did to Peewee Yall aint got to believe me When Im done with this rhyme if theres time Ill hit a flick Wit Mariella, this connect bitch, Peruvian chick She aint hot but everytime I fuck, the coke price drops When its time to get it on I pull over the thong Fuck till I nut then get up, Im gone Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A I like it when she say Papi I feel it in my Belly Call up all my niggas in New York on the celly First thing Im sayin is Nigga what da deally Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle Yall niggas want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch niggas sling packs in front of the Deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my Pirellis Lorenzo on the Benzo, nigga you feel me? Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof Ho whip, bulet proof, you aint fuckin wit me, duke Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay Cop on a weekend, hard to catch em on a weekday Niggas backed up, slugs to the gut, thatll bet him up Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital will slim him up Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent dont care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it Man, I dont like none of yall Fuck around Ill run in yall pop one in yall Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to yall Listen I dont give a fuck if you blood or cuz I got love for thugs niggas firing slugs Stage rapping ass niggas aint sold no drugs Gotta show me some love cause my shit is unplugged

LL I see you J The American Dream Radio killer Yeah! Alright alright alright, call the radio and tell them its your song Its your song, its your song, its your song, its your song Sing it with me baby! Dream! Uh! Girl come on, girl come on, girl come on Cause Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby Im your baby, Your baby, Your baby, Your baby, Im your baby, your baby, yeah Met this little girl she was off the hook I got cold chills when her body shook Hot sex on the platter, no need to cook I let her steal my heart like a horny crook Had her grinding and winding against my leg She messin with my head, wanna play in the bed Sexy pumps on, toenails red Your bodys a gun baby, pump me full of lead It hard to hold you when you moving vulgar Peace sign on your eyes like John Travolta My Pulp aint Fiction, its an addiction To see your booty clap on the floor in the kitchen Nasty girl, taught me all the lingo While mama play bingo, she ride mandingo She dont give a damn if Im married or single She makes me tingle, shorty Im your Cause Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby Im your baby, Your baby, Your baby, Your baby, Im your baby, your baby, yeah She likes hip-hop and R&B Her lifetime goal is to be on TV She looking for a man that could give her a break Like Usher or Justin Timberlake Im really not sure if her breasts are fake Cause with whipped cream on em, they taste just like cake We drink some beer inside of daddys 64 She shot me in the back with cupids arrow We finish the 6-pack, she push the seat back Pulled up her dress and she let me peep that Im drunk as a skunk, feeling all dirty Truck stop bathroom at 7:30 Bought her some dessert, give a damn if its early Head spinning around like roller derby Everything about her says you dont deserve me I hope Im worthy, cause shorty Im your Cause Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby Im your baby, Your baby, Your baby, Your baby, Im your baby, your baby, yeah You need something like me? Cause he aint nothing like me You can search but you never gon find A love thats quite like mine Need a man that can love you good And treat you like he should With me shorty you the shit He might be good but he aint like this Cause Im your baby In the back of the pickup clothing ripped up She see my chrome wheels, it gets more real Running and laughing, music blasting Side over the road bent over crashing Mouth all dry, I can feel the urge If you see my mama, dont say a word The cops wanna know why my words are slurred Dont ask me officer ask hurr Wanna another drink baby? She like, Sure Wanna hit the club? She like, I dont curr She all in the rear-view doing her hurr Hairspray and lip gloss everywhurr This all happens on an average day Your life is a trip girl, Im here to stay Never had a girl make me feel this way Even though I had to pay, shorty Im your Cause Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby Im your baby, your baby, your baby, your baby Im your baby, Your baby, Your baby, Your baby, Im your baby, your baby, yeah

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 motherfucker at you tonight G-Unit!! And I aint stoppin til my click poppin, swimmin in barrels of money Ma can walk around with her head up cause her child aint a dummy Its funny - niggasd rather see you sufferin and hungry Im comfy as hell, skatin with another niggas money You lying 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 peace of the game or Artillery thats bout as long as a chainsaw Im wide awake, but it still feels like Im dreamin 40 cal under my pillow condom feeling 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 Never thought theyd catch me slippin now Im duckin and drippin Thats a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you grippin You trippin, no record can get my ass in position Death waits for no religon whether catholic or christian Listen; I went through momma bitchin in and out the kitchen With probable cause as poppa was in and out the prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect the odds We got more four-fives and 9s then a deck of cards You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto Niggas hatin when you do good, but when you broke Your friends and your enemies they love you Chi-Chi, get the llello Picture me bein cracked, out of town trips on the train - WHAT~?! Chi-Chi, get the Yayo Picture me bein cracked... here we go 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 a low White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow Its time to go, on a bus, the train, a plane Im smuggle, Im nuttin but trouble Ill make your money double, cook me in bakin soda Ill turn your who-rock into a new Range Rover Ill pay all your bills and fill ya fridgerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater You can put me in the door panels or your stash box Put me in your Nikes, Timbs and Reeboks If you copped three and a half, you hustlin backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin forwards Im tryin to move more birds, in P.A. all day On the corner of 3rd - nigga what?! You can take me out the hood, but cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto Picture me polishin pistols, Im comin to get you, the shells hit you You scream, think Im playin - I mean it Man I done brought all these pistols, lets get it poppin Start to wavin my embroidered shell casings get to droppin The devils round the corner I got to much pride to hide Im outside, gun in my pocket, just stunt and Ill pop it Im dyin to pop it, Im young and Im restless, you numbered for death As the world turns, the lessons should be learned Count all my blessings, 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 of chips at the dice game Ballin out, cant stop it, you gotta watch MTV BET, nigga you see me~!! I wonder if you mad, cause Im doin good Or cause niggas feel me, more than you in yo hood And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back Cause they know you just rappin and you dont bust your gat You pussy!! Yeah explain it to the niggas in your hood nigga They know you fuckin front nigga Talk all that gangsta shit on the record; I see you nigga Niggas know me nigga; ask around in my hood nigga Read the Daily News nigga you see them talk about me nigga Im in the middle of all kinds of shit You pussy... get it poppin! {NON-STOP... cant forget... Shady, Aftermath!}

All my thugs and thugettes Walk where I walk, see what I see Now I welcome you to Cashville, Tennekee All my life, I hustled all night Now Im alright, my wrist is all ice And I did it all, without yall advice I done been to hell and back, twice You cant do it like me Now as the world turns, I let my blunt burn Police writing down my tags, like Im concerned I graduated from the nickels and dimes You need the feds bitch to come get mine Get on the grind ho and stay the fuck outta mine for The kids find daddy laid out with his eyes closed I know, cant be humble in the jungle Gave a nigga an inch, hell take a whole mile from ya So I bust first, fuck this earth nigga whats worse? Waking up in the pen, or sleeping under the dirt Boo yow is the sound of the 40 cal AKs, banana clips hold a 100 rounds Test me, rude boy dont want none Got Jamaicans and Haitians buck, buck, buckin they gun Where the hood at? nigga, thats where I come from Where shoot dice, snort white, sell crack and heroin You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon rock with you Cuz you cant do it like me, nah you cant do it like me You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon rock with you Cuz you cant do it like me, cuz you cant do it like me G-Unit! Somebody tell me what this world coming to Why they go get they metal detectors when we come through Ya I know we got beef, and niggas say they wanna kill us But you cant get mad, cuz the whole word feel us Do the math, half of these niggas lying in they rhymes They dont even read the paper work, just sign on the line I got a 9, and a heart to go get mine And Ill be God damn, if I take a loss this time Im fishline, in the water, nibble only to get caught May I take ya order? Ya, I can get it in New York See the streets know, this nigga herell let the heat go Be low, dont be no muthafuckin hero A kiloll get a nigga whole click killed You aint gotta spend shit, niggasll hustle up a mil When you live with all the roaches, you kill all the rats And the thugs that aint focused, get they head cracked You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon rock with you Cuz you cant do it like me, nah you cant do it like me You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon rock with you Cuz you cant do it like me, cuz you cant do it like me G-Unit! I know I got a dirty mouth, bitch Im from the South Im nothing like what you done seen or you done heard about Im in my best on the block, a vest and a Glock, and the rest in my sock Unless I was Pac, you wont see me with a cross on my back Gotta do my own thang, cant copy that cat Let me holla at ya for a minute man If ya stand for nothing nigga, youll fall for anything Im busting any brain, they say that Im insane But I came in this game with cocaine in my veins What Im saying, that Im trained to go and turn a penny to a 20 You complain, Id rather work with what he sent me, aint it strange How I went from a hooptie to a Bentley, I aint changed Im in the hood, you want me? come and get me Feel my pain, but dont feel sorry for me Cuz there some kids in Somalia with nothing to eat You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon rock with you Cuz you cant do it like me, nah you cant do it like me You can walk like I do, and talk like me too But nobody gon rock with you Cuz you cant do it like me, cuz you cant do it like me G-Unit!

She made me want it, want it On a late night, or in the morning, morning I wanna be where she wanna be She is the defenition of sexy to me Im finna push her upon me, upon me Yeah let her know, that I want it, want it She wanna be, where I wanna be She is the defenition of Sexy to me Seduction, Im stuck when... She get that bad in her eyes She walks the thick in her thighs Its perfect, its worth it I do what I got to get it I aint trippin, shit Im with it I put it down, when I hit it Shell be so happy she did it Ill bet she never forget it In bed, Im like a wizard Shawty exquisite she wanna visit over and over and over Her body is a map, Im the god Im just here to show her How to get to that g-spot Non stop, tic tac Time fly, hella fun No lie, oh ay No I, can give her what she need Slo-mo, high speed, xtc, triple D You can hear us from the next room When we go at it I studied her addiction She got a habit She gotta have it Im always on my job I work it nice and hard I mean I work it how she want it She my homie, lover and friend Yeah she might just bring her other friend Feel the rush, adrealine That make a niggas head spin I say just keep it simple baby We aint gotta complicate it If you want it and I want it Maybe we should have it Baby we got one live to live Its precious the time we share Now call me when youre in need Baby girl ill be there For showing me, you can confide Im a rider. 24/7 yeah ready to ride

Its 50 nigga Im just gonna remind you you shoe shining ass niggas And your boy for me you niggas be in a train station Now you niggas rap Want a hand nigga mixtape Im why you hang nigga a mixtape You punk your ass nigga Dont give me your mother fcking tape nigga I could take you to dinner girl but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Go to a movie girl But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl Said I could take you shopping girl, but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Oh I could feel your head up girl but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you girl So many things I wanna show you girl Succeed then I guess I owe you girl Louie Vuitton movin on For the sun comes up and the top comes down Tryin to find out what the white royce with the voice about What do I ..extra claiming James brown doing like a sex machine Got a hot real fetisch love this mean shit Sex, drugs, rock’n’roll, Charlie Sheen bitch See me zooted and booted on my Obama Shit Money ain’t new telling how much I’ma get I spit bars had a wood in the frenzy Fuck around take a chain like Lindsey Pop about taking pictures of my fendy Catch me in Prada or maybe Escada Just another beautiful day in LA And I’m in New York a professional shit talk And uh I see nigga is stressing And I’m straight so I’m guessing I’ma above to possesion I could take you to dinner girl but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Go to a movie girl But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl Said I could take you shopping girl, but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Oh I could feel your head up girl but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you girl You just take a little bit of my conversation when I talk To make it clear for shawty I’m that nigga in New York Shawty now lay down, put your head back I put your legs back stroke and move your bed back When we get to those back shots, shawty throw it back When you back it up at me I like that Let me guess I’ll turn you on, I’ll turn you on I bet We just getting started in everything soaking wet This pussy good she aint worry about the rent this month This pussy must have went and bought this bitch the bens up on front For me is nothing I’m just fcking for the fuck of it But shawty acting like we just did another shit It Can’t be it, it could be, okay maybe she’s good girl Attracted to me and things from my world Temptations are great when ..that will weight karrots ten times eight I could take you to dinner girl but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Go to a movie girl But I ain’t gonna lie, I just wanna fuck you girl Said I could take you shopping girl, but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you baby Oh I could feel your head up girl but I aint gonna lie I just wanna fuck you girl to be completed

You wont believe what Tia told me Your fuckin career is over homey Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Im back baby Im back back on my bullshit Im back movin around strapped with a full clip These rap niggas they back talkin that back talk I stab a hole in your fat back with the black hawk Who got your back now Ricky huh?! Who got your back? I got the black on black Louis sack, filled up with the straps Navy blue CTS leanin in the lac Way back I mean wayyyyyyyyyyyy back Back in the days it was ok to fuck with me Now you say the wrong shit niggas hit ya up for me Wait! Let me tell ya what your baby told me You aint got a street bone in your whole body Youre not, who you think you are With your gun and your badge you think youre hard Actin like youre movin blow in the streets Nigga where Im from we gotta hustle to eat, and you the police You wont believe what Tia told me, your fuckin career is over homey Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! We dont wanna hear your mafia tough talk That fake fuck boy shit dont fly in New York You wanna listen to Joe? You wanna listen to Khaled? Fine, Ill just fuck everybody up while Im at it First, Its We The Best, then its We Depressed After this shit flop there like damn We Stressed We a mess hes not the nigga to test Its ninety degrees out here and we gotta wear a vest Call me crazy go head call me crazy Me and your baby mama gon get intimate maybe Imagine how she felt when she seen how I lived When I use the intercom to find niggas in my crib Hey! Im the biggest boss she seen thus far My money comin in the mornin so Im up with Russ Par Early in the mornin turn your radio on 50 bout to come on, you missin the joint You wont believe what Tia told me Your fuckin career is over homey Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just feel like Im showin off now!!!! I mean Im rich nman!!!! I have disposable cash, I be hangin out with Russell! We do yoga!!! To relax! You know I have a temper problem!!! You know!!! I talked to L.A. Reid, I said awwwwwwwwwww man!!!!!! L.A. I mean Rick Ross is finished!!!!!!! I mean I have to help him out with somethin over there Because Im disposin of him, but a, I mean, it will be fine, well work it out You know, its just politics, ha ha!!!!!!!!!!! You wont believe what Tia told me Your fuckin career is over homey Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Officer Rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah Supposed to have a remix Thats how you make One hit record, and then two Haha, 50 Cent G G G G G-Unit I remember when you used to love me You used to kiss and hug me I look into your eyes and get lost for a day You love me is what you told me All the time I let you hold me How I in fear you slippin away You were my sun, you were my earth But you didnt know all the ways I loved you, no So you took a chance, and made other plans But I bet you didnt think that they would come crashing down, no You dont have to say, what you did I already know, I found out from, him Now theres just no chance With you and me, therell never be Dont it make you sad about it? You told me you love me Why did you leave me all alone? Now you tell me you need me When you call me on the phone Girl I refuse You must have me confused with some other guy The bridges were burned Now its your turn, to cry Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Yeah, yeah You know that they say somethings are better left unsaid It wasnt like you only talked to him And you know it, Dont act like you dont know it All of these things people told me Keep messin with my head Should of picked honesty Then you may not have thought it Yeah You dont have to say, what you did I already know, I found out from, him Now theres just no chance With you and me, therell never be Dont it make you sad about it? You told me you love me Why did you leave me all alone? Now you tell me you need me When you call me on the phone Girl I refuse You must have me confused with some other guy The bridges were burned Now its your turn, to cry So cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Yeah, yeah 50 Cent If you know what I know, you know You aint gotta say a word Its done in the dark, comes to light, Im flippin kick it to curb Your smile all up in my face, girl you gotta a lot of nerve Situation so absurd You aint special, yous a bird Get yo shit and hit the do You aint welcome here no mo Aint no sense in your cry Girl you know I know you lie You must take me for a fool Thinkin Imma stay with you First gimme back my jewels Bitch I aint playin with you You dont have to say, what you did I already know, I found out from, him Now theres just no chance With you and me, therell never be Dont it make you sad about it? Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Yeah, yeah Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Cry me a river Yeah!

You just be fucking for free You just be fucking to fuck You might end up in the sheets But you never end up in love She like to twerk and sweep it up Your honeys just a bunch of ones She quick to take her panties off You rich, you might be on to sum She be non-stop looking for a baller Wanna kinda spend this money on her Tryna fork a million to a porsche Girls its a shame, girl its a shame How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody You out here livin like a thottie Thats why you aint got nobody You just be fucking for free You just be fucking to fuck You might end up in the sheets But you never end up in love Thats why you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody Nobody, yeah Hard nigga, you call a fan Screw currency, blur all your prayers Boy suck a dick, son fuck a bitch Saw all the money here shawty gonna get I tell em fuck em, if you fuck make em pay for it Have you ride through Atlanta in a RAV4 You aint even have to trick to get a blow job And still all yall here wanna taste for it Okay, she ridin the dick like a skateboard That mean a pussy-mo nigga have to pay for it When we ride in the 5, better hotbox With some dick all in her face like botox Okay I skeet on her buttock Convertible, what-not See me doin donuts, in front of the bus stop You try to get cussed out or worse get bust on See why she dont claim you as the dick she fucked on How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody You out here livin like a thottie Thats why you aint got nobody Nobody, no You just be fucking for free You just be fucking to fuck You might end up in the sheets But you never end up in love Thats why you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody Nobody, yeah Look what you done How you come, always sound like you stab the alarm Nigga just hit it and live It aint no different wit me No, it aint no feelins wit me But she gon still let me beat She gon do that anyway First she only fuckin wit ya if ya got a check, then she wanna be broke up So every time she get to talkin bout relationships, thats when I dont talk You been out here runnin game for so long So girl its a shame, girl its a shame How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody You out here livin like a thottie Thats why aint got nobody Nobody, no You just be fucking for free You just be fucking to fuck You might end up in the sheets But you never end up in love Thats why you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody How you got all these bodies Still aint got nobody Nobody, yeah Baby why you always trippin Why you silly niggas trippin Real niggas only be tippin Real niggas only be tippin

I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, lets see if homicide trace this Fifty-Cent, lets see if homicide trace this The only thing hotter than my flow is the block Thats why I left this snow biz and got into show biz Lets get this clear, it aint on til I say its on, its on Im eating, yall niggas fasting like its Ramadan Bowlish way in Lebanon know 50 the bomb I be at the edge of the bar sipping a Don I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when its on This word is bond, I cant go wrong, my teams too strong You want war? I take you to war now that my money long Why you broke cats is by the bylines and fantasize The way Im spitting, put TVs in everything I sit in While Im hot to death Im gonna say this to all you player haters Yall should hate the game not the players, come on I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, lets see if homicide trace this I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, lets see if homicide trace this Everyday is bugged, niggas will come to a club To try to show you they a thug instead of showing some love Now what you think you chump me if I let you bump me When Im about to make a mill faster than you make a G? I know I lie, its a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor And in the crack game Im a franchise player Niggas be thinking I be out to lunch with mines Then in crunchtime I start hitting em hard with punchlines You cats got to be sick to think 50 cant spit Better check my batting average, I always make hits My flow leave these rap cats petro, all across the metro Plus I pack a cannon up under my Marc Buchanan They fake, they look like money, but aint worth half the cake Have me running from Jake in a GS with bad brakes They want to knock the take for Christ sakes I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, lets see if homicide trace this I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, lets see if homicide trace this Yo, son remember them fake players who try to play us At The Shark Club in Vegas Had them tight linen blazers and beat up gators Looking like last years players Yeah, I could tell they dough was low when we came through the do I copped a case of Cristal, he copped one bottle of Mo From the look in the dudes face and the bulge in his waist he holding (Yeah hes packing, I can see his rack The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him, son) Yeah, so I expect look like they aint had a run since 81 They aint here on a hunt for food So they could catch you some cash and expensive jewels Im gonna crash em with this bottle if he move I aint the one, son, my shit aint come easy It wont go easy, believe me I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, lets see if homicide trace this I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, lets see if homicide trace this I change places to prevent catching the cases Races in the faces tie like shoelaces This is a hit, lets see if homicide trace this Fifty-Cent, lets see if homicide trace this Fifty-Cent, lets see if homicide trace this

I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, thats what I do Stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before Im through Product stretch I got it mastered, man, in the hood Im like plastic, man Stretch Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man Yeah, your favorite bad guys gone, The Jokers dead So for now til forever, youre stuck with the kid I aint supposed to be a boss, Im supposed to be an enforcer Im supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in an office Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat We was comfortable with me round cause I blast my heat 94, I was trying to catch Mason for bricks raw Charlie fucked up the jux, they took no orders little boy, stretch The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out, son, niggas know the outcome Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus You hit with a stray, yo, for no fucking reason You praying for a Benz, its a blessing you breathing Its a miracle that God gave me this TEC, now Im eating Cop it, chop it, profit, its all for sale Cocaine, candy rain, Im so for real, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, thats what I do Stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before Im through Product stretch I got it mastered, man, in the hood Im like plastic, man Stretch Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man Yeah, Im the dope-man, coke-man, smoke-man, whatever-man The X-man, TEC-man, you better respect, man Get the green, triple beam, inf beam, murder scheme Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, more lean Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasnt me Tell the cops it wasnt me, you saw me, right? It wasnt me Its not my M.O., see, me, I make it stretch Get in the way, I put a body on my TEC Call me crazy, I die for what I stand for Ill have ammo flying out the Lambo Like Commando, nah, like Rambo I keep my cool as long as the fucking grams go Woopty-woo, Im a Chef like Rae Its hot in here, Im by the stove cooking crack all day, stretch We gon bag up all night We aint goin nowhere til the count bag right, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, thats what I do Stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before Im through Product stretch I got it mastered, man, in the hood Im like plastic, man Stretch Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man Yeah, its a bird, its a plane, no, its pure cocaine Trying to blow selling blow, Im who you fuck with, man I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try I dont care if its a sin, I dont care if youre ten Look around kid, its a cold world were in If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson Yeah, me falling off is really far fetched I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch In come the Franklins then come the Benjis Fiends by the crackhouse, dirty and dingy, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose, thats what I do Stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope before Im through Product stretch I got it mastered, man, in the hood Im like plastic, man Stretch Fantastic man, I make the money come faster, man, yeah

I promise to keep you close to me You give me a sense of security Through drama you will be all I need Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down Through every altercation I put no one above you, mm-mm I love you They shook up when we jux em, you see how they be looking Its frightening like lightning, you crack off, they start booking Its beef until I get out in broad day with my shit out Thats when they say Im illing and when she get to killing Now my baby she precious, I warn you not to test us I aim her at your head, nigga, motherfuck the vests Im antisocial, quit acting like you know me Before I go postal, you know I got her on me Im riding with her on cocked, Audi R8 drop Feel the wind blow, twist the indo, smoke it up, its fundamental You cant get to her, poke em up when we get intimate Thats when I get into shit She 32 Im 34, I fuck her raw She revolve 6 times then I feed her more I promise to keep you close to me You give me a sense of security Through drama you will be all I need Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down When niggas get to tripping I need you by my side, yeah, so they cant catch me slipping I take you out shopping, get you clean, get it popping Use my finger, get ya hot, girl, I know your spot, yeah I love you if you love me back, youll never jam when I react To sucker shit when they get hit and we take off if you get tossed Ill be back, I want you, so Ill be back Ill never change, I be the same, a nigga stunt, I let it rain Im off the chain, Im all in, mane Ill hit you up, you think Im playing, I be strapped Go head fuck around, I be strapped 24/7 Im back holding, mistake me for a chump Bite off more than you can chew, more beef than you want Come through repeatedly, show you what bananas about Im a mechanic, find out when the hammers come out I promise to keep you close to me You give me a sense of security Through drama, you will be all I need Straight up now, I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down, hold me down I need you to hold me down

G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeayou no my gun -bozarcool come back naggae,respect a gun city fly my yellow dream sleep for cheak to me G-Unit nigga thats whats up I blast 50 Cent nigga thats whats up Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smile just not today In my hood they let the choppers spray Somebody probably got shot today I named em pop when niggas surfboard You aint stoppin me dawg Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet Man you wanna play wit a ringer? I aint a peoples person Ill give my next door neighbor the finger Even though I got the shit in the stores Im like a nigga that borrow clothes Bitch, Im tryin to get in ya draws Man Ill dump a whole clip in ya mans braids Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids Im blowin on damn haze All of a sudden Im gassed, cause Im on the radio and I cant wave If you aint up on thangs Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game Now I know to keep low when the heat blow Ill have niggas post up on ya block like Im shootin the free throw Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro Im ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll Yea they feinin to stick me, they dont know the ninas is wit me Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney You only spend time at the mall On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit G-Unit nigga thats whats up Thats whats up Keep thinkin Im candy Aint nuttin sweet about me Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make Cause my diesel will make fiends do the up-town shake Im a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor They say God bless the child that could hold his own You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make I got a ruger on my hip You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin Look homie Im down for that day-time action Keep thinkin its a game time in front of ya home Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit G-Unit nigga thats whats up Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy And even though the kid rappin I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Dont get moved on Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts Then breeze through ya projects When the coke come back Its the China White And the d dont sweat us in a bag a rice Lets ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouths a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them niggas that ran And, those niggas in the hood dont wanna see me famous They rather see my moms make funeral arangements I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, its Tony 2 times Beware of my wraith, Im gone school you niggas Prepare for class Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga G-Unit nigga We about to gorrilla this industry man Yall niggas better know Yall niggas better fear us nigga Word to my mother nigga Fuck yall niggas wanna do 1 2 4 nigga G-Unit 50 Cent Tony Yayo Lloyd Banks nigga Bllllatttt

Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin wit da old time click Holdin nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias Various calls were made up for awarin us The Ds in the marked vans and cabs In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty Turnin out young ladys and make them make thotties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk Its in the air of New York So everybodyll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out Circle of life, its kinda deep how we end out Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Dont want no beef no mo Now that they know who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! Who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! Yall niggas better sober up before yall speak to me, dont come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got jabbed in da eye Now if I say Im gone get you, Imma get ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya You find out them niggas who wit ya aint even wit ya After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya Peep how I use words to paint pictures Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin me for ten cents to got hit ya Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson Known for creatin action, by rapidly clappin Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel Its that real Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war I got a four four, pierce yall niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran off I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you I put four, QB rugged and raw I got somethin for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine dont scheme on it, I make your dream about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Break yall clowns off Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I dont give a fuck who you be Millennium Thug, now who da fuck want it with me I mastered the art of slap boxin niggas in da dark QBs big man, Horse of the Bravehearts Im da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats Testin macks at your bulletproof vests and hats How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin rib out ur back Yall niggas aint gangsta rap, yall click like Josey and the Pussycats When we come around da front, stop Uh huh, yall cant fuck around yall get dropped When guns pop, whos tellin Twin barrel nines wavin and yellin, QB NIGGA WHAT Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep Cant sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak Pullin triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up

This is the Unit bitch Nigga this is ground hog day Back to my indulgence I’m ill, no Doc, no diagnosis No cure, I smell fear Nigga my eyes don’t cry, my heart so cold Lets play, lets make a deal nigga, sell me your soul Got a fetish for the guns, Calico drums Rap Meyer Lansky steady counting my wons Death dealer, Heron, meth dealer Top biller, point blank, I’m that nigga Barrell smokin’, fiend smokin’, rims cokin’ Out on that 550 Benz, bitch is open Inhale, exhale, feel a different high Andrew McQueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly Presidential time, nigga watch the flawless shine No need for pens and paper, this is whats on my mind I don’t think you should play boy I don’t think you should fuck with me I’m shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I’m riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray it right away boy Find out when you run up on me When niggas shot me, I must have bled out my conscience Go ‘head play boy, I bang that thing at you like ronson I feel for you niggas I’m back now I told you pussy niggas ’03 I don’t back down Me still a rookie, nah, I’m more like veteran I bet ya iPod is full of niggas I’m better than Magician I make grams turn to cash, kush turn into hash Head turn into ass, Im a bum nigga to class Thats me in a nutshell, run tell I did it Interrogation hours go on, I wont admit it Got cash coming out of my ass, I’m so compelling These niggas act hard till you hit ‘em, they start tellin’ I don’t think you should play boy I don’t think you should fuck with me I’m shooting right away boy Find out when you run up on me I’m riding with that K boy I put that on my dead homies I spray it right away boy Find out when you run up on me Now what they gonna say this time? Ha? That nigga fif 5 out of 5 this year He on it Im your favorite one day And then you just turn your back on me Ha? Dont trynna get back down with niggas and wont see shit shift Cause Im on it These niggas got sucka traits, man Im watchin em Its unbelievable, un fucking believable, man So you mean to tell me Im the motherfucking culture guy, eight years straight And then niggas gon act like The gift god given me is gone Fuck you, niggas Fuck that Turn that shit off

You niggas say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that You niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it The bullshit Im in right now nigga, Ive been on it If I dont eat, nobody eat, code of the street No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin with heat Youll know my steez, I spark trees, under palm trees Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay Your people make a G day, you aint rich, you just ok I take the stand under oath and lie Before I snitch on my clique, Ill fry Or watch time go by Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed em, deserve to die You niggas say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that You niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that You niggas say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that You niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that You gettin money nigga? , you thugged out? Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year You bust your gun nigga? , you on the run nigga? You treat a grown man like he ya son, nigga? Yo, I aint the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee And after being on the street, less than a week Look, niggas who know me, know Im up to no good Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the milly A slugll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her It hurted when I left, but I knew I didnt need her If it wasnt for my seed, I wouldnt even hafta see her She tried to front like she dont need me, she miss me, believe me Its that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV You niggas say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that You niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that You niggas say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that You niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that Aight you niggas tryin to do too much Them little bit of chips you got son, I seen you with your whip outside son You spent your last on that Rap niggas, they actin like they ready to flip When I let off a clip, it aint a part of the script Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin they whips So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind Nigga yours a 92, mines a 99 Youre not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed Shall up I proceed, Ill write it down so you can read If youve been listening, I know you like loving what I said If not you dumb fuck, I just went over your head You niggas say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that You niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that You niggas say somethin slick, youll get slapped for that You niggas schemin on some jewels, youll get clapped for that If yall niggas want war, I got the mack for that Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that

Cee-lo, we know Im sitting on leather, Im a winner If I crap out the strap out Cause I snap right back to the beginning, nigga You know I will let it pop Front if you want bitch I will make it hot You know, you think you ill, but you not You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot I peep what niggas hate through my peripherals Boy, if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you Wanna party? We can paint the town red Them bottles aint shit to me, a nigga got bread Im big money, big business, I love it Put the bad bitches with big asses and the budget Im the boss, so you know shit is going how it gotta go I dont want talk tonight, I might just buy the hoes My pleasure principle spend no expense First Im happy then she happy that she can pay the rent Its nothing to a nigga when he up But when they down I bet you he wont give a bitch a buck Flip and catch an attitude like Bitch, what the fuck? You want from a nigga, huh? You fucking up a nigga, huh? Look, girl, you know youre sitting on a gold mine Fuck with them other niggas think you so fine My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done Dont care about the set you claim, motherfuck the gang you bang I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums That party get the popping then we beefing and we shooting Lets party like its 1999 Flat top Gazelle, the swag going back in time I got it locked, they cant ignore it Man, nigga, know some bullshit Im all for it Heroin Don seven sixty leaning Chrome clean, spend a nigga scheming trying to hit a lick Them victim niggas thinking Damn, why me? Im thinking why these niggas never try me Maybe they feel the vibe, they know a nigga live I let it off, inside and outside The club rocking, its on tonight Them bottles popping, we getting right

Yeah Nigga you so tough Tough until your heartbeat stop The tre pound pop, your arteries shot You bleed into shock, get in the pine box Damn yous a hard motherfucker Youre so tough Tough until your punk ass hit The four-fifth kick, the Heckler spit You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick You supposed to be hard motherfucker Youre so tough Bury all your hatin, cause hatred will bury ya Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular Fucked then beef, the president and senator There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator While you plottin on me, Im 10 steps ahead of ya Black 40 caliber I put a infrared on ya Nigga Im special, you mad cause ya regular Man I dont want your bitch, I damn near remember her Refresh my memory, oh yeah I slept with her No wonder she aint mention you when I met with her Mind on my cheddar, theyll remember me forever The groundwork I put in made my lifestyle better..and better I like the fuckin street, bright in the phantom lights Montana light, two women, in my hand is ice They ran a plane twice But I don’t forget where I come from Dumb dumb, nigga every night Yeah Nigga you so tough Tough until your heartbeat stop The tre pound pop, your arteries shot You bleed into shock, get in the pine box Damn yous a hard motherfucker Youre so tough Tough until your punk ass hit The four-fifth kick, the Heckler spit You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick You supposed to be hard motherfucker Youre so tough For that china white I lay a nigga mama down We can shoot it out like Frank White did in Chinatown You know I got that hard white, you know I got that tan n brown Automatic tre pound leave a nigga man down Murder murder, homicide, real right niggas ride Gangstas they never hide, thank God Im still alive My pocket look like theres cracks on me My waist look like I got the MAC on me These hoes on my dick, I got that ass on me You an RN, regular nigga that rap homie I’m crack homie, I’m dope money I wake up and wipe my ass with coke money Seat back, Maybach, my shit two tone Nigga run up on that, you’re ass is tombstone Im hood like a group home, ghetto like a payphone Jake the snake, Im low in the hood from em Yeah Nigga you so tough Tough until your heartbeat stop The tre pound pop, your arteries shot You bleed into shock, get in the pine box Damn yous a hard motherfucker Youre so tough Tough until your punk ass hit The four-fifth kick, the Heckler spit You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick You supposed to be hard motherfucker Youre so tough Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9 for a hard nigga Dont make me empty the chamber Even if Im locked in the cell-block, they fallin the shell shock When I open your head with the banger I cause a riot in the yard, make a mess in the mess hall I got just blew trial and I aint got nothin left Whats todays mathematics? Shit aint addin up Get knocked with 10 machine guns, only get 12 months Ooooh weee, dont talk to me; you talk to him; you talkin to them I got the best lawyers money can buy They said they wouldve got me 10, or maybe 9 I said, How do you explain how homie breeze? They said keep ya mouth shut or you eat the cheese Yeah Nigga you so tough Tough until your heartbeat stop The tre pound pop, your arteries shot You bleed into shock, get in the pine box Damn yous a hard motherfucker Youre so tough Tough until your punk ass hit The four-fifth kick, the Heckler spit You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick You supposed to be hard motherfucker Youre so tough

G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! Its a fact homie, eagles dont fly in flocks But the eagles I got hold sixteen shots Like beefin, homie I aint sayin a word Ill run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself If you lucky motherfucker, Im solider I told ya Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin the dust Five point O, burnin the clutch, while Im burnin the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, Im turnin it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin or what You done told them you respect me, now tell them Im the nicest Admit it nigga, Im a mid-life crisis G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! Its like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks been blowin on purple stuff before that fat nigga Pennies make dollars, and dollars make death threats Im doin remixes to bulletproof the Lex next Duck nigga, everydays war Im heavy on sports, so my drawers like the NBA store Dont make me send the piece at you Ill have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo Look creampuff, you can get killed here Nigga you aint invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair Ive always been a picky man, but I aint a flowered star So Imma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin the crown, airin em down Were in the pound puttin fear in the clown Im running with gangstas, dont make one of em shank ya G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! G-UNIT! I started my own gang G-UNIT! Imma ride with my rap shit and my body armor Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber Four five six feet, I off ya feet I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep Your records cant sell, your company is buyin em Give it up, Burger King is hirin You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot Talkin to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now Im choppin big birds and them bundles too For that Master P money, that shoppin spree money That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money Im tryin to build empires across the state line So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime I jump out with a nina and a mack I have you like Khia, my neck, my back

It’s not about lyrics anymore, it’s about a hot beat and a catchy hook If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it Then so be it Cause nowadays these kids, jeez Don’t give a shit bout lyrics All they wanna hear is a beat and thats it Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed Pick up some chicks and get some digits And the DJ’s playing them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We dont know a word to a verse All we know is the chorus Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the songs ginormous, the whole formula’s switched Cause we don’t know anymore, what are hits Is it the beat, is it the rap Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap And how do we adapt and get TRL votes When 13 year olds control the remote And Ashley’s got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables If the emphasis on the compact disc isn’t the beat Than I’m gon feature EM and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Rove Cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow Bang bang look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing’ cost ya man lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain for? Its just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango You call this a lame flow You bought the shit I guess you to blame too I just found the angle No more reality flow I’m tryna time my album dropping with a reality show Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97 And call my publicist tell her “we in press heaven” No one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the internet So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em? Your emphasis is on the wrong Syllable They said 30′s the new 20 Funny, must mean 40′s the new 30 Interesting cause ever since then it’s been in a sense An extension for veteran rappers that are better than half Of the shit coming out right now Its all trash The torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed Jay said it’s his last and 50 and Em Then what? Detox drops what we got then So now our whole camps is running around scrambling over what to do Gambling everytime we put a record out Just looking for that hook Shorty I love you And you love me too We were meant to be cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I’ll be true to you Go shorty, its your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay Its the kid that flip flows who used to flip O’s And run G for days used to see how I get hoes I’m international, I get my dick licked round the globe I’m sick right into show, riding on lolo’s Puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo’s Don’t fuck with the dodo’s, I sling for dumb hoes I playing, I aint got time to joke, joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, its not a game, me B, I aint playing Beep behind me player, so you here anyway You don’t hear what I’m saying Me fin-nini-na Fee-fi-dididee-yay Just give me my check and I’ll be on my way Sunny bunny money and funny You aint even listening and I just took your money This aint top 40 or hit list shit Not for TRL, no Rick Dees picks This is straight GRL ski mix bitch Call me Strasburg when I pitch this shit I leave these other rappers so tongue-tied They just local, GRs worldwide You sound like cabbage, ya wilted outside I spit tomatoes straight from the vine Leave these other artists lookin all sundried A bunch of little stains, to them Im Tide Keep a stain stick in my Subaru ride Glass all black cant see us igniting Paint white out like you fucked up writing Mount baker bout to get a boost in style In the parking lot they cant help but smile Maam please cover the eyes of your child Gunz come out you know bumpin 50 Subie 2 shes covered with bitties Snowpants blue like the sign for thrifty So baggy what are those a fuckin size 60? Burrito legs bitch, call me big shitty

I dead a pussy nigga on some good word I dead a pussy nigga on some good word I dead a pussy nigga on some good word Everything you a see nigga got, we took it The block, we took it, your spot, we took it Every time you think a nigga not lookin Nigga, Im lookin, I send my niggas to book him Well dead a pussy nigga on the work Go head, nigga, get a little heart, get murked Bitch, I be ridin with the cobra on my lap loaded Try the fuck shit, a nigga will snap and tote it Boy, dont get bodied, niggas dying over nothin Brand new Bent, fuck around and break the trunk in We gon boguard, I got all my niggas chosen And that little shit enough, we dont need a bigger motive Got a to-do move the party with me more Pullin up, peelin off like its stolen Two os on the meter, aint no tellin where Im goin Cept full speed ahead, well be slowing down for no one Theres a material witness of an aggravated battery Uh, with a handgun and, uh, they believe, uh Looks like we have retaliation, uh-- I dead a pussy nigga on some good word I dead a pussy nigga on some good word I dead a pussy nigga on some good word Got work, that aint even what Im mad at You a pussy nigga, you aint posed to have that Give me the dope and the dough And your life, you could have that Ill let my young niggas share that Line yo ass up like a fresh cut Lot of niggas gon pass if they test us Open armed black funeral dressed up Yayo in the cut with the TEC up We get it poppin, my strap have em floppin like LeBron Teflon don, Rollie on my arm, South Side bomb Spit the Gemstar out and your face gone My rap lines is the bomb like napalm Las Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde As brolic Scarlett Johansson Fuck her with my Maison Margielas on Ten years in the game, runnin marathons Disloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on Solo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on Hundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions Take the hit, I get paid first I use the clip with the curb when the K burst But Ima pop this nigga on some good work A couple pills, lean and some good herb I got a body on it, do anybody want it? Ill take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch Silencer on it, FBI most wanted If I find out you snitchin, itll really get you hit I dead a pussy nigga on some good word I dead a pussy nigga on some good word I dead a pussy nigga on some good word

Ahhhhhh! G-Unit! Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need Now shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up Girl shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up hips to hypnotize When you walk I cant help but watch you shake I love the way you shake lips to make a nigga fantasize I could spend a day lost in your eyes some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me my imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style Its something about your style, its something about your smile Its something about you making me want you right now If you dont like me, dont listen to me Lord knows, I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes Im a professional when I become sexual You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you Dont it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang Hard to tell that nigga from New York, shorty Come ride on my roller coaster Porn star stamina, I try not to damage her Unlimited tongue action til youre climaxing Foreplay, you can have it your way I follow directions, whoa, youre jiggling baby Back shots have your whole bed wiggling crazy After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game I have you saying, slow down baby hips to hypnotize When you walk I cant help but watch you shake I love the way you shake lips to make a nigga fantasize I could spend a day lost in your eyes some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me my imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style Baby, its hard to look and dont touch Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch I dont know if its your lips or your hips that got me Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body Im parked outside in the blue Denali Its room for two, just me and you, if you bout it Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear I spend gs, Im a G, thats a good look girl You need a thug that can handle that One dosell make you go and put my name on your back Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh Dont hurt nobody, baby When you drop to the ground that drive me crazy I done been around the world, and I finally found ya Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya hips to hypnotize When you walk I cant help but watch you shake I love the way you shake lips to make a nigga fantasize I could spend a day lost in your eyes some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me my imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style Baby you got a hell of a first impression Making me wanna ask you a personal question Like Are you flexible? and How do you like it? Give me a little input, Im not a psychic Cause we can exit soon as you give the okay You got a body like Nicole Wray, hey I need a drink, Ill be right back But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that Its late, I have to score, This blue drink tastes good, dont it? Sure it does, now have some more Im deep, but she got her ladies with her So bring em or call ya babysitter So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn Im contemplating how my times spent Cause Im bent, and Im as hard as a brick, love You move like you work in a strip club hips to hypnotize When you walk I cant help but watch you shake I love the way you shake lips to make a nigga fantasize I could spend a day lost in your eyes some kind of control on me Feels like you got a hold on me my imagination running wild Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style

I know, I aint supposed to smoke in here But Mr. Bouncer Man, dont put your motherfuckin hands on me without you botherin me Everybody you see in here tonights Doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me? without you botherin me Aye, did you hit this shit? That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these Doe-doe bags, and not your gnac or your sack of seeds I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some Gs Cause Im a smoker, too much of this to choke ya I dont mean to provoke ya, but Im a bad influence A musician cant operate without his instruments My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced Haters mad they cant look inside cause I pitched the tints I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate The secondhand smokell make a nigga wanna start shit Sometimes I think bout where the niggas from the start went Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment Its just one of them things that I do with my spare time My bad habits aint private, so Imma share mine That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend So you niggas aint smokin if you dont chip in Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in Overt betrayal is not forgiven I do this for my niggas locked up thats comin home to lobster livin Helping the cops forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion Just so I can see her pop the ribbon That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long Snoop had to tell me, Pass the weed nephew! Fuck rap, Im the wrong one to get pissed off Cause the pumpll make you Jump like Kris Kross My nigga dead and its hard to let go So Im blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know We gas em, fuck em and pass em, what you expect ho? That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! Say gain wont you blow it with the best of them Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees I told dem dont mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament Do you want to smoke wit me? Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muhfucker Law breakin, pimp slappin niggas for the fuck of it Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger Thought you was an actor, thought I was a singer Thought about riding if you say you wanna hang tough D.P.G. unit sounds like danger You might wanna manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff Now lay back on the law This new weed that I got I call it face off Cause itll blow your face off and thats a figure of speech My niggas a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH! That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be locn Them bullshit trees you be rollin Barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!

Now if I give you all of me, whatchu gonna give me back? Your body is calling me, got me feeling like a fiend on crack Boy you gonna make me fall in love, now why you wanna go and do that? Now if I give you all of me, tell me whatchu gon give me back? Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into The money I acquire, mama, make it all simple Flashback 03, paparazzi flashing flicks I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a sick stash Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me Mwah - it just happened so quickly Feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley Its gangsta my music, even when its the smooth shit You can hate me cause I hurt you, but I aint mean to do it Em predicted it all, I dont know how he knew it He said women from Hollywood, they liar-liar-liars You fuck em they, get you heated, deny you like Mariah Fast forward to 06, Im still on fire The world is still turning, my records are still earning Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker Straight up and down, baby, Im a special kind of nigga Life is short, baby, be a part of my dreams I own Ferrari horses, my Lamborghini leans So mean, I have niggas hating on me God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick When my homies put in work, they supposed to get hit With a piece of chain thick and go and buy em some bricks I aint make that up, this is how its sposed to be kid You should feel like a lifer that get back that time When I smile your smile should be as big as mines Girl to know me is to love me, Im one of a kind Even when you hate me you love me, forever youre mine What you gonna give me back? Youre gonna make me fall in love What you gon give me, what you gon give me, what you gon give me

Thats right its a motherfuckin classic! Yeah... yeah... its 50 nigga!... Yeah... yeah... yeah. Yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last Got what I came to get, the stacks and the stash I told Jimmy Iovine ass to shut the fuck up Got Dre callin Shady sayin Em whats up? We done came this far, we cant stop now Em, 50 off the hook, he got to calm down I guess Im out of control, my mind, body and soul Tell me Im bein pimped and its makin me sick You know Em made that company over a billion dollars And when he aint around they sayin foul shit about him Yeah we fucked up, we both dont know our pops We both dont like the cops, we dont know when to stop You know Kim is Shaniqua and Hailey is Marquise D-12s G-Unit and we always in beef Ja and Fred Durst, both of them jerks Got put out the game, ha, ha, ya lames! Pauls Chris Lighty, Tracys Nicki Martin Boxes of ox, sarge is a Glock My nine is twenty four seven on watch Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You know Oprah got In Da Club on her iPod She dont want me on her show though I guess Im too hard She sat Kanye West down, and talked about his crash But she dont wanna talk about the bullets in my ass Spike Lee dont like it that my money come fast I hate it when a nigga get to countin my cash Now I can give the kids a positive message like Farrakhan Or I can give em pistols and targets to squeeze em on Im tryin to make a decision damn, leave me alone Im like Martin Luther King people listen to me a lot Its non violent, non violent till Im hit with a rock Then its Coretta fuck this, go and get me my Glock Wanna call me crazy? Okay its cool Ill have your kids tryin to be, crazy cool in school Truth is they like me, more than they like you They watch me and emulate, everything I do Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I have days when I feel like everybodys against me Sharpton aint comin when the feds snatch 50 Just my luck Johnnie Cochran passed Right before the crackers come snatch my ass Im the Don King of crack, the Pretty Floyd of rap Put Southside on the map, I did that Bill OReilly cant stand me but his woman think Im cute I bet she wanna see me in my birthday suit Met Al Gore and his wife in them first class seats She said she didnt like rap until she met me You gotta understand Im a charmin young man A whole lot has changed since I went hand to hand Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah Smile nigga my next album might be my last, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Should be happy, ya know?, I just want you to be happy Smile for me! If I gotta go away to make you feel better Ill go away! Ya know? I got what I came to get My money right, ya nah mean Im good dont worry bout me Im good Ya know? This is about you now, is it gon make you happy to see me gone? Are you gonna miss me when Im gone? Are you just gonna forget about me? I meant nothin to you? Is that what you sayin to me? Cause ya breakin my heart... Hahaha, I mean youre really breakin my heart

How you gonna take this? like a man or a bitch? You gon get it on nigga or you gon snitch? I represent niggas in the hood gettin rich Man, I stack chips and I unload clips After 3 summers in the jail I thought life was hard Some niggas started fightin, some niggas found God You know me, started sellin leak in the yard Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers Big as hell in the joint wearin 86 numbers Damm dog, you been in here that long? You could think that, but say that and yo ass is dead wrong A convo is only three words, yo what up You aint gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up Let a nigga find out you on some goin home shit And you tryin to bounce without payin a loan, shit Some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream After witnesses disappear on the strength of they team Im hard as hell to get along wit so it never fails A nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail He had a L rolled in bible paper - blowin the lah I sent him a little kite just to be blowin his high And when I shot you in New York why would I box you now? If I catch you going to sick call Ima ox you down Niggas you think is real really cant hold they own Ill have em on some E.T. shit tryin to phone home In here a gemstar is like a nine milli chrome Its similar, in fact theyll both split ya dome Scars are souvenirs, niggas always take em home You got blown over the jack? Your man ran when you got clapped? Rockin a vest with no gat? You only a thug when you rap? Niggas juxed you for your track? You ran to other thugs to get it back? Niggas ran off with your packs? If you aint bustin ya gat Youd call me Animal if you seen me livin on lock I stay in a box so much it seems like Im visitin pop-ulation When I walk by, niggas like Fifty dont play son yeah, somethin really wrong with that nigga... Max out, Im goin straight for the Glock Bust a u-turn, Im goin straight to the block The things thatll happen if niggas say I cant eat Down goes the window....out goes the heat Ill make the whole block look like a fuckin track meet Some get it in the leg, some get it in the back Some get it in the foot, bleed all over their Air Max Nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax Its extortion, it happens in the hood often Claim more lives than choices, free abortions Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice Cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice I rock shit cause I stay on that block shit That 9mm Ruger to your knot shit See the difference is Im real and you not, kid I still stash crack money in my sock, shit Yall niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips Leave with your blood on my mink in the drop six Guiliani and Pataki cant stop this Since 86 my whole clique pop Criss 5-5-1 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT 1-3-4 BRRRAAAT BRRRAAAT What the fuck you know about that?

I still be ridin through the hood Brooklyn to Compton, its all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin like we should Im hot, boy, I told you befo Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up Hood empty, niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up Baby after baby, the hood is crazy Niggasll set ya up and wet you up, trust me, they shady Got a pet bulldog I keep under my linen It dont bark, it spark when that revolver spinnin We winnin I still be ridin through the hood Brooklyn to Compton, its all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin like we should Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims Goddamn, look at them twenty-fours inch diamonds spin Now the Ds, they harass me in the hood A few times niggas tried to blast me in the hood Fuck it, its all good Catch me in the coupe, on the lean With needles and samples and diesel for the fiends The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay with the nine I aint the type nigga that be out, runnin his mouth Talkin gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house Nah, homie, better get to know me better Before you be leaking pints of blood into your Iceberg sweater When the talons come flyin up out the Beretta You gon feel like its your fault and say, man, I knew better Look, dawg, I dont play that shit I pull that thing out Imma spray that shit Thats how I get down Brooklyn, shes so sick in the hood Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood Cause I throw diamonds, shoot the fifth in the hood Thats what you get for talking all that shit in the hood Yeah, Im still a minor, remember this Everything Brooklynll drop you broadsll fall behind her Brooklyn to Compton, its all good Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin in the hood I still be ridin through the hood Brooklyn to Compton, its all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin like we should I still be ridin through the hood Brooklyn to Compton, its all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin like we should

I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me Im like why they looking like that? Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me Ill put a big ass hole in yo back Nigga, I dont know what you heard about me That got you looking like that But Ill shoot, you know Im on some bullshit, fucking with me Ill put a big ass hole in yo back Yeah, nigga what? Youre now rocking with the livest Beams on the llamas, New York Citys finest A drug dealers dream, red jag, rim shining Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us It aint my fault man, the hood made me grimy I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas got to move Only the strong survive, the weak getting bent up I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me Im like why they looking like that? Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me Ill put a big ass hole in yo back Nigga, I dont know what you heard about me That got you looking like that But Ill shoot, you know Im on some bullshit, fucking with me Ill put a big ass hole in yo back Yeah, nigga what? Youre now rocking with the livest Beams on the llamas, New York Citys finest A drug dealers dream, red jag, rim shining Four shooters riding in the trucks right behind us It aint my fault man, the hood made me grimy I hustle, get my weight up, them niggas got to move Only the strong survive, the weak getting bent up After they blow trial and that ass get sent up Niggas in the pens gon hear this and lose they mind Come home possessed by the music, and use that nine I was in Sean C crib when I wrote my first verse Stuck niggas in front of Edgemere and let my gat burst I aint had no money then, I was in and out of cash Wearing blue Nike Cortez from V.I.Ms damn Went to Eddies for gold teeth, Bennys for the shines Had on eight ball jackets to cover up the nines Barrel link chains, rings Damn fools I rob em for like all kind of bling This is not a fiction homeboy its fact Certain kings paint problem child on my back I come through, niggas be screwing their face up at me Im like why they looking like that? Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me Ill put a big ass hole in yo back Nigga, I dont know what you heard about me That got you looking like that But Ill shoot, you know Im on some bullshit, fucking with me Ill put a big ass hole in yo back

Niggas trying to front? We move on them One up side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them Next day we outside like who want it? Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them Next day we in the hoopties looking for them Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them Im the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, Niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this Im the Mechanic With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft I provide these services, we breaking them off Im a familiar face from the land of the lost I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss Its like every now and then Im back to being a Mechanic I split a nigga head, Im a grease monkey with it My Momma told me Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldnt get us Man, they dont understand, we were just trying to make it But where Im from if you want shit, you got to take it Im a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi You asking about Nedgme, they know me Im the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this Im the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this Im the Mechanic We dont play that pussy shit, we move on them We put that work in, nigga, we move on them Shorty, I know you aint scared. We move on them Here, the hammer right here. Now move on them Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up I lost my path in the dark, Im lighting niggas up Im the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those? I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall I say Getem! they get to killing like Im running the court Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat This is not amateur night and this aint the Apollo Aint nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming So if you want for me that homicide, Im gunning Im the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this Im the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this Im the Mechanic Money buys guns, paranoia comes When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run Friends turned foes, Daddy girls turn hoes In the penitentiary hearts turn cold Some turn snitch for States evidence While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich When the drama comes they way they dont fucking panic They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics Im the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this Im the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips (Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit Talking that slick shit) I know how to fix this Im the Mechanic

I don’t even know what to say, ain’t got to say much You hear my voice, you know it’s 50 Damn right they got it, damn right they got it {4X} I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet Lame niggas be quiet, you in the presence of a real nigga I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet Lame niggas be quiet, you in the real nigga’s presence I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga’s her preference Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin’ And if you don’t know I go by Tity two necklace Nigga that cocaine that I’m flippin , wood-wood grain when I’m dippin Codeine when I’m sippin’, bitch, you fucking right I be trippin’ I put your bitch face in my lap, .223s all in my strap Count-count my paper, all of them stacks, fuck something up and get it right back Nigga try me I’ma start a riot, I’ma start a riot {4X} I aint stunnin’ these niggas, I aint stunnin’ these bitches 2 cigarrellas, look-look like extensions Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide, my pack loud My gat loud, I back out and click clack pow pow Court dates, still trial, my rep is a reptile Now later, alligators, I step on a work like a step child Pimps up, hoes down, make your girl pull her clothes down Her hair down and I’m down, her phone off so don’t dial That-that pyrex in my kitchen, rich niggas still bitchin Them GDs and them vicelords or that gangsta shit I be kickin Who Blood now? Who Crippin?, who pussy? Tell me who snitchin? I got a firearm to fire on for whoever done let that bitch in These niggas don’t live by the codes then cut in and fucked up the game Throw your sets up if you don’t give a fuck, it’s 50 and 2 Chainz Got the hood back poppin’, I dance to this, I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this Get the bottles poppin’ while the hoes watchin’ and damn I love this gangsta shit We gone get back to the real shit Quit fucking around

Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope Clip in the K, whippin and flippin the yay 36 Os in a day, thumbing through pay When you do shit the right way Niggas aint fuckin with me How they gone eat? I run the seam I got that work, bitch, I got it I got a few Maseratis, dope in my new Maserati Thats a whole lotta new money Stash it, its hotter than hell Movin them squares in for real Servin that broad, said yeah Either way you put it on, bitch, Im good Triple salute bitch, Im straight out the hood Triple beam, look what I got on the scale This is that dope boy life right here for real Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope All this money, need a calculator Imma a drop it off and get back at you later Shoes gator, suit tailored, cookin chickens, we do cater Give it to your front door like newspaper Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters Plug showed up with two trailers Two flavors, what dude gave ya I got thirty cars in my front yard Hundred acres, no neighbors I finished up the white shit 50 on the fight shit, I might go to Vegas I keep up with who supposed to pay us Who cash out and who delay us Crash out if you try to play us Dope Boy Universal, all you can say is Young Buck move that dope The future of the dope game, Im mixing and Bottega Veneta Thats 60 a gram, Im stretching the yams and making my cheddar Whippin that coke like Patsy - 12 years of a slave Alphabet boys catch me, its natural life in a cage Presidential on my arm, you need to work on your own I dont do consignment They think Im inati the way that I shine Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope In the kitchen with Rida Gang chopping an eight S-S-H-H, Razor blade scrapes all on my momma’s good plates Dumped the the meth all on my face Should get an A up in Chemistry Murder the block on a killin spree Move the shit fast as a centipede You gone need a fade to get rid of me Movin that boy and that girl Take over life from the morte Lean the pot all the way to the side Scrapin the extras, need all of mine Call it a slave when Im whippin that brick 3-6 exorcist with the risk Bakin soda water all in the mix All this work got us changing up shifts Paper stackin in the path of evil Bitch Im dope in a platinum needle All my day; ones magazine you Play with the money and your head is see-through Im paid in full; never had a sequel You nodded off; my rap is lethal I get one wish, bring back my people Brick on wrist, bookbags of diesel Im icin out my imagination Just due - never got that from waitin Just wrote my movie, new chapter shapin Pack the wall, clubs asses shakin Whose first? Take a dark ride in that hearse Makeup run down on your shirt Wont be no waitin for reasons cause Imma bomb first Sound like they using they work Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope Young nigga move that dope Young nigga move that dope Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

Aww man...who the fuck is callin? I dont even wanna answer this shit...Hello? Whattup nigga its Black Remember me from way back? We used to go to school together Man, I got your number from Heather She said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got And if I like it Ill cop Damm nigga, you hot You talkin like you tryin to get a nigga knocked What time is it? man, its fuckin 4 Oclock I shouldnt sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block I aint got time to waste man, where this nigga at? Im in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see em Pullin up slow in the BM I popped my trunk to show him what Im workin wit First I showed him the TEC I told him Niggas give these shits respect But you dont want this, Man These shits is known to jam This is a little smaller here And a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger 16 shots, hollow points will go through ya And this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossberg kid Two shots and you can wet like half a block This shit here gets my dick hard Its a Calico, it holds a hundred shots If you cant kill your beef with this you need to stop Cmon, pick somethin now nigga, you know its hot Man, stop actin like that nigga, just show me what you got Aight, nigga look, I got Two 380s One black, one chrome, and 4 Glocks They all hold 21 shots Look, I done been through all my shit nigga So tell me what you want Its hard to choose man, I think Ill take em all Oh, you gon do me like that? I got one more piece to show you, my Derringer I keep it in the small of my back Its a two shot, its chrome, my initials engraved in it Look at you now, you had to get it Your BM? Im takin it, shit, you dont need it Park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack Then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak He gon give me more cream so I can cop mo gats Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two TECs Said Dont go by the gamblin spot, that shit gon get wet

So tonight, I wanna talk to you about the relationship Between money and peace.. A lot of people say its not about money, its about peace! Its about money... You took my heart from me Ill never be the same Now killing wont be hard for me Cause I cant feel a thing Sunday morning, preacher in the pulpit Kissed my nanna, I cant listen to this bullshit Its all good til they ask me for an offering All we got is pain, so thats all I can offer him My mama cold, she put me in this cold world Left me, what I got to protect me? Oh, I got a 9, yeah I got a 9! And all this ambition, bitch Im on the grind Skys the limit, 2 for 5s the gimmick You line something up, I tie something up They run up out that crib with that money, nigga what School of hard knocks, Im ahead of my class With no hesitation put a hole in your ass See, no its never my fault when I fuck up I knock your ass out, to wake you the fuck up Brass knuckles and my knife: now tell me wassup I made it to a half a mansion, shit I thought I made it Hood bitches on a nigga, yeah all on a nigga The Ds his the door with the batter ram Im standing by the toilet thats broke, tryna flush this shit Bizzy was my nigga started fucking with that cracker shit Beat me out my money, nigga ran off with my mac kid I was down, he kicked me when Im down When I think about this kid, it fucks my head up right now You know the same niggas that got me shot, killed your brother And you aint never did shit about that, motherfucker When niggas was beefing with you, I shot that park up Now Im thinking about the occasions, my gun blazing You got me feeling like a sucker B You took my heart from me Ill never be the same Now killing wont be hard for me Cause I cant feel a thing Imma go and Imma go back, fuck that Imma stay on them niggas til they can feel me breathing on them You, you look at these fake ass niggas They think cause they saying some fake shit in music, that the shit I be saying aint real All you gotta do is ask niggas, they tell you about me They dont say Fifty though they say Boo Boo Uh uh Find out Find out if I let it go Man turn this shit off

I’m on it I blow a hundred million, make another hundred mil, bitch I’m on it I hustle hard, oh my God, look at me I’m so rich I’m on it My swag on a hundred, yeah that fly shit I want it quick I’m on it I’m always on point, man I make niggas so sick I’m chin chillin, crystal spillin’ Hip hop’s villain cause I’m making a killin’ Niggas wanna try me, I’m strapped with the lammy If Jay’s Illuminati, what am I, am I Bugatti? Lodi Dodi, we like to party Big 4 in the morning, go outside and catch a body I ball full time nigga this is not a hobby If you don’t know about me, better ask somebody Yeah, I’m grimey, my wrist so shiny My Audemars, I blew a mil, I’m back to making money My swag make her want me, why else would she be on me I bet she hardly want me? I think she want to blow Lick me like a lolly, lick me like a lolly Her ass aint all that but her tits like Dolly’s Give me that punani, give me that punani Now this is motivation make me want more money I got it, black card in my wallet Find me on locations with model bitches are spotted Fly shit I rock it, Tom Ford, exotic Bitches on my dick now that I moved up out the projects One for the money, two for the show I’m ghetto like a mothafucka, what you didn’t know? Took threes for my niggas gettin’ 8 hundred an O Kush burn slow, I burn dough And sip Merlot like I’m on furlow Fresh up out the pen, I’m back at it again Thumpin’ like the system in my new big body Benz Look I’ma Fat Joe, my neck glow The lights hit the ice, its a special effects show Tinkle twinkle little star, no one here knows who you are Me I’m so big, notorious you dig The paper’s no problem when youre fucking with the kid

Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome aboard Afficial Nasty Airlines, flight 188 Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react Real thug shit unplugged Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust Bitches who nod, the bulletproof rides coke in my eyes It got me shootin at a ghost cause it looked alive To cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke Here to get those, snakes get it the most Gs overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes TEC blows, I only put a hole in your leg so… Its going on right now Afficial Nast’ dont be playin’ around, we lay it down Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin’ You got in the way, sorry to say You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee’s not in the day All the niggas in my zone, my close affiliates Be rippin and illin adrenaline spillin and killin shit Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Im on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist Empty the safe, hit em with the Glock he caught a state of shock Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty-two shots of bodily harm Goodbye to your legs, Goodbye to arms, goodbye to your moms The shitll happen so fast, the gat blast left his brains on the glass on the dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash The only thing I ever lost I couldnt find was time Son them crackers locked me up thats how I lost my mind Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine Fuck him, he didnt listen told him give me the shine The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me The killers who was with me, snitchin sayin it was 50 Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Fuck the rap skit, Ecst in the drug complex When convictsll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice Life in the drain niggas moneys got my gold chain thicker Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga From coast to coast I keep the toast My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless Your heart pump piss regardless if you a thug or rap artist AHHHHHHHH I seen death, almost died twice tonight Sell my own mother out if the price is right, I hate life Gimme the Glock, Im bout to join Biggie and Pac And you comin like it or not GET OFF ME! Let me go, dont hold me back Where my real thugs at? Baby THROW YA GAT! Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Killin it Killin it Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya gats To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Killin it (Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188) Word up yo, Official Nast Gettin cream, Onyx, we move with the many crews We let you know right now, we shuttin shit down Nine-eight, word up get your shit straight You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up What? Bring yo shit to the club Bring yo heat to the street Official Nast, shuttin shit down. What! (Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188)

Theres nowhere to run to, when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame Can front if you want too, but niggas who merk you Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave You a rider right?, down to ride tonight? Nigga you gone ride or you gone die tonight Nigga cock the steel, its kill or be killed Nigga shit is real in the field Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth? Will you lay down and cry? Will you stand up and die? Like the man that I am Im a legend in the town, now Since your all gangstad up lets get the fuck down Big Bill Danz and Im reppin for buck town Niggas see me dummin, Im coming clutching the pound Dont worry bout my whereabouts, we air em out clear em out The pressures on now, you need to get your hammers out You too tough nigga, you done wrap it up Brownsville Fif put in the call, we ready to brawl with every one of you all You got these young niggas hollering Copper tops on my block, like Niggas dont give a fuck I seen a nigga shoot my moms Right in front of my motherfucking face See in the Ville aint no such thing as a stray bullet When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it Slugs aint never out of season All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason Blood stains on the cement Same place he stood, thats were you leave em And dont back it out unless your squeezing off with your gun Cause you gone get your punk ass robbed for your gun You know the drill Im a give your ass 3 seconds to bounce And you better not jog, nigga run Fuck that , Dumb bitch, rest in piss

Imma stop putting my thing up in ya bitch if ya dont stop calling me Every hour on the hour, motherfucker cant ya tell ya bother me Im smoking, drinking, making ma pussy, not necessarily yours So just leave me alone for a minute, I finna fuck with a few of these hores I met this bitch, her name was Lucy Shes a Twitter stalking, Facebook groupie She loves dogs so I nicknamed her Poop One day she wants me and the next day its Snoop She keeps posting pics Cause Lucy, she love to stroke them dicks She got that feel good energy And a whole lot of nasty memories I never should have did, what I did with the bitch Cause now, I cant get rid of the bitch Shes throwing up my phone sending texts and e-mails All about her dreams of having sex with females Come swapping in a threesome? But that aint what I want, thats what she wants I keep telling her to leave me alone Bitch wont stop calling ma phone, bitch I should have never fucked that freaky bitch Now I be on some geeky shit She keep calling, and calling Man that bitch is a stalker First I want my ass licked, then I need my toes licked Soon as the bitch think she done she done I come up with some more shit I cant have a square bitch No I need a rare bitch No gag reflex, no ring, no marriage Im super, yeah Im Superman, see me I need a Supergirl Go super low and give a nigga some super fellatio And if Im soft its her fault Its her job to get me hard My dicks the bishop, it help a bitch find God Church, Keep it rainin on my hoes And tailor shit on my back everywhere I go That paper keep it flowing in There she go again Look bitch, you working my last nerves I have to go to therapy, I can not longer fuck with you What you and I had was a flash, shawty Ive had enough of you When you looking at her body you gon wanna up get with her because the bitch a banger Big swag, a socialite, easily clickin with strangers Never really know her when you get to meet her cause she was so thick and you thinking she was the bomb first Ask what she do, she say she do promo for concerts But she dont wanna listen, gotta be at every party Im at Running and rubbing yo buddy all on the rack, why you all over a motherfucker like that? All these flaws make a nigga pause with the words Got the draws but now Im feeling like Im fucking with two other birds For the urge, got a ... but I cant get out, so shoot me Now the bitch all on the internet stalking me, thats what I get for fucking with a groupie All I could do is smoke a Lucy .... bitch, how does she know? But all I know: Betta be the binnest if you fucking with her, cause she could be a ho Nah, let me put it in retrospect Reminiscin with shocka, go back up time and intercept yo sex Now what you all in the my window with my two do fo? Mama you get on my nerves, I thought you know I aint fucking you no mo I know you miss this dick I know you really miss it miss You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it I know you miss this dick I know you really miss it miss You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it I know you miss this dick I know you really miss it miss You wanna hug it, wanna rub it, wanna kiss it

CD opening To all my fans Love 50 Cent Happy Valentine’s Day, hmmm… Reading CD back Gun shots and screams Bullet shell is dropping

It aint good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right? It aint good to do good in front of niggas in the hood, right? Everybody know that Doing good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems Treys, trey pounds, and four-fours solve em I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit Your man gangster? Me too -- go on, get him, bitch! I just bought a new toast to spit Next nigga getting gully getting laid out quick Wherever ribs is touching, niggas is getting hurt Cause a broke nigga always down to put in work Dont run up on me -- I dont know you, nigga So what you bought my CD? I dont owe you, nigga I know you love the way the Audis beat bumps Got your license plate rattling all over your trunk I confuse these chumps with my style, dog Im from Queens, but Im motherfucking B.K. hard I sound like I move bricks Uptown But like a thug from the Bronx, I stay with the four pound Shook nigga -- Im a Guinness Book nigga We dont play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Dont go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Queens, nigga! We dont play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Dont go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Brooklyn! If I cant get my gun in the club, why would I come in the club? So niggas I done stuck up could cut me the fuck up? Nah, Im outside to jump off when they finished, G Four deep, strapped with all kinds of heat Niggas think they want beef; they dont want beef They find out when somebody they love laying in the street When you rap, you keep it gangsta, dog -- its all good But dont go popping that shit in my old hood Where Im from, a young boyll come and try you, nigga Shellsll have you feeling like you on fire, nigga If you thinking we thirsty, cuz, you right We looking at your watch and chain like thats a S-type Promoters saying, Dont play 50 in the club Last time he came on, niggas tore shit up What! I dont know where you from and I dont care But, nigga, we dont play that pussy shit around here We dont play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Dont go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Harlem, nigga! We dont play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Dont go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- BX! The only Spanish I know is, Go on your guita la boca, puta No inglés, no inglés, motherfuckersll shoot ya The Latin Kings dont like me, I dont care We dont talk that Mira, mira bullshit around here Man, I done did so much dirt in the hood Niggas heard I got shot, they was all saying, Good! Fuck yall, yall aint got to like me I get knocked, yall niggas aint got to write me Im on the same bullshit I been on Its the same bullshit yall niggas need to get on Yall shit sound too commercial Come cruising through the hood, motherfuckersll hurt you You should know where and where not to flash jewels Cause niggas run up on yall fools and flash tools They want the money, the watch, and your tennis shoes I aint gotta tell you not to move -- you know the rules We dont play that pussy shit round here You can get your fucking wig split down here Dont go repping where you come from too much around here You can get your fucking cap peeled -- Staten Island!

We, we dont give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Yall lil motherfuckers aint gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggas come through Yall lil motherfuckers aint gang-ster, gang-ster Yeah! I come creepin through your hood in the day or the night boy Its good that you aint scared to die cause you might boy Nigga cross the line, and my wolvesll jump on you The beef escalate, theyll be back to dump on you They follow orders, I tell em to let off that pump at you Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumpsll do Sunny day, hot fudge, vanilla banana split Four niggas in a whip, AK banana clip War time, frontline, nigga ride or run and hide Everything alive dies, why ask why? Why cry Man up, chump, worryin is for the weak You could hold your own or get left for dead in the street We, we dont give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Yall lil motherfuckers aint gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggas come through Yall lil motherfuckers aint gang-ster, gang-ster Yeah, yeah In the hood when I pop up, minked up and rocked up Niggas ice grill cause these O.G.s is washed up I got a left like, Winky Wright My pinky bright, my bank cardll end your life Niggas scheme but they sweeter than, cookiesncream Homey I got more blocks than Hakeem the Dream That aint taskforce money, thats real police I got my ratchet in the alley with that fiend Denise Cruise the streets, stuntin in that Maybach sixty-two Nigga what my dope goin fo, 62, cmon! A gram By man, my plans to expand Try to jux and you hoods get catscans We, we dont give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Yall lil motherfuckers aint gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggas come through Yall lil motherfuckers aint gang-ster, gang-ster Uhh, Banks I got a crew of schitzos behind me, I give em the word Theyll wet your whole block up, like the tsunami Try me, and your mamill be right in the lobby And theyll be feedin you Jello, like youre Bill Cosby Yeah everybody yellin yeah, so the beef cook Then somebody gets hit in the melon, then they tellin Dont go tongue lashin with Lloyd Niggasll put stabs in your boy like Brad did in Troy Be shakin like a cutty, with his last bit of boy And Ill be calm cause theres bulletproof glass in the toy Yeah Im flashy as fuck, mashin with Buck Windows up blowin big cause theres stash in the truck, what? We, we dont give a fuck about you Your homey on the block can get it too Yall lil motherfuckers aint gang-ster, save your Crew, before I put a hit out on you Before I let my niggas come through Yall lil motherfuckers aint gang-ster, gang-ster

I had five hundred grams and fifty in 58 bags Fo-hundred Benz, eight thousand in cash Then the ball dropped, gun popped, Banks got blast I make it so hot, one shotll melt yo ass Got popped up, cried til my eyes turned red Then told myself in the mirror nigga, you aint dead Im far from eccentric, Im so psychotic I dont need you to shoot for me, nigga I got it When you see me in the hood motherfucker dont talk to me Less you wan talk about using the hawk for me When Al blew Black away I had him on some stupid shit Then my rap shit worked, now Im super stupid rich All I do is stunt now, Im so Maybach There I go fronting again, I meant to say laid back Go head move reckless, get banged for your necklace I serve him with the semi, feed him a clip for breakfast You want some? Come get some Nigga its murder one when I toss my gun You might see me let it off, you might see me run But you wont see shit time the police come Huh? You want some? Come get some Nigga its murder one when you see my gun I just squeeze and squeeze til the whole clip done You just bleed and bleed til the police come Huh? You want some? I got a eighth of dope left, half a pound of purple Shooters in my circle, try me Ill let em murk you Got more guns than a gun store, beef aint what you want, boy You wanna be nice to me, you wanna shoot dice with me You want a ace on purpose, why you so nervous? Nigga we from the same hood, we come from the same shit You got gonorrhea too? We fucked with the same bitch Getting money is necessary; see me Im a visionary And Im saying that house should be a crack house Now see it how I see it or Ill bring the straps out The tech and the mac out, the Sig and the Taurus The Koch and that Heckler, then nigga we warrin I let my pistols speak for me and all of em foreign Click-clack, comprende? Im criminal-minded Toss my Nina in the sewer, bet nobody find it Til its rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun, what? Come get it, Im strapped now, Im with it Come get it - huh? You want some? Come get it, Im strapped now, Im with it Fuck that nigga - huh? You want some?

50 Cent: Yea, 50 I view a mind like something i can explore A fat ass is cool but baby I want more Someone i can adore Be down for Share time even my spare time travel on G5s baby no airlines Shine like we suppose to shine Because baby when we grind its like everythings on the line Your my bottom thats the best be my best friends Step out with me best dress I want the world to see you like i see you through my eyes Sunshine blue sky you beautiful dream of mine I forgive you for confusion and mistakes that you make Like everything about you even freckles in your face Quit playing come here Ice under my heels, I hear it breaking Under my heels, I hear it cracking Foolish of me to think I had it Emmanuel, how foolish of me! To think I had it.. I hear your voice behind me Moving up my neck I hear you talking Creeping on my shoulder I hear you breathing In my head I hear you screaming Just do it.. Yeah yeah, I feel you talking Yeah yeah I feel you moving Yeah yeah lets do it already Yeah yeah.. Chipping away at boulders I conquer fire 40 days 40 nights No New Star Fuck your Third Eye! I be the One Neo of the Sun Give me simplicity To lonely seems like real fun I feel you Creeping up my leg I hear you talking Moving on my shoulder I hear you breathing In my head I hear you screaming Just do it Dont come close Dont come close You dont even know me, know me 50 Cent: Im not conventional or offer to my concepts Look in my eyes girl I woo you with my intellect It says gangs not a game this is real shit Said you was down the one i should keep it real with Now you acting like i owe you and you sayin i dont know you And you sayin i dont know you i dont know the pin to my atm When the bill collector come bet you know me then I aint fucking with you Yeah yeah, I feel you talking Yeah yeah I feel you moving Yeah yeah lets do it already Yeah yeah.. Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah I feel you talking Yeah yeah I feel you moving Yeah yeah lets do it already Yeah yeah oh yeah yeah Dont come close Dont come close You dont even know me, know me Dont come close Dont come close You dont know even know me You think you know me Yeah you dont even know me You think you know me yeah You dont even know me know me You think you know me Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Oh yeah yeah

Man I run this rap shit Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high You wanna dance, lets dance nigga, I take you to the prom Im armed, trey-pound in my palm, Im calm nigga My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy Your fate, your death dayll fucking come if you push me Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow I get low, they say I go like a pro Its a wrap and Im ghost in the smoke like a roach Youve been clapped and in fact theres no coming back from that Im the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed Just my vest and my semi in the back of the Bentley Enage, a mirage, see Im there, then Im gone Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long So when Im right Im right, and when Im wrong Im right I hit your ass up right, nigga its nighty-night Man I run this rap shit Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Ayo, Im higher than a pilot, man, I catch a body, man Beat the case, I lie on the poly-gram These O.G.s talking bout, back in the days I have a R.I.P. sign on your MySpace page Im in your top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga G-C-T Coupe, its sour grape nigga Im an ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist I hold weight, nigga, my connect got bricks I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars Same house, and still fuck the same broads Dreams of fucking an R&B bitch Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed Im the Teflon Don boy, I get busy Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky Seven-sixty, drive by light tint With two hoes in the whip looking like flint Man I run this rap shit Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high R.I.P. to 2Pac Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get yo hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

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Ayo, I know these niggas dont like me But I dont like none of yall niggas, you know what Im saying? 50 cent, 9-9, motherfucking Doo Wop Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wanna take it Faggot ass niggas Yo, they shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over, take that Pelle Pelle You aint never heard a motherfucker spit like this Not even Puff and that nigga there made crazy hits Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot Im the next best thing since Biggie and Pac Now Im saying this shit slow, so you dont miss it Dont be a statistic, my jewels from the district Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted Son, Im off the meter, my mind locked on crime See Im tired of all these rapping niggas dying to shine And Im tired of fiends asking for a dime for nine Hearing this next punchline from me may sound strange You sit your 5-dollar ass down before I make change Yo, the sale went stale, caught em real bad Fresh out the jail, shit is really real Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they dont tell 20-man indictment, my lawyer gotta fight this Niggas know I aint never pressed for dough And niggas know I dont serve nobody I dont know Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an O.Z My man brought em to me, see he aint really know, B That it was hot, dude was a cop He was just trying to prop to put the new beams on his drop First I served him O.Z.s then I served him whole keys Now we all co-ds -- damn man, I O.D You know how it is on the street, niggas is holding the heat Po-po walking to beat, we burning Ls up in the jeep Aint nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic Its over, I cant believe it, damn its over Feds seized the Six, the Lex and the Range Rover Now a nigga rolling in a Toyota Corolla Used to never get high, now Im never sober .380 six-shot Glock top loader Keep it in my waist, son, Ill put one in your face I aint got nothing to lose, nigga, so stay in your place Just jumped bail, I aint been on the run long But it feel like a motherfucking marathon Come on, bounce, nigga, bounce Wop the reason why yall motherfuckers say bounce, bitch Niggas, niggas dont set trends, niggas just jump on dicks Thats why they Bloods and Crips now

This is hip hop, it go clip pop It hit em if ya hit me, the clip pop, it popped and it dont stop Papa said we bang bang boogie, we get em oh goodie Keep the hoodie when youre fucking with me, me, me Now what you hear is not a test I said its not a test, nigga, its not a test Got my Teflon on wrapped around my chest I do it the best, ya heard, I do it the best Tuck the nine by my spine all the time Stunt when I want a dead nigga, fuck with mine My neck and my ear get to flicking like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa Im the underground king, I reside on the throne In the club wilding out over Henny and Patron Me Im in the zone, yeah me Im in the zone Its bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown Shawty in my ear like please take me home Before the next song, come on dawg, we gone Off to the hotel, motel, the Holiday Inn She said if I knew you worked the cat from the back like that I wouldve brought my friend uh huh huh huh huh Im so raw, yeah, Im so raw Me Im so ghetto, Im oh so hardcore Im down by law, this style ya never saw I give em just a little then watch em fiend for more Yeah, they want more, they hot and they want more They love the way I kick it, they addicted to your boy Im ecstasy, Im the ultimate trip I have ya in the morning like a dope fiend sick Now feel the rush, Im like pure cocaine I have the whole night club going insane No matter how rich I get Im never gonna change I will let it rain, push me, I let it rain I do this shit myself, lawyer money aint a thang The unit is the gang, the yin and the yang We went from poor to rich, now look we the shit You best control your bitch or shell be in the six Uh huh huh huh huh Im fresh to death, Im rocking the vest Im strapped moving round with the heat I said I do it the best, Im not the one you should test Thats why my name ring bells in the street I put that work in, yeah yeah I put that work in, yeah yeah I put that work in, yeah yeah I put that work in, yeah yeah

I need the cake nigga! The Unit dont play , we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the MAC Spider got the sweeper and you dyin to hear it clap You wont have another birthday after that Cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act And I been gone all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the uh the uh the Uh the uh the And you motherfuckers lookin like steak Food on the plate for the wolves follow rules Dont get moved by the twos bloodll ooze on your shoes Wait , control your hate you aint ridin in them sixes Cause you spendin all your on them bitches I need the bread lil niggas need Christmas Banks dont rap with a backpack Im in it for the uh the uh the Uh the uh the Ha Ha!!! You heard Banks say it so you know I got the MAC I pull or pull out spray hollows at your back I dont give a fuck, its goin down like that I done been through every hood, dead niggas dont rat In the heart of a victim, murder is monumental I dont complicate shit kid, I keep it simple My bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what I been through Southside trauma, drama with the llamas I conversate with killers, its usually about life Politic with bonders Its usually about white Im the poster child for violence, Im the boy in the poster When them shots start to ring out, Im the boy with the toaster Yeah listen up kicko, I hustle, I get dough You fuckin with a sicko, I spaz let a clip go Cannon out the rental, beam to yo temple I squeeze blow your mental, all over your friends Me Im from the street where aint nothin sweet The home for the homis theres a body every week Now I dont hear the sirens but they probably on the creep Plottin to pull me over plant the in my Jeep So I be skippin cities seven states in a week Cant a motherfucker breathe and tell me I cant eat Show me the uh the uh the uh the uh the Nigga slow down, pump ya brakes No mistakes cause the Jakes run the plates Then your headed upstate for rollin round with a steak Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops You a bitch ass nigga, the cup of the block Any nigga disrespect the clique gettin shot Round here niggas get found upside down over the uh the uh the Uh the uh the WOO! OOOH!

Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie The fuck happened to you? I remember you all shucky ducky You remember me: nigga dont tryna dub me We had forth period together I was rockin sway but you was rockin leather You had a pocket full of cheddar You waved it in my face I wish my life was better You was the shit back in highschool Never went to class, but all the bitches liked you You used to ditch and say Bye fool Hit the fence, I wanted to be like you But damn I like learning The money that I get is the money that Im earning Remember I was workin around 2 in the morn You and your homies clowned a nigga uniform I laughed it off, like a classy motherfucker It was good to see you, ashy motherfucker Was ditchin them classes Was chasin them asses You quiting them jobs You move like molasses You dont give a shit Unless it is free So easy, I come naturally

Yo, this is 50 cent, you know what Im sayin? Im here with my man Whoo Kid You know how I put it down, nigga Its not safe around here as soon as the street lights G-Unit, nigga What? What? Nigga, yeah Yeah, we in here, whats up, nigga? 50 Cent, nigga We cant get money selling weed? Aint no money selling coke? Aint no money selling dope? And if niggas wont buy the X? My advice for yall niggas is stop frontin Cause if 50 say Pop something, Im gon pop something, what up? Dont make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger Send 12 shots to you, run four in the clip Get in the whip, its a wrap Nah, fuck that Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, thats that Niggas running with the steel out, now its time to peel out 50, let me drive I got this, nigga, chill out And I aint scared of niggas, I aint scared of gettin bagged Im just scared of the corner store cause its full of them Arabs They blowing the shit up like its okay I got a bomb on my waist, Im Kamikaze I dare Ds to get next to me Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me Yeah, yeah thats–thats it, nigga Thats it, its a freestyle, the fuck you want for free? Fucking Arabs just ran the fucking planes into the building The fuckin price went up 10 grand this fucking week

Yo, Whoo Kid, man. Yo, drop this shit, man. I gotta go, man. Lets hurry up, lets go, man. Oh yeah. 50 Cent, uh. G-Unit. Oh, man. Im feeling myself right now Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you (Come on, baby, just kiss it for me Just put it in your mouth) She was hesitant at first, said she never did it before As soon as I got her going she was going like a pro She went up and down like a merry go round And round and round and splash Shes freaky freaky, when you get her in the bed You need a G like me to get her to give you head My conversation is stimulating She in room ten-nineteen in the Hilton waiting She got a thing for ballas, I mean a thing for balls And I had turned her ass out so Im the one she calls On the cheek she kiss me and she tell me she miss me Being around me got her used to drinking Don and Cristy Im a special nigga, look, Im used to blinding Keep that Benzo clean and those spreewells shining Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Right in the morning I rolled over Guess who was over my shoulder A pretty round, round, round Who just got finished going downtown But at night with no lights I have you wondering If its a lighting bolt in your mouth or a glow-in-the-dark tongue ring Banks need a ghetto chick, set a nigga up wit ass Sneak around till he fall asleep, digging in his stash Leave with everything, rob a Benz, stacks and the grass Ass so fat she get handclaps when she pass I aint never had a girl, but you can be my bottom bitch I done been around the world, we done hit all kind of chicks Range Rover, never sober, Hennessey, vanilla soda B-A-N-K dolla sign, bitch Nah, I aint here to hold you Let your baby daddy roll his shoulder Banks dont associate with no tricks Ima make it a G-Unit party, from the hotel lobby And if you aint trying to freak off then go home, bitch Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you You know what I came to do, let you put your lips on my dick But dont tell nobody, you my mistress, bitch All your friends keep telling you what to do when you get me Got to eat the nuts first like a Hersheys Kisses Bitch, show me you miss me like Im Pac or Biggie She can be small as Eve or even big as Missy I like it when them dikes indugle in group six Suck off thanks to 50 and B-Light, unit Get your ass suplexed, telling me to go down Im a P-I-M-P, bitch, I bet you know now Baby girl, slow down, ou make a nigga cum quick When you closed your eyes and make your tongue do a twist You my 3 oclock, lolipop, kiss the last drop, bitch Walk around naked, hoe, I met your ass topless She finally found out what Young Buck is bout So give a nigga from the south some of that mouth Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Baby, if you get on your knees Put me in your mouth and suck me off You know I got you Alright then, you playas thats down on the dial right now. We gon give you some real good game, dawg. Official, dawg, Magic Juan and Whoo Kid. We gonna do something that yall know we gonna do. We gonna soda-pop. Yall know what Im talking about if yall with this game, so get your soda popping ready cause we gonna soda-pop it round here. Church

I string em along on some acoustic guitar shit Tell em park it in front of Neiman Marcus I need that, I need that Said we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at? Said you got a Spider, where them keys at? Them keys at? Living on em, shitted on em, taunt ya Im hotter than the sauna, is under Calm yourself before you get dealt with Had the medics working on your pelvis DOA theres nothing left to say Went down like an hourglass Paris 1st class regardless Fake bitches, not responsive Me, Im in the streets rocking a piece, thats retarded In the diamond district with Jacob Making you, you little clones wanna save up We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin We be out with the chrome Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at? All my men is caped up, stingy with the snatch Cause niggas get too attached Sleep with the ratchet under the mattress Natural: my cat got a 5 oclock shadow It dont matter cause niggas is still badder You chicks is getting fucked Im on top, thats how I bop Luxury every stop Eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend Youre not needed: next nigga, remix Word to everything with on G shit Fuck with me, give me a reason Feel something hot, change the whole season For the greater good, make you face your demons Its the loca, caramel mocha Bitches is on their sofa, Im taking over You now rocking with the best mama Bombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell Bughatti, oh! We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin We be out with the chrome Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at? Queens will ease on em, squeeze on em Well dump the .223s on em Breeze on em, lit the trees on em In the bandanna, make em think its gang-related We on that gritty shit, the city shit New York New York You come through on some pretty shit Get outlined in chalk I get busy, I get busy, Im strapped now Im tryna say I want you motherfuckers to act out I had that ass sprint towards the door when I back out Dont do it, dont you do it, dont you do it Dont make me step to you Holy moly, rolly icy oyster perpetual Diamonds blinking like hey, just take a look at it Im a regular bad man, they say Im a mad man Fuck a mask and gloves, I lay it on bare hands We come from a war zone, them South side streets Where anything and everything gets gunned to eat We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own You call up cops, we get it poppin We be out with the chrome Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Statan at? Where Brooklyn at? Where Bronx at? Where Harlem at? Where Yonkers at? We come from Queens where we are taught to handle Beef on our own

50 Cent uh Lloyd Banks uh, Young Buck uh, Game nigga, G-Unit Its easy man Its easy man Ayo, I switch my hustle, no more dice games, dilemmas You see blood in the snow after the shots in December Niggas is broke, thats why they stay ice-grilling Im in the Aspens, laughing, snowmobiling With a beautiful bitch, shes chocolate, athletic Ass poke out like Serena, ask Banks, hes seen her Plus shes hood - she aint Hollywood, remind me of Trina Ds come, shorty even down to hold out a nina G stands for gangster, UNIT stand for U Niggas In Trouble Better lock and load on the double G-UNIT! Im so sorry Niggas all fucked up they aint getting money in the hood Im so sorry I lied to you, say I let you hold something homie, if I could Im so sorry {I cant help you out nigga, nah, I could, but I dont want to help you out, nigga} Im so, Im so sorry Im in that 67 glasshouse In and out of lanes Murder on my mind Old English running through my veins I think about Eazy and to ease my pain, I drink a 40oz G-Unit soaking in the rain I came into this world both feet in the dirt No purple label, no button-up shirts No harm intended, no subliminal disses But hard facts separate the men from the bitches I would of popped your ass if I thought you was worthy Looking like Boy George in that Larry Bird jersey Buck pass the dutch, Im blowing that Bob Marley Hop off the G-4, lets have a Boston tech party G-UNIT! Im so sorry You niggas dont sound that good when you step in the booth Im so sorry Nigga that it hurts but goddamnit you know its the truth Im so sorry That seeing me do good is making your punk-ass sick Im so sorry That I aint got room for all you niggers on my dick Im so sorry A snap of a finger, make your guys cripple I came up with this on the shitter, nigga I handlebars like a bicycle Scars make your eyes trickle As stiff as a icicle The mufflers silence the Lamb, thats why I whistle Fire your stylists, you know thats wrong For letting you put that Footlocker noback on Around here, niggas get shot for performing that song The hoes cut their eyebrows off and draw them back on Theyre trying to merk me yo, thats why 50 bought me a Trey Pound with a nose longer than Pinocchio Pop shit, Ill stroke your slut And as soon as her mouth open up, what? Same colour as Coconut! Im so sorry You aint from Compton, you aint got a flow like Game Im so sorry You aint Lloyd Banks, mixtape artist of the year man Im so sorry You aint Young Buck, you dont let the gun buck, son you butt Im so sorry You get out of line, Ill personally fuck you up Im so sorry We dont chase no hoes You dream about it while were making dough Ill have a hundred fucking Haitians come and cut your throat I still touch the dope Nigga, my ears to the street I got some niggas from your own hood working for me Youve got your hand out, cant even bail your man out Real know real, Because the bitch niggas stand out Nobody gon miss you when the Desert Eagle hit you Just do like Pac said, pour out a little liquor Picture getting your chest blown open and no one there to save you Your momma got to wake up making funeral arrangements You know who to play with, and we aint the ones This G-Unit shit is deeper than prick in your thumb Motherfucker... Yeah I wanna take the time out to apologise to all yall niggas that put records out this year, that didnt sell no records, you know... Im so sorry, hahaha Ah man, I dont even know how to explain it, pimp You cant get no money while Im around just to save shit like the block All I did is switch my hustle motherfucker

Thats that creep Creep mode baby, we in creep mode Dont come around here baby Shining like that, yeah Its crazy on this side, come through, gun through Oh, ya man live out here? Dont go and get comfortable Dont know what he told you, aint sweet around here And I dont care what he told you, aint sweet around here See you riding that Infinity, now thats not fair Whats that, a 2006? Okay Playboy we got balls that aint made all day You comin through the hood, straight dangling state, yeah We takin medium-rare, grilled debatin us Lettin that slides not up for debate Oh you met, you a local guess what she bait She dont know right now but trust me the bitch bait I wont get all in the business, cause shorty is mad cool My man was diggin at and she a lil bit national First time we catch you comin out the building, we snatchin you And takin whats yours, first thing we ask you is Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil homie, get caught around here, yea Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yea Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got somethin to live for around here You ask me, all these rappers is bums Hav showed me the flow and I ran with it, thun I mean really, yall got to be the most worst Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse We emerge on the scene, everything seems Stop, watch is very bling bling Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so But once we get in the air, thats a wrap, bro Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex, easy on the bomb, let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have fans New York, New York, we the kings of the dam We party too much and smoke too much grass And we never see the bright side, we only see the bad Fuck all that, its a lot of niggas dead And I wont let em get me how they got them Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil homie, get caught around here, yea Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yea Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got somethin to live for around here Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel Cadillac Coupe DeVille, wood grain on the wheel Cocaine in the pot, baking soda, water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, thats crack Bag that, nigga stack, black hoodie, fitted hat Grimy nigga with a gat screamin Where the money at? My hood Southside, riders ride, thats right Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know Shit it aint about the dough, I aint really with it yo Camouflage on the low, ridin round with the heat I aint say wassup to you, nigga you dont know me Im on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine Clip filled til the tip, stunt I get on some shit Different day, different bitch, old hooptie, new kicks Oldsmobile, fuck that, no rims, hubcaps Keep my eyes open for them niggas I done bucked at Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil homie, get caught around here, yea Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yea Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got somethin to live for around here

Son Im realer in the street than I am on wax So if you see me in New York, see me making my stacks And if you see me on the island, you see me taking a jack And I think Im all that How yall niggas feel bout that? Be careful, this rap shit will get to ya head Have you screamin fuck the police When you scared of the feds Heres a jewel: love your enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same Your friends always change I travel, state to state Stash box filled with weight Jaguar XK8 Money machine count papes Kites with five words Kill them now dont wait For 21 years Ive been sober Sling dope from crack I dabbled with rap Then I fucking relapse Hydro and hash Im twistin it Cash, Im getting it Cristal, Im sippin it Hot shit, Im spittin it Before you press off, better know what team you running with Its tumbling, go hard for a yard And never fumbling And if she gotta donkey Then why roll Republican? Dont gargle my name Im aint the toothpaste you brush with Hands on the chips Like a Super Bowl Sunday Come model on a Runway Spit the hard ------- in my lane If you feel, you feel me And charter to the game All of my things, ugh All of my days Keep them, faces changing Back to back Ranges And wife be pushing the cam like a If you making statements Nigga you making payments If so, hand me that flow My whole hood show up to the aramen So if you saw something You better Usher Raymond Cause, if I go ten for two, thats it for you You hear more screams out of your crib Then scream two Check it I learned the massive Playas a gettin drafted For those that opposed, I gave those a closed casket My thoughts are graphic No matter who you dissing I die for my niggas like Jesus crucifixion You contradicting You fell under the submission My shit sound great on bad tapes with the hissin The plot thickens And in any altercation I take out two like double dating Your whole squad playa hatin I repeat: play for keeps I got weed smokers turning over a new leaf I pop shit and roll one deep With no heat to show ya I drop hot shit Rock mics with pot holders Rap careers over How dare you oppose this When I die, bury with a tape and my own shit ---------------------- Diss me and pay the price Make a klepto want to take his own life Style precise The rap game Im pimpin it, kickin it Yo, take it in vain like insulin! People giving me flashbacks When I was young, I was laughed at This is the fact I had to stash crack, in my ass crack Yo some cats get shot, some cats get smacked Thats cause some cats get cream and they dont know how to fuckin act Phone check, dude get the fuck off the jack Got a stash box for the mac in the baby blue ac Tryin to find out where you rest at so I could, run up in that Blast the gat, run off with the stack Im on it like that Im livin like that Im eating like that Takes cheese and thats the way it is man And its like that Check it I keep dough in my pocket While you follow the false prophet Get deep like Islamics, wrapped in a white garment I touch topics that try to open up your optics Vacate in the tropics, you dodgin bullets in the projects Cut the nonsense, Im hotter than a lot a men Start honorin, I got more wifeys than Solomon Fuck the squad you in Ay yo, we be the biddomb Regardless what I spit on You worship the tracks that I shit on Once you get on, its fam you cant trust Word to Punch, make rappers march like the third month I, build with friends Lyrically spit gems Call me diamond Cause Im your girls best friend MCs is born losers Alcoholic abusers I go on the radio and start a gay rumor Then Ill talk about how the crowd tried to boo ya Label screwed ya Stressed out with brain tumors My gat claps 50 percent of wack Take it back to real rap Krylons wit the fat cap Get robbed for your ASCAP Leave you inside Fortified lives Reppin NY til I die Let me thug it out, like Im spose to Straight vocal, yall bitches You know we gotta keep it coastal Its like the Trackmasters How we Tone and Poke you But I got patience for chocha, callate la boca Tell them niggas to call me popa Tell them that Im loca Get culo, being a boss like Hugo Smoke chronic Stereo, panasonic Striptease, bitches wanna strip with ease Yo boo, just take it off and hinder your ease N-O-R-E, type that just cant get pleased I got two bitches suckin my toes Other two on my meat Yo, and still a nigga wont get weak I like to keep it all sex like Dawsons Creek Thug it right out Right on a LAS beat N-O-R-E, you know I take the streets Any competitors Show you how to break you off N-O-R-E, so fuck yall competitors Either you a live bitch, or a regular whore Yo, I knew this bitch She used to rhyme and shit I use to lie to her Tell her Id buy her shit Yo, a crib, the new diamonds, plus a whip Yo, came to the crib Put it on And yo, and on the real, woulda put her on But even when I wrote it Yo the bitch couldnt quote it Sounded real foul like she demoted One thing she could do though, is deep throat it So I kept it real, bitch still aint got a record deal Mention my name, keep it simple and plain She was off, the meter when she seen wood grain Told the bitch maintain, and Imma do the same Or we can hit the telly up, you can give me some brain On any given weekend I juggle more girlfriends than Kingpin You experience loneliness for four seasons Chauffeur, and a cell for East Lincoln Call her Peek-a-Boo, cause she going for the Golden Streaken European regions Paparazzi, watch me Next thing I know, Im on screen getting a cocky While six chicks getting a hard copy Papi, you want to pop me? Well, I cant tell, cause when its critical Yall turn into men on films That costed a lot, like ODB at the Grammys Shit, if shorty swing my way Better leave your man, --- broken-hearted Gun in the glove department Made a deal with me Food Stamps the new 50s Newer group of chickies Named Jiffy because they spread with the bread Wake up with your chest saying, dial 911 Because you missing two kidneys

Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; nigga I aint playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y You gon cause my next felony fuckin round, I get the Mac blowin My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on The crack gon show you the barrel, get my jack on Im hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on Gran turismo, Masi, I just lean back on em Stack on em, yeah rack after rack on em Ghetto pharmacist man so Im cuttin the smack for em Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for em Nigga get in the way Ill bang the strap on him Then line up the wolves and scream Attack! on em Im cool, Im tryna keep cool, til I snap on em Im comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on em Its 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; nigga I aint playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York My alias, my name change; nigga I aint playin games New York, for short call me N.Y New York, for short call me N.Y I hate when you niggas do shit then make me ask why If you the homie why you wanna go and testify? Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry? Ill grow old in the yard starin at the sky Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies? And why you dont sit and stroll through your memories? Why is the question I ask Shit was all good when you were splittin up stacks That shit you told the people got em under max Now why, would you wan do some shit like THAT? When that barrel on yo forehead, dont ask why Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!

Oh yeah, this the Lanny Grant Story nigga Oh, if you a real nigga, you need to roll up some to this, nigga Drink some Hennessey, nigga See one of your man just locked up somebody, nigga Are we on real nigga time, nigga ? We done killed a few live niggas A whole bunch of lame niggas If it wasnt for that statute of limitation, Id say them niggas names, nigga My niggas like you crazy You talkin real crazy Dont let that rap shit go to your head They would throw yo black ass right in the feds Fuck them niggas be killed, they supposed to be dead It was them or us, so we them in the head Fuck being broke, we supposed to get bread You know what I do, if I get caught Ima go to the feds You think I give a fuck about a rap nigga? Being mad cause I dissed em on a track nigga From where if he aint from round here, get him gat, nigga Dont call me to get it back nigga Like Sean Kingston, you aint gonna get it back nigga We aint doin it here how Meech was doin it, but we doin it We dont pull out guns unless we shootin it Shoot to kill no play shit, broke Mac dont spray right when we spray shit Kids outside, broad day shit Only ones dying, thats the niggas we came to hit We done killed a few lives niggas A whole bunch of lame niggas If it wasnt for that statute of limitation, Id say them niggas names, nigga My niggas like you crazy You talkin real crazy Dont let that rap shit go to your head They would throw yo black ass right in the feds Niggas said they with this shit, dont know what this shit about Dope boy in a drought, aye nigga, go a different route Like them gold fronts, nigga, spit em out You gon’ make me hit you right here in this Waffle House Fear is a option, danger is real Go ahead, play tough guy and get your ass killed Niggas was talking bout Boo Boo, sayin My man dropped him The party was jumpin when I pop them Next day, niggas was talkin with a different tone Why niggas aint telling I get my name known Fuck you thought, when a nigga got a bone to pick Hit ya with that hollowtip, better corner cheap Im a hustler my nigga, I get to the bread I dont know none bout no nigga been shot in the head Niggas sayin I hit him, thats not what I did Do me a solid Say that if you talk to the feds We done killed a few lives niggas A whole bunch of lame niggas If it wasnt for that statute of limitation, Id say them niggas names, nigga My niggas like you crazy You talkin real crazy Dont let that rap shit go to your head They would throw yo black ass right in the feds God dont care bout them niggas we kill, they in hell, nigga But police want throw us in the jail, nigga Mad cause nobody wont tell, nigga No witnesses, no fingerprints on the shells, nigga So they lock us up with no bail, nigga Barely write letters, they reading through niggas mail, nigga My man like, What the fuck is you doin In the studio writin song about niggas we shootin Cant make this up, its 3 in the morning B My man stopped my engenieer from recordin me Fuck what they think they know, they cant prove shit He like: “I hear you my nigga, but this aint how we do shit” I know he right, but I dont want to hear it Im spittin in police face and Im hopin theyre hearin Black lives matter, Ive done took that nigga Before I said a nigga name, bring the hook back, nigga We done killed a few lives niggas A whole bunch of lame niggas If it wasnt for that statute of limitation, Id say them niggas names, nigga My niggas like you crazy You talkin real crazy Dont let that rap shit go to your head They would throw yo black ass right in the feds

Yeah This is gonna hurt you this time Gon’ see if y’all niggas can survive to second round You said what?! It’s over boy! It’s like a Murder Inc clearance sale… Ask about me They’ll tell you I’m an animal, an animal You touch one of mines I’ll react like an animal, an animal They say I have no conscience I’ll kill if I have to, y’all They say I’m an animal Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go Move on him like an animal Nigga dont talk to me if you aint in my bracket 100 mil, thats 60 after taxes I was a little dirty nigga flipping my mattress Sneakers fuck up til I started pumping packs, kid Beefin with the older niggas getting my ass kicked Bought a little .380 I stopped all that shit Back on that bullshit you know I’ve been on Riding with the same 9 Tre used to kill Bon Niggas dead serious, niggas though we was playin Picture me laughing in the crib after Tre shot Wayne Southside aint southside without the team Niggas starving I feed em theyll ride for me When feds come, nigga shit gets funky Irv love Preme he fittin to be his bunkee In a park full of kids, I pop of the mack They see the flare from the nozzle and scatter like rats I know the police is listening, this is for the Ds Me and Star was cool & I aint hit Cheese Signed a deal and made a mil before Bags got shot Made 20 more fore Tah-Tah got knocked Man this rap shit is me B, I got this locked Treat it just like the block workout non-stop I dazzle with the footwork, maneuver with the heat Think boy or get your brains left in the street Yeah the Stick-up Kids say it’s out the tax But I get your shines back for you homie, relax I send my little shooters right at em with Gats Hit em so hard they gonna send that back You know I know who ran up in your crib The first thing they do is holla at the kid They say 50 fucked with us man, we poor need work They need niggas like us to do their dirt Ask about me They’ll tell you I’m an animal, an animal You touch one of mines I’ll react like an animal, an animal They say I have no conscience I’ll kill if I have to, y’all They say I’m an animal Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go Move on him like an animal Yeah Nigga what?! Get a good look nigga! See the flash of my diamonds and shit nigga! Hahaha Ridin back since this shit cost more than yo momma house You’re fucking playing with me nigga? I came up hard nigga! You already know what I’m about! What?! Hahaha… Aye Aye tell Preme That if he send me a written apology We can squash this shit Naaww nigga…we ain’t squashing this shit

Its gangsta nigga Its too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha Its gangsta nigga Its too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You wont show us no love, bitch Never thought youd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We wanna parlay wit you I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga Like they aint grow up in the same hood wit a nigga In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names Bitch why dont you take ya ass home and quit playin games They on that pretty shit that high saditty shit They want me to trick, I aint P. Diddy BITCH Im gone show em now Im gone show em how How we break it down This is how its goin down Them bitches think pussy precious Them niggas they wanna test us Got beef so we be wearin vest-es Look I dont give a fuck nigga Bitch I aint buyin no pussy Nigga youll die if you push me Nigga you know I’m holdin Bitch picture me rollin Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it While Im ballin she by my side wit me But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me Get out the club bitch Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You wont show us no love, bitch Never thought youd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You wont show us no love, bitch Never thought youd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit My whole team gettin dough bitch On the low bitch, friendsll kick a nigga do down fo sho bitch Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you On that pre-Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy Thats where we buy the ice at the right price Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga Shit hit the fan, we fuck around and murdered a nigga Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin Fuck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You wont show us no love, bitch Never thought youd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You wont show us no love, bitch Never thought youd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud Call a Crip Cuz, call a Blood Dawg I aint bangin so I holla like Wat up yall? Bitches know I be buggin when they dont show me no lovin I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin When ever Im around motherfuckas stop joke-in They know how I get down, I be motherfuckin Loc-in Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You wont show us no love, bitch Never thought youd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club, bitch Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You wont show us no love, bitch Never thought youd be on that loser shit You on some movie shit Get out the club , bitch 2000 shit motherfucker you know how this shit goin down This is my shit, from now on this is my shit Nigga cant eat, nigga cant sleep, nigga cant do shit Unless I say he can nigga Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives Ill leave wit 4 stiches Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult You and every motherfucka that roll wit you You bitch ass nigga Imma see you Nigga is sweet like candy I can get cha now or later You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa Nigga is sweet like candy I dont care how much you pray Nigga I dont care how much you paid And you sweet like candy I can get you now or later, later, playa

Yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah When the strap out, you know what that bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah – wave – woah – wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth yall, don’t tell em shit yall Woah – wave – woah – wave Im not telling you to shoot somebody But if somebody try to shoot you, shoot em Dont waste time, little nigga, just do it Any nigga out of order must be serviced See now, now you hesitating, boy, you making me nervous The Feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet Front on me, try to run from me, hollows heat up your back, B Pistol pop, copper top, burn, baby, burn Revolver spin again and again and niggas never learn Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga So if you hit me and you get me, Ill be back to get ya Man I might bring the homies in thats if its necessary See, you might not be worried, but I think you should worry Them bullets come in flurries, next thing you know, youre buried Yeah, I do away with nine niggas in nine days My nine sprays when shit dont go my way Hold it sideways, fuck around, cause a crime wave When the strap out, you know what that bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah – wave – woah – wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth yall, don’t tell em shit yall Woah – wave – woah – wave Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah yeah, yeah yeah I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me Yeah, Im #1 on Forbes Yeah, they cant fuck with your boy Tax time is crack time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. nap sack filled up with G-stacks Im sick in the head, me, Im all bout the bread Go head fuck with the kid, see its just what I said See the stash, Im making double, making kilos bubble Gem star, boy, I cut you til your ma dont know you See, when we play, them warriors come out to play You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today See, Im back on the shit I was on before So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon take em to war When the strap out, you know what that bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah – wave – woah – wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth yall, don’t tell em shit yall Woah – wave – woah – wave Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas cant fuck with me Yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit you up for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

inhaling/coughing Aye, I hope you motherfuckers out there brought an extra clip Hit the lights nigga, let them niggas go right there gunshots Its about to go down Welcome to Cashville motherfuckers glass shatters Yeah Im a soldier, I done told ya Dont make me fuck you up Leave your head bust, im a head buster Man I dont give a fuck Im come from a small town where organized crime is the rule You kill niggas without permission, niggas gon kill you We bang the rags too, red and blue This shit aint out only there on the west side fool Surrounded by section eight houses in the projects A place where you make the wrong turn, you get robbed next We all targets, standin out on the street corner Thats why you see the lil kids with the heat on em Police pull out, hop out but they cant catch us They never even get a chance to say Drop your weapons Liquor stores never close, the whole hood high Niggas know when its war the whole hood ride We on that Bishop in Juice shit I put this fo-five in yo mouth like a toothpick, you bitch The south aint safe no mo so get a gun And pray to God you make it to see twenty-one You gon make me crawl through your backyard and cut off your light switch Kick in your back door and take all that white shit Niggas know what to do when Im around Go put your pack up and pick up your fo pound Its bout to go down, Buck back on that bullshit He even got his baby mama walkin with a full clip Fucked a couple of R&B hoes, but now its back to the hood rats They lick a nigga dick quick and know where that good at Money dont make a nigga change Its just the niggas that aint never had nothin start doin strange thangs They say I must like beef Cause 50 got fifty enemies, but if they fight him they gotta fight me Come ridin through these dirt roads And let me show you how puttin in work goes The fo-fo bulldog small enough to fit in a nigga boot So its wherever, whenever, whatever you wanna do nigga Im a soldier Left, right Left, right Left, right Im a soldier Left, right Left, right Left, right Im a soldier

The bottom feels so much better than the top! So much better Nan, youre a window shopper Taking a look, but you never buy Nan, youre a window shopper You wont pick it up if its over a fiver Nan, youre a window shopper Get on the bus cause you still cant drive Nan, youre a window shopper Mad as fuck, only just alive Get up in the morning and you like your tea milky You fumble for your glasses cause without them, you cant see Its funny how I come round your house and Im 20 And I still have to wear all the presents you sent me I walk into your kitchen, everythings got a label You done your Christmas shopping and were only in April And you wont leave the house unless youre wearing your thermals Youre covered all in cat hair and youre stinking like Strepsils Youre heading down the Bowls Club Have another orange squash Balls are rollin, rollin, rollin You cant walk right cause things arent what they were Your ankles are swollen, swollen, swollen Nan, youre a window shopper Taking a look, but you never buy Nan, youre a window shopper You wont pick it up if its over a fiver Nan, youre a window shopper Get on the bus cause you still cant drive Nan, youre a window shopper Mad as fuck, only just alive Youre walking down the post office to pick up your pension And then youre off to Bingo, its become an obsession So weary of the kids when theyre wearing their hoods up And even if they smile at you, you think its a stick-up You only buy the paper just to cut out the coupons Youre saving 50p, but what do you want with tampons? Youre always at the doctor picking up your prescription And they throw in some K-Y just to ease up the friction You got a leak in your colostomy bag Yeah, its got a hole in, hole in, hole in At the weekend youre shopping with your trolley Its sad how youre rollin, rollin, rollin Nan, youre a window shopper Taking a look, but you never buy Nan, youre a window shopper You wont pick it up if its over a fiver Nan, youre a window shopper Get on the bus cause you still cant drive Nan, youre a window shopper Mad as fuck, only just alive

South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide Look at you, you lil dirty ass nigga you aint shit Im glad you here though you just in time to get the grits Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E Tell Habbi its from me, hell let you owe him he know me Thats how I used to talk to a nigga growin up Thats why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy died I aint know what was goin on, I aint even fuckin cry Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him Four finger ring, rope chain and medallion Red bomb bitch with a ass like a stallion Its a dream, its a dream, its all a dream I get the coke, get some pistols and build a team Im a be better than Cat, yeah better than Preme Im a be the last man standin, you know what I mean? South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide Ill shoot up your house Ill burn up your crib And when the fireman come Ill shoot at them with the cig Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the llama When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama And thats your baby mama I see her with a lil uzi Im in the piece you wipe me down like Im Lil Boosie Im a lil woozy, Im higher than heaven I got the haze mixed with AK-47 I need that Beckham money, I need that older money So if you checkin for me, nigga show the money He mean that big money, not that lil money Thats my nigga Yay, I know hell kill for me South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide South...siiiiiiide We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state I cant die I got too much money to make You got plans, then you know where Im comin from, my stomach numb I got 99 Problems you want em son? 99 enemies, dont be the hundredth one Ill become a corpse before I become a bum Lifes short, feel good under the summer sun Down here, you got two options get a gun or run My first car was a spaceship, no hoopty Champ hoodie and boots, no Gucci Yayo introduced me, Fifth scooped me The floor couped me now you gotta shoot me I bes the boss of this shit right here! I said the boss nigga you hear me! The B-O-S-S-M-A-N!!!! And nigga what!!!! Thought so! Im the George Bush of this shit!!! Im not goin to war, but Ill send niggas to war But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!? Im thinkin you know what Im sayin! We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50 Now I got a few aliases you know what Im sayin Im thinkin next, Ill be Sam you know, Uncle Sam Im a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come through here!!! Now thr music, we need a little piece of that Everything that comes through you understand what Im sayin Its The Unit!!!! Yeah!!!!

These niggas be on somethin Fuck around and they done told somethin These thirsty hoes better not stole somethin She twerking for you, now throw somehtin Them people call them for something, I dont know nothin Officer, I dont know nothin Alright, alright, ok These niggas be on somethin Fuck around and they done told somethin Fuck around and they done told somethin These thirsty hoes better not stole somethin She twerking for you, now throw somehtin Them people comin, I dont know nothin Officer, I dont know nothin Im the one these hoes want I be keeping that dough comin 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, Im onto somethin 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, that bag coming 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, you know whats up 10 million, 20 million, 30 million, yeah bitch Im up Yeah, yeah, yeah bitch Im up Yeah, yeah, yeah bitch Im up Yeah

That pussy so good, so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood She like that 50 snatch, that Erykah Badu Duke, that pussy having niggas saying, “I do” You know that 50 snatch That have me throwing bottles at you Fuck around, I throw them hollows at you She doin’ it like I like it ‘cause I taught her, I taught her I keep her on some fly shit, I spoilt her, I oughta That’s my kinda bitch, I gotta do her pussy fit me like a Snap, we break up then come back Addicted to fellatio, her head game crack Ooh, I mean it’s all that No gag reflection, let me push it to the back Deep throat, that’s why I think she so dope A nigga fuck with my hoe, a nigga get smoked them hearts go around my head Ya dig? You fuck with my hoe, nigga, you dead That pussy so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ I’m so good, so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood I say shit to make a hoe feel good, that ain’t shit to me I’ll be all fucked I’ll let them get to me I think I really loved her in another life I want the bread, nigga, you wanna fuck her, right? I’m pimpin’, look nigga, I’m pimpin’ Ridin’ in a Rolls, no cane, no spokes This new girl gon’ make a nigga rich go on and show ‘em who you with With that Magnum, you strapped, maybe suck a dick These bitches fuckin’ for free on some other shit This is just alternative life I mean, he’s fuckin’ him, and she’s her wife They hate it when they see us with ice I mean wearing designer threads, everything nice Push that Gucci down to the socks Rand and watch filled with rocks, watch That pussy so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ I’m so good, so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood Hold up, I started to see shit I couldn’t see That mean she eat more pussy than me That hoe a faggot, she suck dick for the bills But when she get to lickedy lickin she got skills emotions and shit, that’s for suckers We-some, three-some, having motherfuckers lovin’ bitches, we be both lovin’ bitches I thought the dime would pop the bitch off She want a double bag from me, drop the bitch off Hey, the more the merrier, the friends come in Like the ends come in, and the Bentley front in I’m shinin’, I’m gold, I’m on roll, the the more they see me fall Baby, come over, I got the Effen and the hookah We can get right tonight, I’m hittin that pipe tonight That pussy so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood Nigga, you ain’t lyin’ I’m so good, so good, so good A nigga so hood, so hood

I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale Its time to re-up what my scale read I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale Its time to re-up what my scale read We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Ozs Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys Half of chicken whole chicken Niggas got to cop n go, yo I said you niggas got to cop n go This is like fast food, nigga May I take your order? I require nothin cookin but bakin soda n water - ice, cold Thats crack inside that Pyrex We get the work, then move the work The pressure we apply next Every now and then, a nigga set-trip I8 BMW; Im electric Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic Shit pop off when Im rhymin, I protect it Fuck around I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale Its time to re-up what my scale read I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale Its time to re-up what my scale read Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo Baggin up half a brick My lawyer sittin on the couch He said its cool, Buck; I swear I wont open my mouth Im all kushed out, coke under my My uncle been playin with that powder, and I can tell You know that crack smell, and he lookin all frail My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell Now the Feds on her trail I just got the email Shit crazy, but Im still cookin up babies Hookin up my niggas daily with this dope Get out and get some, nigga Cant pay me if you broke, no Let a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope I get it fresh out the boat I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale Its time to re-up what my scale read I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale Its time to re-up what my scale read Numbers dont lie; scales dont either Every time you out, fiends wanna reach ya Out with some bitches, fiends wanna call In the club with my niggas, fiends wanna call When Im waitin on them, man they never call The life of a hustler in a nutshell G-5 eatin snakes, soup and raw fish Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow They start to shoot you up shits creek without a paddle They roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold Catch em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold My nigga flippin on his P.O. cause he cant travel You owe me, I take your child for collateral Gun wave, hello Shots echo Wont save money - switch to Gekko You known from the get-go I aint bout to let nobody play with my green When they coward belly yellow Polka-dot carbine on your chest, screamin hold on Hold on You see my face and let go Im from the N.O.; better check the death toll You was playin Casanova Cookin bitches casserole I was on the ave with Os, me and red taggin toes On the Greyhound bus Pounds in my baggy clothes Huh I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale Its time to re-up what my scale read I put my coke on a digital scale I put my weed on a digital scale I put my dope on a digital scale Its time to re-up what my scale read

TASHA Tell me Im beautiful. JAMES You know you are. BOUNCER Boss is here. JAMES Yall hear that? The boss is here.[“Escape - Charity Strike Remix” by 3LAU, Paris & Simo, and Bright Lights plays as they enter the club scene.JAMES To Truth! ALL Truth! - Whoo! JAMES Let me make some rounds. Baby, Ill be back. TASHA Where you going? JAMES Ive got to handle some details. TASHA Dont you have people for that? JAMES Its called customer service, Tasha. I do this part myself . TASHA Excuse me, more champagne, more vodka, more everything. LAKEISHA Mm, wait, wait, hold up. Bring some Henny and bring some Patron.JOSH Head counts at four-hundred and its not even midnight. Fire marshal told us to keep it under three-twenty-five, so if he shows up, were fucked. JAMES - Place is fucking bananas. You might be worth the risk. JOSH I told you, thats all behind me now, and I delivered. This is the best goddamn nightclub opening the whole year. My whole database turned out. JAMES Yeah, you know the right people. And its bangin tonight, but we stay in business if we keep the music hot, the women hot, and make it damn near impossible to get in this fucking door. JOSH Even for my VIPs? Come on. JAMES Fuck your VIPs. We gonna redefine the word. SHAWN Hey, boss, they want you downstairs. JAMES Who wants me? SHAWN Tommy. Should I come too? JAMES You wait in the car.TOMMY You think you can fucking steal from me and then just walk the fuck away? MIGUEL I didnt do anything, man! She dont know nothing! Okay, look! Hey, hey, look! Hey, I stole from you. Okay, it was me. Look, please, man. - Okay, its not her fault. TOMMY Youre right there, Miguel. Its not Marias fault. Its yours. You have your opportunity to make this right. All you have to do is tell me where you hid my shit. MIGUEL I cant. I cant. TOMMY Hes not listening to me, Maria. Here, you talk to him. MARIA Miguel, dile lo que hiciste con el dinero JAMES What the fuck is going on? TOMMY Ghost, meet Miguel Alvarez and his fiancée Maria. Cruz was driving his route when this motherfucker jumped him, shot him in the head. JAMES Cruz, so he got… TOMMY The money! A whole days paper. JAMES We get it back? TOMMY No. He handed it off before Victor tracked him down. Wasnt enough to kill him. This greedy motherfucker stole Cruzs phone, led us right to his place. Found him in bed with her. Moron thought he was home free, about to have his celebration fuck. JAMES Why the fuck would you bring him here? Hmm? Its opening night. I got a full house upstairs. TOMMY I thought youd want to teach this motherfucker a lesson. JAMES And the girl? TOMMY He needed some persuasion to talk. JAMES What? We got to let her go. Tommy, think. This girl has brothers, cousins, someone who gives a fuck about her. You fuck with her, they come running, looking for her. They come with machetes or they come with guns. Hermanos Tainos, Soldado Nation. People we deal with, or worse, people we dont. TOMMY Say good-bye to Maria, Miguel. MARIA Oh, Miguel. MIGUEL Hey, Im sorry. MARIA Miguel, por favor. Miguel, baby! Miguel! Miguel! JAMES Go home, take a shower. Ill send my man here with you, okay? You give him these clothes. You go to work tomorrow like nothing happened. If somebody ask you, you and Miguelito broke up, understand? Escuchame. You were never here. Entiende? Entiende? MARIA Si. Si! JAMES You stay with her till shes out of the shower, and then burn her clothes. MARIA Miguel! MIGUEL Maria! Im sorry! MARIA Miguel! JAMES Well, well, here we are, miguelito. Que orienda. You and me: two men who would rather be anywhere but here. Conyo. I know I had other plans. How bout you? I know you had a plan, Miguel. You didnt hit my money man by chance. Someone told you where to go, who to hit. MIGUEL Man, I aint gonna tell you shit. JAMES Mira, mira, mira. We let Maria go. - - Tell me who set this up and Ill let you go too. MIGUEL I cant. I cant. I cant. Please, man. Please, okay? I swear to God. I swear to God. Oh, God. JAMES No hables, we both know how this ends. Neither one of us walks out of here a happy man, huh? MIGUEL I dont wanna rat. I dont. LAKEISHA What? TASHA Yes. JOSH Mrs. St. Patrick. You seen the boss? I want to show him the numbers so far tonight. Were killing it. TASHA No, but you can show them to me. JOSH I dont know if Im supposed to do that. TASHA You can show them to me. JOSH Were having an amazing night. Off the charts. TASHA If you say so. LAKEISHA Hes cute. JAMES Your problem is, Miguel, you suffer from a serious case of misplaced loyalty. The men youre protecting sent you out to steal from the wrong motherfuckers tonight. Either they overestimated you or they underestimated us. But they left you hanging out to dry, partna. Tell me who hired you? And then you can come work for us. Tonight, you sleep in tu cama. You still have a choice, Miguelito. Escoge. MIGUEL Si hablo, matan me familia. I’m not afraid to die. JAMES And Im not afraid to kill you. MIGUEL Uhh! JAMES Clean that up. I want the shit spotless, like it never fucking happened! This shit makes no sense. We had nineteen drivers delivering product tonight, right? TOMMY Twenty. ’s caught a bachelor party, had to stay on to deliver. JAMES And this motherfucker here hits Cruz, when hes holding the money from all the day runs? Plus we did that brick drop tonight. TOMMY The wholesale shit. JAMES Right. So Cruz is carrying todays cash from our whole fucking organization, Tommy. The whole fucking organization. If he gets here twenty minutes later, after hes made the drop at the house, they get nothing. What does that tell you? TOMMY Asshole was working with one of our people. JAMES What if its someone who knows our fucking business? Tainos, Rock Street Killahz, Soldado Nation. TOMMY Why would they bite the hand that feeds them? They fuck with us, they lose their distro. JAMES Because everybody hates middle management, man. Maybe they wanted to go straight to the source. TOMMY Shit, none of these guys got the stones to fuck with Lobos directly. Still, the Soldados or Hermanos Tainos wanted to take us down, theyd hit all our people, all at once. JAMES Which means we have to take everybody off the street, now. Close the store? We cant afford to get hit again. If one of our people is behind this, we dont know who theyre working with. We dont know who to hit back. We cant stand around with our dicks in our hands waiting on the other guy to make his next move. MAN Yo. Whats up? TOMMY Were canceling Christmas. Shut it all down, now. BEST MAN Just buy enough to keep the girls happy. We got a long night ahead of us. BEST MAN What? DEALER I gotta go. BEST MAN Wait, where you going? Wait. Where you going? Dude? Im the best man. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? JAMES Table 45 was drinking Wataribune Sake. Take that back to the bar, and when youre done, flip the bottles at 72, 68, and 64. They all need to order another round. HOLLY I think theyre slowing down. JAMES Then get them up and out, holly we got people outside who want to give us their money. Go. TASHA Oh, my God, I had so much fun. LAKEISHA I know, me too, girl. TASHA Thanks for coming. LAKEISHA All right, babe. Call me later. TASHA All right. LAKEISHA Okay. JAMES Get home safely, Lakeisha. LAKEISHA Hi. Thank you. TASHA Everything okay? JAMES Yeah. You good? Entertaining our guests? TASHA Its late, baby. Why dont we go home? You know, we could do a little celebrating of our own. JAMES You take the car. Send Shawn back for me. JAMES Alex. ALEX Yeah. JAMES Could you please escort my wife to the door? Night, T. Im sticking around. SHAWN Going home now, Mrs. St. Patrick? TASHA Where else would I go? JAMES See that, pop? I did it. Your boy did it. TOMMY Ive been looking all over for you. Everyone got clear. No problems. Nobody tried shit. JAMES All the hustling, all the work. From working the corner for Breeze and Kanan. It brought us here. You know, for two knuckleheads that grew up like us, Tommy, to make it in the city, man, aint no small shit. TOMMY We lost 200k tonight, before we closed the store. Plus whatever we lost since. Can we make up for that by selling drinks? JAMES The money aint the real problem. TOMMY Fuck that, its not the real problem. JAMES No, the real problem we need to find out who the fuck is behind this. Miguel died tonight to protect them. We need answers. Quick. Especially after we tell Lobos we got hit. TOMMY Shit, I say we dont tell him. He aint gotta know about this. We pay him. Get the fuck out of there. JAMES Nah. We gotta get out in front of it, man. Only six months were working for him. We got no history built. Lobos finds out about this, and we aint say shit? TOMMY Its our ass anyway. We got his product sitting in a goddamn shipping container losing money by the minute. JAMES Your mom? TOMMY Yeah. She probably cant fucking sleep again. Im just saying, Lobos sets fire to people. JAMES That guy was fucking his sister, man. We gotta give him his money cash. TOMMY Yeah. I got half. But its out at my mothers. Ill bring it tomorrow. Hey, I heard back from drift. That guy over in E. O. He wants to get up with us next week. Talked about buying from us. JAMES Nah, we gotta hold off on Jersey. Not till we find out what the fucks going on. Cant expand under fire. TOMMY Hey, yo. You got some fine-ass-looking girls serving drinks in there, by the way. There was this one red hair, tall. Whats her name? JAMES Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah. Her name is “Dont touch the merchandise, motherfucker.” Dont touch the merchandise, okay? You ever gonna get over that red hair shit? TOMMY Probably not. TASHA When did you get home? JAMES Late. TASHA You know, I could help you relax if you let me. JAMES Oh, come on, Tash. TASHA Let me. TASHA Come here. JAMES I gotta go. TASHA What? Where you going? Ah.ESTELLE Okay, here. RAINA The sunll come out - tomorrow TASHA Good girl. RAINA Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow therell be sun ESTELLE Raina, what are you doing? TASHA Shes rehearsing, mom. RAINA The auditions for the lower school play in a month, and I want to be prepared. ESTELLE Im talking about your outfit. Its not flattering in your shape, baby. How about that nice dress I bought you? RAINA Nobody wears dresses to school, big mama. JAMES Daddys little girly boo-boo. Morning, Estelle. ESTELLE Good morning. RAINA Were gonna have a tea party and play with the castle. Come on. ESTELL Sit up here with grandma. JAMES Lobos. No, veremos después. Claro. TARIQ So I got Spanish homework due Tuesday. Think dad could hook it up? TASHA No. You have to do your own work, boy. TARIQ How does he know Spanish anyway? ESTELLE Yeah, Tasha. How does he know Spanish? I dont know. TASHA He learned before we met. SHAWN Morning, Mrs. St. Patrick. TASHA Hey, Shawn. Whats up, Reina? Ah, Tariq, whats up, boy? TARIQ When we gonna hoop, Shawn? Ive been begging you forever. TASHA Boy, leave him alone. Tariq, hes busy. Got a big job now. You want some breakfast? Theres more than enough to go around. Go ahead. SHAWN Oh. ESTELL Come on, here. Heres your sippy. Heres your sippy. Good girl. JAMES Shawn. Son. TARIQ Whats up, dad? JAMES Hows that history report? Give me a read later? TARIQ Sounds good. JAMES All right. Have a good day. RAINA You too. JAMES Good luck, okay? TASHA Okay. JAMES Daddy loves you. Mwah. JAMES Bye. TASHA Bye, baby. ESTELLE Good JAMES Mwah. TASHA Keep working on it, okay? - Mm-hmm. JAMES Tell your moms I said “hello.” TOMMY Shes getting worse, you know. She cant be out there all the time. TOMMY Lobos? Better not be changing the fucking time again. By the way, Im rethinking this whole tell Lobos we got hit idea of yours. JAMES Its Kantos. Lets see what he wants. - - Whats up? KANTOS You recognize the name Simon stern? Yeah. JAMES The cat that owns Parlay, Verbatim, Syrup. KANTOS Yeah, plus, like, five other clubs. Hes one of the biggest nightlife investors in New York. His office called. Stern told the page six to write up about truth. Wants to sit down. JAMES I got a lot of shit on my plate at the moment. Well talk later. KANTOS Its a big deal. He only talks to the major guys. Look, with stern behind us, we can open up clubs in Miami and Vegas end of next year. JAMES Ill call you back, man. TOMMY Whats his problem now? You know what, never mind. We got real shit to do. LOBOS Ghost, Tommy. Good to see you again. You have my money, of course? LOBO’S MAN Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis LOBOS No en voz! ¿Qué eres, un niño de escuela primaria? Pedro. Pedro, por favor, con eso. JAMES It’s all there, Todo. LOBOS Todo. Pedro? ? Si. Now that the business is out of the way, we can eat and enjoy ourselves, eh? How are things? Just fine. JAMES Something you need to know. Hmm? We got hit last night. LOBOS So I heard. Did you catch this man? TOMMY We got him. JAMES He knew who to hit, where and when. So until we know how he got his information, were exposed. LOBOS Oh, so he didnt talk? TOMMY Unfortunately for him. LOBOS Unfortunately for you. You took your men off the street. TOMMY Had to. JAMES No choice. LOBOS Youre losing about $25,000 an hour. Its good to see that you knew enough not to let it affect our pay schedule. When I hired you six months ago to be my New York distributor, you guaranteed me a certain level of professionalism. You told me that the Kings, the Bloods, the DDP, that none of them were worth my time. I believe the exact words were, Theyre gangs. And were a business. Hmm? You also told me that only you could guarantee me a safe and secure pipeline - with no interruptions. TOMMY Come on, Lobos. You know in this business, theres no guarantees. JAMES We have a plan to fix this situation. LOBOS Then you dont have time for lunch. Good afternoon, gentlemen. Anta . Tommy leaves the room and they converse in Spanish]. Translation: LOBOS You know, I checked out. Your name is feared on the streets.. If you get the situation under control you could have your own Cartel one day. Understand. JAMES Yes. LOBOS You live in the country side, take up watercolors while your men take all the risk. You do business two, three days a year. You dont, Ill have to take my business elsewhere. And then, what use will I have for you? JAMES We’ll get it done. LOBOS Yes, you will. JAME Goodbye, boss LOBOS Goodbye Ghost. Call the pilot, we’re not leaving tonight. JAMES Ill go see Ruiz. You get Anibal and Rolla, deal? TOMMY Yeah. JAMES See you tonight. And watch your back. TOMMY You too, motherfucker. Full detail, right? Even the trunk? ? Especially the trunk. TOMMY Good. I hate the smell of blood. ANIBAL Thomas! Where’s ghost? TOMMY He sends his regards ANIBAL You play Dominoes? TOMMY This is not a social visit, Anibal. We got hit last night. ANIBAL My bad, I aint hear that. TOMMY Not a word? ANIBAL Nada. TOMMY Yeah, well, a score like that somebody will brag about. You’ll hear something. Fifty stakes. Seventy-five if you bring him back alive. ANIBAL Means that much to you? If its one of your men, you can kill him yourself. We just want to watch. RUIZ If I knew who ordered it, yeah, theyd be dead already. JAMES What? What? RUIZ We got hit too. My money guy, same as yours. They shot my boy, Angel. They shot himin the back of the head. Had a baby on the way. JAMES Thats fucked up. RUIZ Okay, look. I know, okay, you work with other crews. But we got to dead this.You have to stop this before it goes any further. I could lend you men, extra protection. JAMES Nah, if they know we ride together, I lose trust of the Tainos and Rock Street. RUIZ Can’t trust them anyway JAMES Tommy and I are neutral. Tu sabes eso, papa. Come on. RUIZ Bueno. Maybe theres something else that we could work out. RAINA Its the lead, uncle Tommy. If I get it, itll be like a huge deal. Cause Im only in the fifth grade. TOMMY Im sure you got the best singing voice in the whole place, baby girl. RAINA When are you gonna stop calling me that? Im not the baby anymore. Jasmine is. I was there when you were born. TOMMY Youll always be baby girl to me. ESTELLE To all of us, baby girl. TASHA Tommy, have some more chicken. TOMMY Mmm, oh. Mmm. Thanks, T. TASHA You know, if you meet a girl who can cook, I bet wed never see you again. [ TOMMY Laughs] No way thatll ever happen. I gotta come over here and school Tariq in Call of Duty. TARIQ Yeah, right, uncle Tommy. JAMES Yeah, right. ‘Cause you know youre not supposed to be playing those games anyway. TOMMY Oh, my bad. RAINA Stars for my little star. Keep working hard on that audition. JAMES Hey. RAINA Wait, daddy. Are these real diamonds? JAMES What you think, huh? TASHA If you keep this up, youre gonna spoil her rotten. JAMES And you dont complain when I do it to you. Fix me a plate, okay? Tommy and I gonna talk in the office. We got work to do. ESTELLE Let me see them diamonds, baby girl. JAMES Soldado Nation got hit too. TOMMY No shit. JAMES Ruiz got a full shipment of weapons from his Florida connect last week. Our drivers can have full use till the shit blows over or until we catch the motherfucker. He offered to have his people ride with ours. TOMMY Fuck that. JAMES Fuck that. The guns, though, that could work. I know you dont like it. Police stop a driver carrying recreational weight and some cash, Tommy, thats one thing. But a gun in the car, youre looking at intent to distribute, plus the weapons charge. Kanan got what 15 years? TOMMY You got a better idea? Cause we gotta open up the store or Lobos will move on. Not to mention our people are off the clock, and our customers will find new places to cop. JAMES Lets say we find the motherfucker. And it is one of Anibals people or Rock Street Killahz or whoever.Then what? TOMMY Then its on. Then we take down the whole fucking crew. We show them. We show everybody. You cant fuck with us, like the old days before Kanan went inside. JAMES We were young then. Mobile. I got too much shit going on now to go into hiding. The kids. The club. TOMMY Oh, wait, so now the club dictates what we do with the real business instead of the other way around? And we opened up the laundromats to clean the money. I was fine with that. But then you said, lets open up a nightclub. So we can hide even more.” So I agreed to hide the money. Period. JAMES What if there could be more than that though, man? What if its our retirement plan? TOMMY You mean we grow up, go legit, live happily ever after? Im sor - . Weve been hustling together our whole lives. I love this shit and so do you. Focus up. I say we take Ruiz up on his offer. We put the boys back on the street, and if anyone steps, they light that motherfucker up. Agreed? JAMES Yeah. TOMMY Well go out and get the guns from Ruiz tonight. Ill set it up. Go without me. Take Julio. I gotta handle a few things at the club. You want a place to clean our money long-term, its gotta stay open, right? TOMMY Now thats the motherfucking hustler I know talking. JAMES Ill see you at the club later. Im going now. Gotta make sure everythings settled for tonight. TASHA Cant that new white boy do that? You pay him enough. JAMES Its a business, baby. It needs attention 24/7. TASHA So do I. Ghost, whats up? You and Tommy behind closed doors, you running around with this club. We okay? JAMES When we met, whatd you think I was gonna be? Hmm? TASHA The biggest goddamn drug dealer in New York City. JAMES You never thought about more? TASHA What more? You talking about the club as more? I saw the money you made last night. Thats not more, its less. You are the best at what you do. We have everything. I just want it to stay this way. What? JAMES When you come to the club tonight, you need to look like you own the place, not like you trying to get in for free. Wear that purple dress I got you last month. But, baby, I like this dress. Ill send Shawn back, give you time to change. TASHA Have you seen my husband? GUARD Anybody got eyes on the boss? The boss is prepping the DJ now. Ill take you upstairs. TASHA I know where hell get to me a little sooner. Hey. Mwah. JAMES Whats up? KANTOS The DJ brought backup dancers who are not in the contract. JAMES Well, we got extra spotlights on hand? We could find them. Have the guys put them up. JAMES Angie! ANGELA Jamie JAMES Angela Valdes. How long has it been? ANGELA I dont know. Almost, Jesus, 18 years. JAMES You look the same. ANGELA Well, thats proof weve gotten older. Your eyesights going. JAMES My eyes work just fine. What have you been doing? ANGELA For 18 years? Not sure theres a short answer. Choate, college, law school… JAMES law school? Okay, big-time. ANGELA Stop it. Im still the same round the way girl I always was. JAMES Same girl, huh? Not exactly. I dont remember that dress. ANGELA Well, I dont remember that suit either, uptown. What have you been up to, Jamie? What have you been doing all these years? GUARD Boss, the new DJs gonna start. ANGELA Wait, did he just call you boss? JAMES I own this place. GUARD Kantos said he needs to talk to you now. JAMES All right. Um - Sorry, I gotta - You got a nightclub to run. ANGELA I get it. You deserve this crown we got it sewn up because we own it it was good to see you. ANGELA You too. JAMES Okay. You know what, give me your number. I ain’t gonna let you get away that easy. I’ll call you. ANGELA Okay KANTOS Mrs. St. Patrick, youre not leaving, are you? The new DJ starts in a few minutes, and Im sure the boss wants you to be here. TASHA Shawn, meet me out front. Im leaving. RUIZ Quien es todo? PONCHO Yeah big shipment this time. Esto limpio RUIZ Bueno. NOMAR Were really giving this away for free? RUIZ This time. When we get there, you stay in the car. Me and Poncho will handle the drop. NOMAR I set up the meeting with the guy you asked. RUIZ Good. LILIANA Papi. Can I go to the movies with Rocio and Lara tomorrow after school Be home by dinner, so I can take you to your moms, okay? LILIAN Alright RUIZ Now get inside before you catch a cold LILIAN Okay, Pa. RUIZ Vamonos. Lets go, were late.JAMES Julio tell them to check the guns? TOMMY First thing I said to him. Think it bothers them they dont know who theyre working for? JAMES You think the fry cook at burger king knows the fucking CEO? They wouldnt know that motherfucker if he walked in and asked for extra ketchup. Dont forget. TOMMY One of these people might be the reason Cruz got jumped in the first place. Yeah, well, lets hope he or she is afraid to get shot. JAMES Well know soon enough. TOMMY Our soldiers are strapped now. We should be too. All this shit going on, how am I gonna explain to Tasha I let you run around with no piece? JAMES Lets get em out on the street. Time to make the doughnuts.ANGELA Not bad for 18 years later. Greg. GREG Hey, sleepyhead. You missed our run this morning. When you didnt show up and you didnt answer your cell, I thought maybe something was wrong. ANGELA Shit. Sorry. GREG Got here and you were in the shower, so I thought Id grab breakfast. ANGELA Greg, I thought we said the key was just for emergencies. Which this couldve been. This just feels a little - you dont need to check on me. GREG Come on, Angela, I think most women would be happy to know that someones looking out for them. ANGELA Youre right. Im sorry. You just startled me is all. Thank you. GREG I gotta go. See you later.JAMES Angela Valdes came into the club last night. TOMMY From high school? Wow. Whats that? JAMES Eighteen years. TOMMY Howd she look? JAMES Mm. TOMMY That good, huh? She married now, she got kids? JAMES No ring, didnt say nothing about kids. TOMMY You tell her about yours? JAMES Well, we didnt talk that long. TOMMY Oh, shit. JAMES Whats that supposed to mean? TOMMY What that means is what are you thinking about doing? When that girl moved away, she seriously fucked you up. I was there, remember? JAMES Aw, come on. That was a long time ago. TOMMY Well, Tashas a good woman, man. You aint never fucked around on her before. Why do you want to go sniffing around pussy from high school? JAMES Tommy, first of all, I cant believe you starting some shit about monogamy. You got more bitches than a goddamn pound, but second, I know me and Tasha got a good thing. Im not trying to fuck that up. Its just got me thinking, you know, about the road not traveled, thats all. TOMMY The road not traveled? You are a rich, successful motherfucker. What more do you want? JAMES I want to see how Angela turned out. TOMMY No, you already saw how she turned out. Anything else is just you trying to heal wounds from childhood. JAMES You gotta stop watching that Dr. Phil shit. TOMMY That man knows what hes talking about. JAMES Shut up. TOMMY Sit down. You shut up. JAMES No, shut up. So long, motherfucker. TOMMY You didnt ask about that thing we did the other night. JAMES You clean it up like I said? Then there aint nothing to ask about. What, you think I forgot? TOMMY Yeah, I do. JAMES Get the fuck out of here. LAKEISHA Can I borrow this? TASHA No way, girl. Thats new. But the Gucci, you can have that. LAKEISHA Damn, girl. Ghost keeps you laced. Yo, I dont care. Ill take your hand-me-downs as long as youre giving them out. So this is what happily ever after looks like. You hit the lottery, girl. Niggas aint getting married like that, and certainly not rich niggas. TASHA He wasnt rich when I met him. Hmm. You know, Keisha, clothes and bags are nice, but there are some things about ghost you cant see. LAKEISHA You dont gotta play modest with me, Tasha. TASHA Im not playing modest. LAKEISHA Im not gonna die of jealousy over here, especially if youre through with these boots. Hold up, what size you wear again? You know I dont get all this European shit. TASHA Hey, baby. JAMES You out shopping with Lakeisha yet? TASHA Were still at the house. JAMES Good. I got something in the oven I need you to take out the oven. Tasha, you heard me? I need you to take it out before it burns. TASHA Yes, Im on it. JAMES Yeah. TASHA Thank you, baby. Okay, Ill see you tonight. What was that? He left me some extra money to go shopping. Ill just go get it. Ill be right back. LAKEISHA You see what I mean? You hit the motherfucking lottery. Damn.ANGELA Hello? JAMES Angela. ANGELA -Jamie? JAMES You surprised I called? I told you I wasnt gonna let you get away again, and I meant it. Come have lunch with me. ANGELA I cant. I have a presentation in front of my whole office today. JAMES Yeah, and if I know you, youve been studying on that shit for weeks. JAMES Come on, girl. You gotta eat. ANGELA Where?LOBOS Are you sure this is the place? JAVIER Yes, his man said he would be here. LOBOS You can’t afford another mistake Javier. As it is, you’re lucky you have another other…Talents. Excuse me. You are Carlos “Vibora” Ruiz RUIZ Felipe Lobos I thought you were a bedtime story. LOBOS Aren’t you a cliché RUIZ You said you are having problems with your current distributors LOBOS He is not as reliable as I was led to believe. RUIZ So you call Puerto Ricans? You’re the first Mexican I’ve known to do that. Forgive my surprise. LOBOS I do business with niggers. At least you and I speak the same language. I don’t care who your mother fucked. I want to make money. RUIZ Bueno. Should we make business then? LOBOS Bueno.ANGELA New Yorks so different now. Citi bikes, no cars in Times Square. White people living uptown. JAMES You been gone a minute. ANGELA Mm. You finally got your nightclub. Your dad wouldve been proud. JAMES I told you about my fathers nightclub? He lost the place before we met. I didnt remember I told you that. ANGELA I think we told each other everything back then. JAMES Hmm. ANGELA The last time we had lunch, Im pretty sure there was no linen tablecloths. JAMES I dont think we had chairs. JAMES We grabbed a slice at the counter at Rays on Sutphin. ANGELA You kept refilling your coke. The manager was giving you that evil-ass look. You kept going. JAMES The sign said, free refills. I was trying to get you to stay longer. ANGELA I almost missed my train. JAMES That was the idea. That was the idea. ANGELA Choate was the opportunity of a lifetime. But that doesnt mean it was easy to go. Jamie, Im sorry. Im sorry I left the way I did. ANGELA Your parents made you go. JAMES But I didnt fight them. You said youd be back for Christmas. ANGELA My family moved to Sunnyside after I left. JAMES I had the same number. But you were just Gone. And then when my pops died, I thought then, at least, you would reach out. ANGELA I shouldve been there for you. But I just knew that if I called, if I heard your voice, I would go back. I wouldve dropped everything for you. Everything my parents worked for, everything Id worked for So I made a choice. JAMES I wouldnt have asked you to come back. You didnt belong in the hood. ANGELA Neither did you. JAMES Ah. ANGELA But now were both out, just like we always planned. JAMES Not exactly how we planned. ANGELA Oh, shit. JAMES What? ANGELA I gotta go. JAMES Now? ANGELA I gotta get back to the office. JAMES All right. ANGELA Thanks for lunch. JAMES Mm-hmm. ANGELA Mmm. Hey…you still remember the Spanish I taught you JAMES Un poquito. Chinchi ANGELA Bye. JAMES When can we do this again? ANGELA Ill call you.TOMMY Dont fill out the total. KANTOS Why not? TOMMY Im gonna confirm your count at the bank. Ill take that. KANTOS Every club Ive ever managed, I always do the deposit. TOMMY Theres a first time for everything. Deposit slip? KANTOS I already signed it. Want a fresh one? TOMMY Nah, Im sure yours will turn out fine. Look, we hired you for your contacts, not your reputation. KANTOS Hey, about that boss never told me how you found out about that. TOMMY None of your fucking business how we know. As long as you work for us, this is how it goes. We dont have a problem, do we? KANTOS No, we dont.FRANKIE Was just about to send out a search party for you. Youre never late. ANGELA I know. Sorry. Lunch ran long. Frankie, I know you went out on a limb for me. Im not gonna blow it. FRANKIE If you do, its both our asses. SAXE Congrats on the promotion, Valdes. ANGELA Thanks, Saxe. Youre on this now? GREAG Just got assigned. If I request reassignment, theyre gonna ask why. FRANKIE Im Francesca Lavarro, chief of criminal division along with my deputy, A.U.S.A. Angela Valdes. Ill be leading this task force. Our goal is the prosecution of one of the most notorious drug traffickers in our hemisphere, Mexican national Felipe Lobos. Loboss brutality and vicious nature are well documented. For everyones safety, please remember the task force is top secret. And no one, not even your families, can know the name of the target of this investigation. Agent medina, can you please bring everybody up to speed on Loboss movements in New York this week? MEDINA Lobos landed at Teterboro airport on Tuesday. Once a year, he comes to New York to meet with his banker and his American attorneys. Now, he did make those meetings, but I followed him to a third, to meet this man Carlos Vibora Ruiz. Leader of the due loco set of the Soldado Nation Gang. We learned that, one, Lobos has one single distributor for his product in New York City. Two, hes not entirely happy with his distributor. And three, soldado nation and Ruiz are too low-rent for Lobos. Theyre not organized enough to distribute his product. And he was not shy in telling Mr. Ruiz he did not give a fuck! ANGELA We have permission from the Mexican government to detain and prosecute Mr. Lobos if we can build a compelling case against him. FRANKIE We cant touch him unless we know we can put him in jail. ANGELA Who can give us the names, places, and dates we need to convict Lobos? His New York distributor. Unfortunately we have no idea who that is. We do have a profile of the type of criminal were looking for. Hes a highly organized individual with an established network in place. He already knows how to move money through the system, is violent enough to control his territory, but still has something to lose something Lobos can threaten to keep him in line. So why is Lobos looking to replace him? What couldve gone wrong? There must be some element out of his control. Whatever the reason, this problem between Lobos and his local guy is exactly what we need to exploit, because the man were looking for is in grave danger from Lobos and from us. We can give him a way out, but only if he decides to take it. JAMES Tommy, whats up? Im on my way.

News report Reporter: Police search for clues on the Q 111 bus where two people were shot, one fatally Witness 1: You heard like a few shots ring out and uh, you know by living in the neighborhood familiar with those sounds. We knew it was gunshots, so automatically you know we started taking cover because we didnt know or establish where they were coming from Reporter: Police say it all started in South Jamaica about two and a half miles away From the shooting on the bus at Jamaica station Witness 2: I was trying to get away from the area, after the first shot, it was very traumatizing to me like Ive seen this happen a lot of times and didnt want to be involved. I Didnt want to be that person that get a stray bullet or nothing like that Reporter: Police Arrested a 34 year old man, they believe he is responsible for both shooting Incidents. They also recovered a handgun. He was arrested not far from here near Jamaica station in Jamaica, Queens. Zach Fink Ny1 50 cent: Its the big 10, its been 10 years since 50 cent is the future Im tired as a motherfucker What you want me to be Ive tried to see Yeah bitch I got my second wind You could pretend I aint the shit Im guilty, Im guilty Yeah Im filthy fucking rich Im strapped your honor New mac, my armor Point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona New version of Dahmer Pussy eating Piranha My tongue touch your flesh Your bitches say Im the best The crackers say Im racial Wait a cotton-picking minute Now Im racial Cause I done put cotton-picking in it Put a knot on your fucking head Yeah thatll happen first Ill put a dot on your fucking head Youll end up in a hearse They say I play mind games Warrior mind frame These bitch niggas always forget to say my name Go ahead, I want you to You fraud, Im on to you Im so strategic you wouldnt believe it And they know, everytime I come around Pit stop and they tend to quiet down Cause they know about me My nine got an extended clip on it My tech got all kind of shit on it M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it Night vision through the sight when I grip on it My nine got an extended clip on it My tech got all kind of shit on it My pound got a body on it body on it My man put a body on it body on it I read a blog They said I aint got it I still got it Oh lord! Look whose gonna meet the edge of my sword Im taking off now bitch All aboard If you want to ride fuck it lets ride It seems like principle livings starting to fade Even is a gangstas life, niggas is snakes No loyalty, rats ratting on members of the game Funny they were family before the pigs came My nine got an extended clip on it My tech got all kind of shit on it M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it Night vision through the sight when I grip on it My nine got an extended clip on it My tech got all kind of shit on it My pound got a body on it body on it My man put a body on it body on it Yeah, this right here one marks the decade of hot shit If a nigga say I fell off all I want you to do is ask him when What they gonna say, what the Curtis album? Okay so number ones not good enough I gave you Ayo Technology that was number one I get money, that wasnt hot So tell me when I fell off Yeah, when I gave you motherfuckers what you asked for With before I self destruct You looked at me and was like We cool fif You know why? Cause I won too much in front of you niggas Thats why Its alright go out take a break come back So hot you cant deny it Its your boy 50 This one right here is for the haters for real I want you to eat a dick Dont suck a dick, eat a dick Chew it. haha

Oh, Oh G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit Nigga Haha You say youre ready, youre not ready We dont shoot no one-on-ones Niggasll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon scream like a bitch In your dreams it dont feel How it feels when youre hit Mama baby boy is a killa Aint it funny how them guns get to pop for the scrilla? Four bodies at nineteen, man, I love that little nigga For five grand, niggasll air the strip out For ten grand, niggasll run up in your house Have you ass tryna talk with a gun up in your mouth New York has taught niggas to get money down south But get knocked in a commonwealth state, your ass out Fuck the captain, fuck the sarge Fuck that kingpin charge, bitch You say youre ready, youre not ready We dont shoot no one-on-ones Niggasll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon scream like a bitch In your dreams it dont feel How it feels when youre hit When my warriors come out and play, Im Osirus I eat, sleep, shit and catch niggaritis And beat niggas down like the turtles on Rikers Im a cheap-ass connect with some high-ass prices I been totin four-fours and MAC-10s Since Tim Dog was on Ron G 10 Im the nigga on the strip that make friends relapse Im the nigga on the strip thats a walking G pack You say youre ready, youre not ready We dont shoot no one-on-ones Niggasll clap you or rat pack you Either way, your ass is done When them shells hit you and they split you You gon scream like a bitch In your dreams it dont feel How it feels when youre hit I dont bash woman, but Ill throw a bitch in a sleeper I been this way since Rakim was kicking a speaker You can fly on holidays like Christmas and Easter You only wear yellow ice if you piss in the freezer Ill put your partner in a case for barkin off of base You suppose to be getting money, shake that carpet off your face Im in the place, top runner in the race Nike fanatic, spent spring-summer winnin rings Look what happened to Ma$e, I hope you see them same light as him My tape pound from me, put you on tubes and vitamins I mightve been slumped in the G5 drunk and Thumpin The Chronic one, ridin with the trunk shakin Im on the run from a marriage, the ring with the carats Im done with the average, give me someone established Im performing if they come with the karats These bitches want my son in their carriage But want em feelin dumb and embarrassed, bitch Bummy-ass niggas None of yall fucking with us, man G-Unit Hottest niggas out in the streets right now Tell them niggas Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo The General, 50 Cent, nigga Go ahead and scream my name, nigga Go ahead, say something So I can fuck you up

Yo LA niggas are the rowdy niggas New Orleans niggas is rowdy nigga D.C. niggas is some rowdy niggas New York Niggas is the fucking wildest nigga Yo, your man could have ran when I robbed him but he froze Son I aint even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she chose Now you heartbroke, thats what you get for lovin them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, its like a stickup kid Runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit A bad bitch that wont blow dick Its like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murda any mic device, for the right price, Im nice I only say things once, never twice, dont fuck with me St. Louis niggas is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggas is bout it bout it 50 cent aint gonna kill ya nigga, dont get doubted Got your gun, well dont leave home without it Them Memphis ballas is rowdy rowdy Them -town cats is bout it bout it Theyll kill you and act like they dont know shit about it Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back I bet niggas will stand around sayin Damn who did that? Im the type nigga to dare you to touch the Im the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress your girl gently in back of the Bentley You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch lampin I plan to take over New York and start expandin Was Bob Marley singin about tecs when he sung Im Jammin Nigga fuck with my cash and Imma blast yo ass Smash the Glock out the stash in the dash an Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots Imma find yo ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I aint playin with you, I want my money motherfucker The VA cats is rowdy rowdy Them Carolina niggas is rowdy rowdy If they say they gon kill you nigga, dont you doubt it Got your , well dont leave home without it Them ballas out in Philly is rowdy rowdy Them Oakland cats is rowdy rowdy Theyll body you and act like they know nothing about it Leave your body somewhere where no nobody can find it Yo, some nigga just shot the block up, god He had the same shit you got on, dog I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard? I run with niggas that spray and strip and say that shit You wont let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot Im that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry niggas with me straight from the street These industry cats are startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggas live in section eight in public housing They murder you and keep shit low cause niggas heard of you Them B-More cats is rowdy rowdy Them Detroit ballas is rowdy rowdy If they say they gon wet you boy, dont you doubt it Got your gun, well dont leave home without it Them ballas in Miami is rowdy rowdy Them Oakland cats is rowdy rowdy Theyll body you and act like they know nothing about it Leave your body somewhere where no nobody can find it Them Jersey cats is rowdy rowdy Them Boston ballas is rowdy rowdy If they say they gon wet you boy, dont you doubt it Got your gun, well dont leave home without it Rowdy rowdy! Bout it bout it

Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got? Fifty! Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Its Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not I got a gambling problem I bet you niggas Imma be back bustin But you wont notice me when that gat dumpin, you wan bet? I lost money when I bet on Roy Won money when I bet on Floyd, Im the one that bet on boy Undefeated, eyes low like Im weeded I bet you niggas think I wont be number one again I raise the stakes, you know why I put mo on the line Its showtime Im goin for my mine, you can bet that I bet that tech jam before that mac I bet that dope go before that crack, I bet my money stack I bet yo bitch wanna roll with 50 I bet if I said Im going to the hotel shed go with me I bet you really love her man you think she wouldnt come She got your pussy wooped, her head game, it got you sprung Im taking all bets, through all sets I be a bookie That have to be ten percent off the top, fucking rookies Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got? Fifty! Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Its Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not Fifty! Ohhhh! I wanna bet yall niggas, it aint gon be The old niggas like me! Trust me, I came up hard! All you gotta do is go through my hood Southside, niggas like me all up and down there On the corners, in the penitentiary, they from southside Yeah, they aint on the top of the charts They dont know the formula, they aint on the hot 500 They like me! Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Take some Big and some Pac and mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, what the fuck do you got? Fifty! Big and, Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Mix them up in a pot, mix them up in a pot Its Big and some pac and you mix em up and you got Juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not

Its the same shit, feel like a nigga having flashbacks I might have crack in my ass crack Back to that rubber handle, 38. special vandal Play Godfather, bitch, you be dead like Marlon Brando These bars hit harder than hard times My flow’ll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine I’ll bring a bitch, you bring a bitch, lets switch I’mma swing, hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers Penitentiary style, big monster swag Bitch, I got so many tricks make me go in my bag Yeah, niggas keep saying I’m back, it’s a fact Ya shaking like ya ass got parkinsons, relax Confused, acting like a white boy bored Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard Nigga, why the fuck ya pants so tight? You tryna show niggas your ass, your alternative life I’m hungry like I aint ate, I lost weight On a highway its worth more outta state I’m raw like Cypress, I could just kill a man Blow from Mexico’s cartels per kilograms They love me then hate me then love me again Bitch, I don’t pretend, pussy, I aint your friend I done told you over and over again You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it I going green, emeralds and my watch face drippin Nigga aint no safe safe when I start trippin I might call my next LP Death of the Weirdo I’m high, check my altitude, I’m lounging in the Lear home Feel a buzz, a little Kool-Aid and Codeine I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing It aint safe in the war, the war I’m playing my shark tank On the trip to the mall, made your bitch ass plank I done touched more pussy than maxipads Now Detox can be your little rap rehab Bitch, just a second visit from the repo man And you can’t afford your monthlys, I mean goddamn Nigga, you aint worth your shoes you standing in When I party I bring a bitch to bring the cannon in You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot It’s been a while so I’m guessing you mustve forgot Once again you forget, aint this some shit You forgot about me, bitch, I wrote your hits You know How We Do, Hate It or Love It And nigga fuck it I’m special, thats why your ass say my verse

Niggas, niggas copied my style, Russ Thats why I had to switch up on em Know what I mean? Mad niggas sounding like me I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop Im on the low now, I got the four pound In case a motherfucker got to get shot The only time is coming, slow down See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot Ds will shut your block down, after youre shot down We gonna come through and set up shop You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now How I change shit, re-arrange shit See for you, dawg, this is new shit Im from Southside, nigga we do this They say Im grimey, its hard to find me When the sun lighten up the sky Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me Go ahead nigga, I dare you to try, fuck that nigga We moving on up Yeah, we gettin that dough for sure, we moving on up Youll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin that dough for sure, we moving on up Youll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? Im bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now You know you eating niggas, you should be dead now I hold a Glock down, I gotta drop now Nigga Im eating, you know I aint gone stop now One more trip, one more flip I move a truckload, nigga, not one brick They make me so sick, fucking sick to my stomach You niggas talk shit, but they know that I want it My cliques so sick, niggas know how we on it Light up more shit, the car there when we on it I spit a gem star, get your name carved into neck Have my little homies run up on your ass with the Tec Yeah, I stunt in the Vette, got stash in the Vette I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet Im oh so fresh, so motherfucking clean 24 inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene We moving on up Yeah, we gettin that dough for sure, we moving on up Youll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin that dough for sure, we moving on up Youll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? Been smoking that dip The PCP got them thinking they can walk on water That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard Trying to fuck your daughter The LSD will have niggas running round Trying to kill you for us Smoking that piff, sipping that yak Talking that shit, loading that strap We moving on up Yeah, we gettin that dough for sure, we moving on up Youll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what? We moving on up Yeah, we gettin that dough for sure, we moving on up Youll get chromed up Cash is flow for sure, the dough, nigga you know what?

I made my flow up at the corner store Mad niggas rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred bitches last year, just bagged a hundred more They hating but everything that goes comes back Sticky green fun pack, jewelry make me hump-back Back packers want that and they aint bout the diamond shit Goon gone commercial, who the fuck you think you rhyming with I got the drama, kid, and my Obama whip Bitches running up on my stage, Lil Mama shit Ugh, lil mama thick, and my time is slim Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in Im getting to the dough, Louie on my foot Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second And my hearts so cold, man I dont trust a soul It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second They crown me with the punch hat, who better? I hit red skins, smoke green, and spit blue pepper Benz blue leather, jet cool weather Cool meaning hot, so I don’t need the top Calm down, breath and stop Start and I’mma skip your pulse Miss my life’s the shit Calamari, shrimp, and boats C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast I’mma suits em up, well I probably aint gotta lift my toes I shut my doors on ‘em like Jehovas witness I done made it to the top like I said, I told you bitches They don’t really want me they just want my riches So motherfuck them all: friends, cousins, and sisters I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars Then I’m in your ear, in her ear, amping a menage Nigga done made the money, but never knew how it felt In a hundred pair of pants, thats a hundred different belts Stress kills, chronic helps, pussy just for the moment Balling like a Hornet, see I get it, I want it Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost You can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won Tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son Big talks just talk, I let my money bark Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start Go, cause I don’t feel a single drop of pressure No, eagle strap a foreign guap collector He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape x

G-Unit haha I dont know where you from but out here we ride So if you scared of conflict, dont come outside Or learn how to ride, get your hands on a gun Cause aint no one gonna respect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1 Im hear talkin to the street now Thats only gonna lead to bullet wounds and beatdowns, retreat clown You still strugglin down to your last rock G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchilds the mascot You thought you wouldnt hear my voice Im in the hood cause Im hood You in the hood cause you aint got no choice Your top seller gettin sticked for his shine Either Im blind, or Ashantis sideburns is thicker than mine Im youngest in charge with my dick in a dime Grippin the nine, sippin that lime Bacardi in a party, you sorry Im blowin wet green right out the safari Thatll put you in a left lean higher than a marley And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste She look like she took a bag of flour in the face You want street credibility instead of Ima sting you Cmon Ja, you put a fuckin crackhead on your single What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground My cousin bringin back them blueberry bags, Ive been waiting all day On them shelltops that got Jam Master Jay on them I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole Tongues longer than the ones on your Filas Shes buys anything I desire, prolly cause Im on fire The 2003 McGwire, until I retire My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk Cross overed to crack, now they cant even jump I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face Im in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates I got enough sixteens to battle two states Im in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit Baguettes in the bracelet, expect nothing basic Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement Ill have them try to find where the rest of your face is What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground The hoes know Im lazy as hell, thats why I get the bitch to twist Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts Yeah, you laughing and dancing til they stick you And have you holdin your chest like Im singing the National Anthem Have your worried bout the repercussions after the tantrum Ill be alone in a mansion, and its snowing in the Hamptons Regardless of what these fools say, Ima be around longer than Cool J Armed with a new K So dumb in a new way, If I dont fuck Monday, Im gone hit it Tuesday My charm get it usually You put a lot of years into rap, these lil starvin chumps Start your career from the back of a milk carton Your gassed up from whatever he mustve told ya But everything in Army fatigues aint a soldier In my upbring we wore the same socks And buckets in the living room to catch the raindrops What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around I suggest you run when you see the pound Or get laid the fuck out on the ground Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga...

You can hum all you want to Cum all you want to But I aint gon want you If nobody wants you You like the smiles n the dimples on my face BITCH thats a bullet wound I aint MASE! 50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin tonight I got some dro, got some henny We can go and get right I aint never been arrested for nothing domestic But I aint gon lie Ill punch a bitch in the eye Look, dont play games with me baby The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP! I dont wanna make love I just wanna fuck Im only in town tonight If you give me some head Tony, give you some head Aight Cause I aint giving you no head, bitch Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though Nada Mean Thats why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha Alright now, Sha lets get to some hard shit! If I make it to heaven Ill probably be in the bitch lonely Walk around saying, Everybody in hell know me You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggas my homies You probably thinking how he get there That nigga my co-d The weather in hell is kinda hot You know like the block I heard it really burns Homie, you know like a shot Thats alright for me shit Cause Im in the drop Drive around heavy Tryna find BIG and PAC Niggas think when they die All they problems stop You die in jail, and wake up in hell Still on lock Imagine if you stole something and you got shot Wake up holdin your head, still shot Niggas don died of AIDS You know the dirty dick Wake up in hell horny Finna fuck the same bitch DAMN Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH The only nigga hotter than me Dead already nigga I know what you thinkin You thinkin thats it Yeah nigga lets just keep it short and sweet You know!

I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge Gave her street smarts, shit you cant get in college Shes a reflection of me so you know she the shit If Im a star she a star, if Im rich she rich Thats my dog I tell her stay she wanna go, I tell her go she wanna stay Thats my dog You know a bitch dont usually mean nothing to me, thats right But thats my dog I go left, she go right, I go up, she go down She couldnt listen that, she aint around So ungrateful screaming I hate you She must got amnesia, bitch I made you Now just think, just think that couldve been you Just think, that shouldve been you Yeah, with me, I share the world with you But you aint ride with a rider so I aint fucking with you Say, say, say girl, come here, no, you, no, her, yeah, you, go The reason you didnt get dick Because you got your nose up your ass like your smelling your shit But tonight you met your match Cause I be smelling my shit too, now how you like that? You couldve had this dude and anything you choose And now girl you lose cause I aint fucking with ya Shopping sprees, drop top hair blowing in the wind Living lavish, instead its your girlfriend But you tripping while we sipping In the back of the club big tipping She say it hurts when you supposed to win then you lose You were supposed to be sure, baby, you was confused I had a thing for you, I had a ring for you House, cars, kids and a pet name for you Pussycat, told you Id make it, you aint believe I guess cause coming up was hard it was easy to leave Now think about it, maybe Im right, maybe Im wrong Either way shorty, life goes on When you around, my smiles a grin, my thoughts are a sin You ask me can we try again, I aint fucking with you Its on, the club jumping, Im trying get my liquor and You wanna suck the dick again, Im staring at your thicker friends I guess Im like Will Smith in Pursuit of Happyness In my hood, we all hustle and in pursuit of the same shit Now just think, just think, that couldve been you Now just think that shouldve been you with me I share the world with you But you aint ride with a rider, so I aint fucking with you Say, say, say girl, come here, no, you, no, her, yeah, you, go The reason you didnt get dick Because you got your nose up your ass like your smelling your shit But tonight you met your match Cause I be smelling my shit too, now how you like that? You couldve had this dude and anything you choose And now girl you lose cause I aint fucking with ya Shopping sprees, drop top hair blowing in the wind Living lavish, instead its your girlfriend And it aint no other way to put it except I know you understand it girl, its so But you see us in the back of the club Popping bottles and it couldve been you, but nope Said it couldve been - couldve been you, yeah Said it couldve been - couldve been you

Yeah! Its 50! She got a habit man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose See in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil bit And its on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop Thats foul, but fuck it its all hood to me Now Hollywoods been real real good to me Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just aint shit In the whip she gives CPR to my dick You losin em baby, get em up quick This role play Im really gettin into this shit In the telly on all fours Im ridin that horse Screamin WOO HA!!! till my voice is lost Call me 50 call me daddy you can call me the boss My dick XXL - you can call me The Source You can lie bout my performance and give bad reviews A quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused Dont listen to the gossip, its never ever true They say I do things that I never ever do On the radio, they say me and you a item Nas fall in love with hoes, me I just like em I cant be your man, Paris head games great And Eves usin dildos on her sex tape Ashantis lil ass butt naked in the truck These bitches is poppin off, why would I tie myself up? At the Super Bowl Janet Jackson showed me a tit Other niggas saw it but I felt like she showed me it Times is hard in the yard, baby, this is real shit My record sales slow, Im a show you my dick Bridge: Wait a minute baby hold on, Im just tryin to fix the camera You know, relax, ha ha h, Im comin, yeah Its on you got the water in the tub Wanna get in the tub, ha ha ha ha Chorus: She got a habit man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose She in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the flow Just a touch, a blow, a lil bit, and its on

I met her in the club Then i said wassup I took her to the crib And you know I fucked And toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it Toot it and boot it Thats why I toot it and boot it Whoaaa ohhhh x3 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 dont Touch we got an open relationship So i fuck with whoever i wanna fuck with Champagne pop The party it dont stop After the after party better ask Somebody than its back to the crib This the way i live She toot it then i boot it I chew a muthafucker chick, she know how i get down 2Pac i get around Give me California love right at back of my truck Haha She got a booty Yea, she got a booty booty She got a booty Yea she got a booty I think ill get like ask her for number Cause she know i got a girlfriend So i don´t even trust her Owww stacks on deck you know I got em gotta, gotta stay protected Pocket full of condoms I got a truck to take her back to the house Then i, then i beat it beat it up On the couch cause i can make it rain Baby money ain´t a thing Don´t bring your boyfriend to The club if your lame I think he go make you pay Im Mr. Young gangsta with a whole bunch Of swag i see girl in a cloud, with a whole Bunch of... ...go back to the pad And Nasty in a back Than i kicked her laugh hahahahh My nephew YG said Uncle Snoop Dogg I got a pack of broads and im Trying to hit them all Kick em out and hit them all Bounce till you ball, roll with the dog Blow my house till you fall Come a who, im a do im who Girl, im an icon Hit you in the dark with no light on With my ice on, put my Nikes on Now i´m soaring, pouring Made in America but im so pouring Lawin, miss me, hug me, dress me, love me, finess me Its best we keep it on the slide on my CM Throwing up the EAN B, C she with me I toot it and boot it Im suited then sootit Properly executed in front of Beauty, like Kobe you know me Im gooter than Luda always gonna shot

G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit 50 Cent, nigga , Tony Yayo Whoo Kid Yeah, and you dont stop I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin block Yeah, and it dont quit Its G-Unit in your motherfuckin ass, bitch Yeah, and it dont stop I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin block Yeah, and it dont quit Its G-Unit in your motherfuckin ass, bitch They say good things should happen to those who wait But Im stuck in the game, still slingin weight You know that eggshell white, that tan and the brown For a XL6 or a seven four pound Suede seats is hot, but Italian leather is better And with cameras in the mirror, nigga, the cars costs cheddar Im on first class flights with flyin cooks Cause my verse sound nice when they fly in hooks Now Im blowing weed, oh, in Beverly Hills With some bad freak hoes in the Montreal Next year its the new Hummer, stash box with the llama I drive through in the blue gator bomber Heaven or Hellll prevail when Im a goner Cause I eat up tracks like Hannibal and Dahmer Im the first one out and last one on the corner Cause life is a hustle, any day you be a goner P89 Ruger with the silencer Let off a clip it sound like spitballs goin through straws We got plenty of ratchets but not on sale We even got Dillingers that hold shotgun shells These rappers is talkin bout bricks in they rhymes You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes I do not respect it, my work is never watered down So on the first I get mo checks than NikeTown Slingin thirty-one bunnies, I been on the block Since niggas did The Snake, Running Man and The Wop When I was fifteen, I aint want no workin papers I played the strip all night, servin niggas Listen, nigga, we live like Italians in jail I got COs bringin cell phones to my cell Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you Fill your ass up with lead, turn yo ass to a pencil I jump out with the Ruger rapid-fire I had you on the run like Omar on The Wire Im the only rapper you know that stay on the run Im the only rapper you know that stay with a gun Im a hustler OGs love to hate Cause I got old school money put away in a safe You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at Or catch me in Cali in a Hollywood throwback Im a bail jumper, you know, a fishscale pumper Fuck Judge Wong, he wont catch me on the corner Nigga. pay more tax, homie, you owe me You wanna rap, we can battle for your see-through Rollie I be in Em mansion strippin them models His bathrooms so far you gotta piss in a bottle Theres too many indians and not enough chiefs Why you buy all the guns if you aint got enough beef? The shit I spitll cause a all-out riot And my new four-fifthll cause a hollow tip diet Im the type to tie up your lady, then gun butt your baby Im like the mob, nigga, fuck you, pay me Ima hide my assets and disappear Make a quick twenty mill and vanish in thin air Ive finished my work, now its time to cop And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot I need twelve twelves and fifty-eight fifty-eights Cause I got eight sales and they all gon wait, motherfucker Yeah, and you dont stop I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin block Yeah, and it dont quit Its G-Unit in your motherfuckin ass, bitch Yeah, and it dont stop I do a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin block Yeah, and it dont quit Its G-Unit in your motherfuckin ass, bitch, yeah Haha, Whoo Kid

Yo daddy, these niggas aint hood, drop that shit So what I grew up with them niggas, i aint stuck with them niggas We from the same hood but I dont fuck with them niggas Shit pop off, I touch one of them niggas Cut one of them niggas, buck one of them niggas Beg For Mercy, number four, Im so hood First LP, ten-million sold, Im so good I thought niggas would love to see me shine But its making them sick to see me getting mine Got that Benz, got that Bentley, and that new Bugatti Got that Range, Aston Martin, and that new Ferrari If its making you sick to see me blow Im sorry Dude we used to be cool, but I aint stuck with you nigga I grew up with you nigga, but I dont fuck with you nigga Got shot in the back then turned around and got shot in the eye You aint gonna shoot back lay down and die Theres a message in my music, can you hear it Kai? Your mans never gonna blow and youre the reason why Its disease infested when I spit it any nigga can get it Fuck the fronting and the rhymes that assll get flat-lined Cant we all just get along? we used to be friends Nah, fuck that, man we used to pretend These niggas is comedians, I thought I was type funny Five called telling niggas, mutt need bail money On some real shit, would you bail a nigga out son, that knew niggas was trying to kill you and wouldnt let you hold a gun Think about it Hahaha Regardless of what you done heard or hearing Fuck all the comparing I dare them to come anywhere near him They want someone famous to pout with so I walk around with my gun like it came with the outfit I dont really like to toot my own horn but beep, click clack, blat, go to sleep We all know since you was in the class with Legos, youd grow up to be as soft as mash potatoes Your man gonna make me throw this nigga towards the window and put his ass in the air like the Jordan symbol All my diamonds are colored, I Fruity Pebbled the right hand, fifty-five grand on the bezel from Ice Man They want to give your boy the 40 cal and nina so I stay on my toes like a ballerina Im starving nigga, the only one that can cut me and get away with it is my barber, nigga Cause Ill revolve a nigga, take a piece of your head Youll have more room in your hat than a Harlem nigga And now most of these subliminal raps be coming from the same niggas backstage giving you daps Like, yo banks you hot and everybody says it and I think itd be real big if we could do a record But now Im on some other shit Like I aint fucking with none of you niggas on a record unless you my brother shit Im an intelligent man and my elegant band got more colors than elephant man Since hell is at-hand I mine as well expand hand over my can Tan all over the lamb, lamb all over the sand The sun all over the beach, your eyes all over my bitch Her eyes all on your moves incase one of them switch If you dont learn to relax and swallow steam, therell be more shells in the grass than halloween

Yeah, lets take em back Uh huh I need a Real Love, Mary, holla at me if you need a real thug We could ride through Compton and see real Bloods Real Crips and Imma always hold you down, thats real shit Im the Los Angeles king and You Remind Me of Mary, the R&B queen I got the 411, whats crackin What I owe you for helpin me go four times Platinum I add a kid to My Life, hes almost two I guess what Im tryin to say is thank you For over ten years of the ghetto gospel Youve paved the way for young black women to prosper How you paint pictures you deserve Grammys and Oscars Congratulations for me, Aftermath, and the Doctor So niggas go head and envy me Im Billboards Top 10 featuring M.J.B When you learn 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 All of 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, homey until my heart stop) Go head and 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, homey until my heart stop) Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me And I came and Shared My World But at that point I was just a foolish girl Tryin to find my way And I dropped a Mary album and people would say 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 It was when Aaliyah died, I couldnt hardly sleep Thought about it every day And it made me change my ways Im a real woman, now because of all of these days (Hate it or love it the underdogs on top And Im gon shine, homey until my heart stop) Go head and 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, homey until my heart stop) Go head and 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 You dont have to worry All Night Long Im Goin Down Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dahh Do-do-do-do-do-dahh Reminisce on the love we had You Are Everything Love Without A Limit What are 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, homey until my heart stop) Go head and 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, homey until my heart stop) Go head and 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, homey until my heart stop) Go head and 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, homey until my heart stop) Go head and envy me, Im a soul hip-hop queen And I aint goin nowhere but you already know me + Right now, I just wanna thank Dr. Dre And The Game for pickin such a hot record, I thank yall Shout out to Cool & Dre For makin a track...THIS HOT! WHOO!

Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready I dont know If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already Now here we go 50, lefty, no gun in my right palm Bronx niggas love me, like they think our mics on These rap niggas not like me, they too soft Get shot down, I get up, shakin shit off You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops Real niggas snatch Glocks, and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and Glocks in palm Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song I wont hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you You dont want to bump heads with me, and get hit up You, you aint got what it takes to fuckin get up Holla niggas names on records, that shit is played out But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy I dont know If I should stunt for these hoes again, cause I did that already Now here we go I dont give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot Ill celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP Ive been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front Back when Jordan was flyin, and Ewing could dunk Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin the shrimp then Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King Im runnin from a digital Munster I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster My name is poppin, and I aint been at it long My necks 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb Im the best thing to happen to hip hop Since Life After Death and that 2Pac shit drop Im even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our watch dont tick tock Im cleanin out my 6 shot, watchin the Knicks flop Damn near the whole day I’m passing the green Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream Im your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers The uzi will have you shakin like them G-Dep dancers beat stops What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?

Shawty say she straight, cant wait till tonight to turn her out babe Take her to a different world, get her baby girl Ill pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you aint gotta pay Take her ass downtown, in my Bentley drop top show her all around Later when we get back we can show her how we live Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib Your so sweet come see me, Im gonna give you what you need You can be my bitch You can be my bitch You can be my bitch You can be my bitch Im gonna take you to the spot jump on top Im gonna give you everything that I got You can be my bitch You can be my bitch You can be my bitch You can be my bitch My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing Why would I complain shes everything to me man We match together perfect isnt this amazing isnt this amazing Back massage minaj they turned on Im hard Great sex latex Im playing my part Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking Until its damn near breaking I can tell you from the get go So you know how this shit go This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental Im about to break it down all the freaky shit we into If your not into her your into me and well still get u Right when we get to the crib step right in Boy you know what they say You can be my bitch Your so sweet come see me, Im gonna give you what you need You can be my bitch You can be her bitch You can be my bitch You can be my bitch You can be my bitch You can be my bitch Im gonna take you to the spot jump on top Im gonna give you everything that I got You can be my bitch You can be her bitch You can be my bitch You can be my bitch Im headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby Ill be gone for a while Im leaving you in charge now haha haha Shwaty wanna play at anytime Im away it aint OK But when I come back you know thats how its going down Well be back up in this bitch passing her around You dont want me just to play my roll You dont want me to come take control You dont want me to move in too slow You just wanna see me run this show Lets go lets go lets go

Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl Man, I aint gon lie - I fucked your girl We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl From time to time I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine She see me by the bar, she watch me blow stacks Her man aint a hustler, man he cant do that He got a 9 to 5, he used to pump packs Got knocked once, and he never came back I had her in my Bentley, I had her in tha lac We do it like the dogs do, right in the back I give that ass a smack, and she like it like that Get deeper and deeper in the kitty cat Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl Man, I aint gon lie - I fucked your girl We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl From time to time I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine She over here with me, he tryna call her over there She like, fuck that nigga She drop it down to the floor, Im like, shawty, you can go She like, fuck that nigga Shawty with me, Cherry M3 Our Ps up in the red, shawty give me head Aah aah Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl Man, I aint gon lie - I fucked your girl We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl From time to time I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine If you hearing I fucked your girl I probably did Had her buttnaked making breakfast in the crib If you wouldve saw what she did to the boy You wouldnt want her no more I left cum in her jaw, uh One nut, two nut, three nuts, four Five nuts, six nuts, seven nuts more Have it how you want, I rather have it hardcore Your legs on my neck, your neck damn there on the floor Nigga, thats my bitch, I dont wanna hear shit She like, fuck that nigga You cant do it like this, nigga, you are not rich Tell her, fuck that nigga Dopeboy with my top droped, got your baby mama hot Begging me to stop, but Im a rockstar Look what I got for her, some dirty south nuts In her dirty south mouth, she a dirty south slut, what? Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl Man, I aint gon lie - I fucked your girl We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl From time to time I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine

the opening begins at the end of the previous track Get Low Remix! Yeah, Im tryin to catch me somethin A little jux or somethin Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly You wan spray at me? Go head; the last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled til he died Your lil sister callin me stupid, reason why? Her and your mama in the living room now, hogtied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I cant wait Got a brand new cig in that ol 38 I be schemin to put a lil bread on my plate Watch and dress shirts, stomp through a hole in the cake I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day You thought I really want it, you pussy? Bitch, please This is stashhouse, jackpot, there go them kis My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna Im serious ,man, Im so sincere This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffreys career Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, yeah! Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, the ski mask way Make money, make money, money, money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money, money, money Whos that peepin in my window? Wow! The feds on me now They know when Im sleepin, they know when Im wake I know they got my phone tapped, Im screamin Fuck Jake! Im tryna stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA? Now that sounds great I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy, waitin to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me five-hundred apiece for two MACs Then Im back doin me, back out on the spree Catch me and niggas slippin out, pumpin that D Get me a little crew, Ill have em pumpin for me The more product I take, the more paper we see Change my name, in NY, they dont know where I be Yeah, a nigga doin dirt, but a nigga lowkey Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me? That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly I get mine the fast way, the ski mask way Make money, make money, money, money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money, money, money {gun cocks - BLAM!}

Im a work of art The ghetto version of Mozart Yeah, ha ha I move the keys, they call me the piano man Im classically trained, nobody do it better man I do my thang, me and my Beretta man I got that girl, you want her come and get her man Call me the piano man, call me the piano man Call me the piano man, call me the piano man Cartier glasses, Cartier belt Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia Nigga want two birds and Im servin ya Ima ball like Julius Irving, Iverson and Manning I got the cannon in that two-door Phantom Nigga hundred E-X shit, suicide doors Get a top a low fade, now the body lookin hard These snake ass niggas is reptiles Til I shoot em up, fill em up with projectiles Yay got the best styles, Yay got the best clothes Yay got the best weed, Yay got the best hoes, YEAH! I move the keys, they call me the piano man Im classically trained, nobody do it better man I do my thang, me and my Beretta man I got that girl, you want her come and get her man Call me the piano man, call me the piano man Call me the piano man, call me the piano man Yeah, uhh Fresh out the rim shop, my wheels tick-tock My steel six shots, the paint flip-flop My charm trucky, thats why they wan fuck me Two-oh-seven McLaren, body like Buffy Ol head get rusty, and Im a can of oil If hip-hop do that, a hundred grandll boil We show up at your bougie event, get your body hung Slide you all over the stage like Omarion Then leave the party calm, on a Pepsi and Bacardi bomb Bail aint nothin, I make a Gotti bond Magician, I could make a dollar flip Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick I move the keys, they call me the piano man Im classically trained, nobody do it better man I do my thang, me and my Beretta man I got that girl, you want her come and get her man Call me the piano man, call me the piano man Call me the piano man, call me the piano man Im rich than a muhfucker ridin in the dirty-ass Phantom We kill undercovers down here, we cant stand em Fill up the door panels, and stuff the floorboards I could fit a hundred in a Honda Accord Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller Hand of a hustler, Im all about a dollar Erybodys a customer, nobodys a friend Somebody gotta do it, anybody can win If I, did it then I can, do it now When we, get em in we just, ship em out A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit and tie Cartiers, you can tell that I I move the keys, they call me the piano man Im classically trained, nobody do it better man I do my thang, me and my Beretta man I got that girl, you want her come and get her man Call me the piano man, call me the piano man Call me the piano man, call me the piano man

It aint easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, Imma view you at ya wake money It aint a game You can call me player yeah, but I aint playing fair Chicks say Im the hottest thang comin this year In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems I walk up close, and I fo, fo revolve em Dont make me run to you, put the gun to you Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you Thug niggas in the street saying Im sonnin you Dude Ill smoke you and every motherfucker under you People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do From now on, when I speak, yall niggas better listen Why run against a thoroughbred when you aint in no condition Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing It aint easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, Imma view you at ya wake money It aint a game Yo where my down South niggas at, Im playing piddy-pat Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat Its Nore now, here look read the story now My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip And if I dont feel a nigga, I dont get on his shit Yall can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick I like my hoes just like Summer, no class And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass Why yall niggas acting like, its all ill in yall square Motherfucker you aint know that its a hood everywhere Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles Sending out roses, condolences, notices Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan Yo in they ground, niggas that dont get no bound Yall keep my word, dont love no bird Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb It aint easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, Imma view you at ya wake money It aint a game Yo its all about the cash you getting Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life Bitches I dont love no of em, the guns Im running em Punk niggas Im sonnin em, every chance I get Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip For these babies faggots flippin, dial 1-800-TIPS Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat Cause when I stick you, you gon cough it up like you bulimic Im no magician, but I could make, somethin outta nothin Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot thats pumping So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest Me 50, Im ya motherfucking mid-life crisis It aint easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You aint a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, Imma view you at ya wake money It aint a game Know what Im saying

You dont have very many options You can, get with the program, or you die The Unit Terminate on sight You see the muhfuckers, you get it right Night or daylight Its hammer time, got your nine, I got mine I carve you up nice You see my knife, see you in ya next life Terminate on sight Keep one in the chamber, walk with the burner Im on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill Think I wont get busy well nigga I, will Aint nothin to talk bout, get the tape and the chalk out When I pull the strap out, I might go the MAC route Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out I turn enemies to memories, remember me? The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggas try to blast me With the .38 them stray shells flew past me Im on em, what Ima do, dont ask me Understand the Fedsll have yo ass on the stand, B Sold three to muhfuckers tryin to jam me Im caked up, so niggas in my hood cant stand me Its fuck 50, I stay in the drama He love her, I fuck her, shes his babys mama She a freak, she give me the na-na That nigga try to front, Ill give him the llama, YEAH! Terminate on sight You see the muhfuckers, you get it right Night or daylight Its hammer time, got your nine, I got mine I carve you up nice You see my knife, see you in ya next life Terminate on sight Keep one in the chamber, walk with the burner Yeah Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me Ill smoke him Murder one one, four three-fours where Im from, son I dont need a gimmick, Im the sickest nigga in it Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit Youre a midget, Im taller than that nigga playin ball and Meanin everybody know me when Im walkin through the mall and I get hot, in the mornin and right before Im performin I been on it since a youngn Im comin and heres your warnin, nigga Dont be snorin, bein on point is important Cause a coffinll follow shortly after the white chalk and Call me what you want nigga but you cant call me broke Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut dope See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope Times over for you niggas, red line on your throat Terminate on sight You see the muhfuckers, you get it right Night or daylight Its hammer time, got your nine, I got mine I carve you up nice You see my knife, see you in ya next life Terminate on sight Keep one in the chamber, walk with the burner Unit! Who, who, who, who, who, who want it? Who, who, who, who, who, who want it? Which gangsta want it? Which rapper want it? Which trapper want it? My house is haunted And IM GONE!!! The Feds wanna bug me and wrap me Im the Gingerbread Man, them boys cant catch me Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix BM got a new friend, they finally got a face lift Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove em out They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on I kick game like Pele and Beckham I got dope head hands, and crackhead fingertips From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch Every day is Christ, I live like Santa bitch Im a scrambler bitch, the Feds cant stand this shit Terminate on sight You see the muhfuckers, you get it right Night or daylight Its hammer time, got your nine, I got mine I carve you up nice You see my knife, see you in ya next life Terminate on sight Keep one in the chamber, walk with the burner

Let me take you back to high school, 94 When at least when a nigga had time to go Walk to the bus stop, selling rocks on the way Little bad motherfucker with a pocket full of yay Fell in love with a shorty that was bad I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass But she was too fast, and I was too slow Cause she wanted a nigga who already had dough She found her a man who was like 24 But what she didnt know that he had plenty hoes She was too young, so now he got a new one Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun See when she catch this nigga she gon do something Not fight, but shorty gon shoot something But she never got a chance, a change of plans Shot herself in the back putting the gun in her pants Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown You gon miss momma when she dead and gone So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga {Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown You gon miss daddy when he dead and gone So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down {Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down I got a graveyard tatted on my arm So Ima just start with my uncle William Hahn My momma only brother, he served in the Navy He lost his life because the war made him crazy My nephew Shannon, 15 years old When I think how he died I get real cold Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones There was no flesh, it was just bones I was just home, with my cousin Craig And then I got a phone call said they found him dead So whats next, aint went to Bizz funeral yet Instead of one casket I need two of them shits It dont quit, just when you think Im seeing better days My auntie just find that she got AIDS And its fucked up, cause her life dont end And she locked up, so she dying in the pen, damn Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown You gon miss momma when she dead and gone So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga {Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown You gon miss daddy when he dead and gone So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down {Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down This cant be life, were living Cause I dont wanna live no more I dont wanna live no morrrrrre This cant be life, were living Cause I dont wanna live no more I dont wanna live no morrrrrre This cant be life were living Cause I dont want it no morrrrrre, no morrrrrre This cant be life were living Cause I dont want it no morrrrrre No mooooooo-ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrre!!!!!!!! Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown You gon miss momma when she dead and gone So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga {Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown You gon miss daddy when he dead and gone So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down {Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down

New-York City. I am New-York City ! I’m the American dream ! I’m 50 Cent ! Hahahaha You dont believe me ? Trust me, it will be shots flying ! Men DOWN Man I run this rap shit Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to 2Pac Nigga roll that good shit You wanna dance, lets dance nigga Ill take you to the prom Im armed, tre pound in my palm Im calm nigga, my mama made a baby boy The hood made a man, my first 14 grams took that and made a grand I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy You faked your death, hater fuckin comin from pussy Ill have like EE II EE II UH OH, after the fo-fo blow I get low Thats how I go like a pro, its a rap, Im a ghost And you smoke like a roach, you been clapped And the fact theres no comin back from that Im the last of my breed Mo henny, no weed, just my vest and my semi In the back of the Bentley, Im a nas and a rase Im there and Im gone My lawyers are strong, and my money is long So when Im right, Im right, and when Im wrong, Im right Illl hit yo ass up right, nigga its nighty night! Man I run this rap shit Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to 2Pac Nigga roll that good shit Je prends le contrôle renoi, laisse le rap HS Diamant sur le HF, Pont de sèvre tachève Cest trop cher pour toi ? Jachète Doigt sur la gâchette, pousse-toi ! hachek Lève lève lève tes mains en lair, ton gun, ton revolver Le jack est dans mon verre, la chatte à sa grand-mère Cest panam panam, G-unit, 92 izi clik de macaques Million deuros cash sous le clic-clac Rien de banal, je ne suis pas très halal Passe le cash ou le banana ou la clik te passe le salam Cest boulbi au micro, cest Brazza cest Mala Ne me cherche pas négro car je ne suis pas là T’es synonyme de défaite, je ncompte plus mes prouesses Élevé parmi les wesh wesh, nos flingues viennent dURSS Tu veux savoir qui suis-je ? Où est-ce ? Les suceurs de queue plus ils maiment plus je les déteste Man I run this rap shit Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls R.I.P. to 2Pac Nigga roll that good shit ------------------------------------------------------------- Paroles rédigées et expliquées par la communauté RapGenius France

Yeah! Hahahah Nigga, its 2006, and Im back in this bitch G-Unit! When I come through, Im comfortable Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact, who the fuck are you? Cause I, I got to get it and you can roll if you with it I got to get it the world and whats in it And you can get it in a New York minute I got to get it Ay, rap gon get that boy found in a river Dead by a trigger, thinkin he Schwarzenegger Fools dont take him, I took him across the liver Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler The drama is a part of the story that Ima give ya The black mags and backstabs are so familiar The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla That lame aint a killer, he softer than chinchilla And Im a GT, see a four-door wheeler Matter fact this summer, its 44 four-wheelers .45 on my side, shorty ride for his pride Forty eyes on the prize, now Im energized Nothin but shiny shit around the neck and rims Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spins What a way to double up, Im headin on my second wind Rollin luggage on the jet, I aint gotta check it in When I come through, Im comfortable Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact, who the fuck are you? Cause I, I got to get it and you can roll if you with it I got to get it the world and whats in it And you can get it in a New York minute I got to get it This is heroin medicine, that morphine flow My gun go off nigga and everybody know I hold it down with the pound 357 ways Hollow tip grazell put a part through ya waves Half Christian, half killer, half man, half gorilla I pop somethin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla Now Im floored, Ds kick the door, found me on the floor By my toilet tryna flush that raw, toilet wouldnt flush, Im fucked Half a brick of yay goin round and round Mary J. my life, Im goin down Its sounds like we all came up the same My nigga Im for real, they just rappin mayne Find out when the semis come out Ill blow the engine out ya hemi, no doubt Im New York Citys pharaoh, Ill have you starin down the barrel You got em? Good, get em, its cool, hit em When I come through, Im comfortable Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact, who the fuck are you? Cause I, I got to get it and you can roll if you with it I got to get it the world and whats in it And you can get it in a New York minute I got to get it You about to get that ass caught up in some shit We about to show that ass how it get When the jealousy turn envy in this shit Turn deadly, the innocent get hit Pull up in them whips Tinted out, spittin out hollows and they rip Niggas apart in the dark or its daytime, its good with me Just cool, I brought ya whole hood with me We had Gabriel right before MTV So we can G him to give us that chain for cheap We got David and Jacob for them bracelets and rings Cause our verse in the hood makes they names ring She take a picture with me on BET She the new talk of the hood, its PCP One taste of the stick, and she hooked like fish Me, Banks and Hav got this shit vice gripped When I come through, Im comfortable Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew Matter fact, who the fuck are you? Cause I, I got to get it and you can roll if you with it I got to get it the world and whats in it And you can get it in a New York minute I got to get it

Tougher than leather, nigga Im tougher than an African kid Running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga Know what Im saying? Tough, OG now, nigga, yeah, yeah To all living things around me Cash rules everything around me Your music is unenthusiastic My jewelry glow in the dark Škorpion from Serbia, catch you in traffic 20-round clip, curved magazine And you could leave the Earth over small, little things John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing And you aint do shit when them things start to ring South side, we outside, niggas kill, son Theyll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klaned your man Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand The thought of even coming around here was a death plan And if a nigga cosign that he a yes man Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, Im all fucked up So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up When shit real you get killed around here, its not a big deal Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield Thank you for real Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy When your mouth to be shooting You find out that we been shooting all along Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy You get caught without that Ruger We put hot shit through you then we gone Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy Boy, dont let me catch you slipping, boy, boy Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy Boy, dont let me strap that clip in, boy, boy Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy My money up when them mills come LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son Wise time fly by, Im an OG, bad bitch with double Ds Nigga, Jordan couldnt palm these, feel the breeze Wrap em in satin, they be gone by the morning Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though I show that bitch how to breathe under water Excusez moi, French bitches bending over Snatch em out the whip, throw em in the Range Rover Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry why they texting bout body Frank Lucas put flowers on Bump grave every Tuesday Thats loyalty and dont listen to everything your lawyer say Red dot, surgery with the laser Have a nigga missing like that plane from Malaysia Fo fos, long nose is Gonzos Hundred rounds, drum on the K, thats bongos Running your mouth with deadly convos, I clap like, bravo Bend back for the encore, nigga, huh You pussy niggas think you got nine lives Ima make sure I stick you more than nine times With that ice pick Im a cold killer You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy When your mouth to be shooting You find out that we been shooting all along Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy You get caught without that Ruger We put hot shit through you then we gone Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy Boy, dont let me catch you slipping, boy, boy Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy Boy, dont let me strap that clip in, boy, boy Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy

Got the shotgun Got the handgun Got the paper in my Nike box Burn the haze up You better raise up Before you get ya punk ass shot We hunt them down We gun them down Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah Dont fuck around, the tre pound Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah We on the trip, fuck up a flip 100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah We on this shit, we spit a clip That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah Yeah I run the town like a marathon Trackstar, trapstar Teflon shock plate, front and back hah P90 Ruger talk, .38 Special flow Hollow tip, hottest shit, flyest nigga in New York C-4 in the function in the bomb, niggas fronting I got it like they want, so they hating when Im stunting Im hot now, Im bigger than the block now Rolls drop, top down Lambo, top down Violate, get shot down I live by the codes you follow I jooks some nigga fore I beg or borrow I come from the street where theres strong and theres weak And when the strong hungry, the weak something to eat We hunt them down We gun them down Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah Dont fuck around, the tre pound Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah We on the trip, fuck up a flip 100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah We on this shit, we spit a clip That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah This rap shit is fake if you really wanna ask me Im in the projects with a bitch like Cassie Drop top Mayback, the roof all glassy Level two vest on cause niggas wanna blast me Im a menace to society, thats what the judge said My kinda money leave the DA and the judge dead Shorty turned 5 and he rep that 5 Shorty just turned 6 and he rep that 6 I got my crack and my four four The four in the morning Gas up the truck, fuck global warming My money be foreign, my cars be foreign Its pedal to the metal in them Air Force Jordans We hunt them down We gun them down Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah Dont fuck around, the tre pound Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah We on the trip, fuck up a flip 100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah We on this shit, we spit a clip That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah Yeah Four bitches in the european whip Set it off like Cleo Haitian bitches talking Creole ?Rappers is feeding them all Triple header, christmas day Navy blue Phantom Ghost Box for the pistol play Why comrade Mary overdose on MJ? Why Big aint have a bullet proof truck like me? Why the club shot up? What the fuck you expect? They dont search niggas buying bottles at Juliet! Yeah, I just left Southside, Im to the borough west side Money team to the dream, haters trynna strategize We work hard, they say it come easy Bitch blow me in the coupe, yeah I cum easy We hunt them down We gun them down Cut em down to the floor, nah, nah, nah Dont fuck around, the tre pound Thats 6 rounds for the raw, nah, nah, nah We on the trip, fuck up a flip 100 grams of the raw, nah, nah, nah We on this shit, we spit a clip That your whip home boy? Nah, nah, nah

{Gunshot} Yeah niggas, G-Unit in this motherfucker Ayo 50, ayo this nigga barely breathing, nigga! x2 It wont be long fore you dead You wanna run your mouth crazy, talk about me Nigga I come for your head And leave your monkey ass laid out in the street I hit your heart you dead I squeeze till the semi run out Niggas who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out Im the nigga in the hooptie with my hat down low Cant tell that this a hit until the MAC-10 blow I got 32 shots, I aint got to aim Ill wave this bitch in your direction mayne Beams, clips, and grips, its a sticky situation Adrenaline rush, I squeeze, my heart start pacing Same Glock, same block, same chain, same watch Same six-four drop, same nigga on top Dont blame me if your motherfucking block get hot Because Im just tryin to make a livin, nigga stay up outta prison In a position of power In a position where bitch-ass cowards cant fuck with ours And just do me, who he, say he going sue me? Motherfucker I got bread If you can Hol on, nigga, hol on Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when youre hit It wont be long fore you dead When you wired up it aint no smilin See all of them wildin, and these niggas is violent Little do you know your time could be expirin And you know that Reaper comin when that heater start dumpin Aint nobody seen nothin, these niggas is silent From 12th Avenue, all the way to the projects Real niggas, we dont fuck around with the nonsense Murder one shit, thats how it get — motherfucker what? I put the fifth to your head, your white T turn red Nigga now give the bread, Ill fill your ass with lead Put a hole in ya wig, with the SIG, ya dig? Shouldnt fuck with the kid — I dont play that shit Its all part of the game, man the game aint fair The trigger gots no heart, nigga my gun dont care The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare Your life start to flash, your dead, nigga who cares? If you can Hol on, nigga, hol on Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when youre hit It wont be long fore you dead Me and my bitch: We break up, we make up; see Jacob for the stones We kicked up, thats whats up, cause Im out with the chrome You fuck up, you get bucked, Buckll get ya Push a knife through your chest, boy I aint fuckin with ya The Units my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope My pills, my liquor, my family, my niggas We soldiers, we killers, they know us, they feel us They know we Guerillas, you know who the realest The Units my gang, my set, my MAC, my TEC My protection, my family; do you understand me? My knife, my gun, my wife, my son My love, my niggas, my stacks, them figures Buckshots hit his ass from the shotgun blast Black Dickie suit, and a fucking black ski-mask Shoot first, this is how I react, and we act Like its nothing, Cashville niggas used to that Listen If you can Hol on, nigga, hol on Seems like an ambulance always takes so long when youre hit It wont be long fore you dead

Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable, its-its the Unit Whoop! Whoop! You know how we do it Whoop! Whoop! Ill make you dance to it Whoop! Whoop! Throw up ya hands to it Go head, call em pops Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me Right by my side where you supposed to be They start to notice you when they notice me And you can have it all free of charge I know you like European cars Take, take a look at my garage Maybe we can all ménage Me in the middle and your legs to the stars I got that Bentley, that Ferrari, that Lambo lean My car game crazy, I cant be seen That Aston, Bugatti, the Range and the Rolls Got me freakin off with some high class hoes You know with me man anything goes Ill have shorty in the telly workin all 3 holes Jesus, I betcha wont believe this Unless I letcha see this, she deep throat my whole car Now Im thinkin this bitch is so hot I gotta take her to my hood, let her blow my whole block Yeah I just happen to be what she like She say Im special, Im like, Yeah babe youre right A lil Goose, a lil Patron tonight Ill have the club lookin like a fuckin Zoo aight New music, you cant confuse it With the other cliques or groups, its the Unit Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me Right by my side where you supposed to be They start to notice you when they notice me And you can have it all free of charge I know you like European cars Take, take a look at my garage Maybe we can all ménage Me in the middle and your legs to the stars Uh, shorty came over, I told her, I can mold her Turn her, to a rider, rollin, with a roller Hold her, like a cobra, bone her, til she sober Fold her, in positions til its hard to bend over Im a very special kind, I cant let you shine These rappers out they mind, dont compare to me combined If you look at my design, my Louie fittin fine My jewelry might blind, Ima walkin white line You cant get on my level, thatll take a lifetime And I got it at 25, take your lifetime I dont care about crime as long as its not mine Ima be fine, Im stronger than white lines If your girl aint home, til the early morn Shes prolly with the G-Unit gettin it on I told her shes Miss Right, so I cant be wrong And we went at it all night long Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me Right by my side where you supposed to be They start to notice you when they notice me And you can have it all free of charge I know you like European cars Take, take a look at my garage Maybe we can all ménage Me in the middle and your legs to the stars From 1 to 10, baby girl off the Richter But I aint trickin, I aint Eliot Spitzer Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper Im in the club again, with them drugs again Same club, same spot, same girls again Girls comin in, and we poppin dem bottles By 12 Oclock, we be poppin dem models Yeah, Falsetto, the club go crazy like,OOH! OOH! OOH! Baby! Okay, bottle Rozay Girlie seen the Porsche and her friend like, Heyyy Girl jump in, watch me go 0 to 60 Take you to the Ritz, slide off your Miss Sixties I know you heard of 50, I know you heard of Yay I Steve Nash these hoes, pass them all day Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me Right by my side where you supposed to be They start to notice you when they notice me And you can have it all free of charge I know you like European cars Take, take a look at my garage Maybe we can all ménage Me in the middle and your legs to the stars Its easy man, believe me man This is the Unit, the Unit This is how we do it Banks, Yay,