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Ah, I got big bags of paper I’mma spend We gon do it how we do it, then do the shit again You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna win We’re celebrating like a nigga home fresh out the pen I’m on, bitches all on my John To get bread and don’t blow bread, the fuck is the point Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit Pop a x and the blue pill then wreck a bitch I like it raw, uh baby, uh baby, I like it raw Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow The morning after, plan b, no kids involved Please no kids involved I put that money in the vault bitch usain bolt Progress…make a deal then blow mills for real Time’s a wasting, you watching my watch, ha You old school, huh, jocking my style I don’t give a flying fuck, I always make bail Motherfuck an award, check Forbes, i’m there Not once, every year Even when I take a break, my pockets is in shape I’m back off a vacation Can you believe it, I been getting paid on vacation Yeah, i’ma keep niggas forever hating They thought i’m going down Now look, i’m levitating I’m with Deepak meditating In Somalia & Kenya with United Nations Funding the world food program Finna solve world hunger, god damn

New Shit Tony Yayo, 50 Cent cmon Bump Dat Niggas try to stunt on my click Then when I get on that shit I bring it to em where they pump at 12 Gauge mossberg No shell in the head Before you put in work, you gotta pump that You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that This is serious, these rap niggas, Im just havin fun with it 50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat My son ask Daddy why carry a gun, you aint a cop Looked at him and said Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my Glock? Show em the clip Show em the beam Show em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that aint bad Im not a blood or a crip, Im doing my own thang G-UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I dont go that funny dance I dont throw gang signs But Im a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine Think all I do is rap, then you dont know me good Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man Carlito aint never seen Blanco comin But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin? And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs And leave you flat your back BRRAT Take that I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma Its hard to live, but its easy to die So Im going through life lookin death in the eye These rappers aint gun slingers They R&B singers G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas Minimum wage aint gonna pay the rent Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure Im still on the strip with the fifth and my lever Its T-O-N-Y Stay with a semi Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger When the Ds come around, Imma swallow my crack Shit the work out later, and hit em with that If its a direct sale Imma change the bill Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille Look nigga we icey thugs We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves Just havin fun with this rap shit, man It never stops My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street? And yall aint even hear the new shit Just keep goin and goin and goin Motherfuckin Duracell Battery It never stops Word up G-Unit Sha Money XL

I dont really think she want me back then, she want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style I got swag now, I got paper, Im rolling in the dough, Im caked up I got swag now, I got paper, Im swimming in the dough, Im caked up I was a real bum now Im really rich, kid I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, theyre lukewarm Its why youre not me; nah-nah-nah-nah-nah She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting Its Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat Big doofy gat, hit you in your kufi hat You know me, I told your ass in 03 Get Rich or Die G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky Pick an island on the map, I been to it Shorty wanna try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked up shining, flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and On that J.T. shit, me Im bringing sexy back Louis belt wrapped around right where the TEC be at I dont really think she want me back then, she want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style I got swag now, I got paper, Im rolling in the dough, Im caked up I got swag now, I got paper, Im swimming in the dough, Im caked up Getting papers my objective, yup, now your chain gone One false move and clap, now your brains gone You like me, you aight with me; me? Im into me I destroy my enemies even if theyre kin to me Do em like the Kennedys, ching-ching thats mo bread Say something slick out your mouth Ill come for your head She likes me more than you can imagine Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant Closest Imma get to heaven in this lifetime Is right below her waist in between her thighs Call her Pussycat, thats my nickname for her And I aint got to buy shit or run game on her See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together Oh, you dont like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris I go so hard in the paint, Im sorry I dont really think she want me back then, she want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style I got swag now, I got paper, Im rolling in the dough, Im caked up I got swag now, I got paper, Im swimming in the dough, Im caked up You want me? I want you - plug one? Plug two Im infinitely special, girl The Lords gonna bless you if you do what I tell you to do You want me? I want you - you want a Benz? Ill buy two You should want me like you want success Girl, with us together well be better than the best Why settle for less? I dont really think she want me back then, she want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style I got swag now, I got paper, Im rolling in the dough, Im caked up I got swag now, I got paper, Im swimming in the dough, Im caked up

This for the bitches, nigga Ill, do, anything for you Ill do anything you want me to Ill do, anything Me? I done been around the world six times A bad bitch in every part of the worlds been mine But you can change me, baby, you can change me Oh shit, look, Im already not the same, see? Shorty, you make me feel brand new Im not running game, girl, I swear you do Youre too cold to hold and too hot to handle Me and you girl theres nothing we cant do You like girls, I like girls too, we got something in common Now how the hell could that be a problem? Shorty lets laugh, lets dance, lets drink, lets fuck Right here, right now, shit, we only live once I should not be reprimanded, I cannot be blamed My lust on level 10, Im trying to get it in Ill have you cumming down your candy walls Get it wetter than Niagara Falls til you climax, thats all They think Im a fool Cause Id do so many things for you Ill, do anything, Ill, do anything But they dont know the reason Its why I do all the things I do for you Ill, do anything, Ill, do anything Ill do I keep a bad bitch on deck We retro drinking, yeah, sippin Moët Look man, my shawty got ass for days I smack it, sit and watch it wave When its stress on my brain the head games relax the pain So good I get to buying her things Like tennis bracelets and chains, studs and diamond rings Im giving her the finer things Thats why she dont complain I kinda got her open, mane, I stroke that thing On different ends of the globe We international now, whoa They think Im a fool Cause Id do so many things for you Ill, do anything, Ill, do anything But they dont know the reason Its why I do all the things I do for you Ill, do anything, Ill, do anything Ill do Thats me and you, you know? They aint supposed to understand it You know I say some shit I aint supposed to say But you know how I feel I should be a asshole whenever I feel like it After - look at the shit I bought you, man Cmon man, dont give me no headache, man You a bitch when you on your period, right? Dont come at me with that bullshit, man Do anything for you, girl Ill do anything

If youse a shooter then shoot nigga, Im doin my thang If you seen-a, my nina, you seen it go bang That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mine mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I aint motherfuckin playin You niggas aint nuttin but clown killers for real Im down with the Unit, for the Gorillas for real Go bananas if you want, ooh ooh, you gettin peeled Yall shoot for the shoot, we do this for real Clap mes a motherfucker, make more mills Cash me a check, to cop more wheels Shorty you a bad bitch and good-ass steel Now, I hop up on the dillz and smeared that lip gloss Me and P sharin bitches like we switch Porsche My hammer navigate beef, Hummer dont get lost Boy, that Desert Eagle have that whole shit ripped off Yeah - we get that gwop, cause we make Shit that pop heavy rotation, your shit flop Wont stop til we get, to that top If the gun too far then you will get oxed Yall niggas aint real yall just talk a lot If you a killer then kill somethin, you talkin all day Frontin, killin nuttin, you niggas is real gay See me shinin, mad diamonds, now what can I say Im a mega star, never thought itd be this way Niggas fightin for the bottom, I feel your pain Im at the top and Im never comin back again Except for when I come to scoop lil shorty good brains Out the hood, you see me in yo hood dont play I open up yo head, and expose yo brain Its not a joke or a game, and I aint tryin To advance my rap lines, please believe what I say Im a Mobb nigga, nigga I do this all day Hit the weed hit the gas on the Lamb to skate See me comin through the club, get out of my way You dont know me, man get out of my face Fore I flip, no shit, you niggas get sprayed

What up, Blood? What up, Cuz? What up, Blood? What up, gangsta? What up, Blood? What up, Cuz? What up, Blood? What up, gangsta? This is how a gangsta sing the star spangled banner Pledge allegiance to the flag in a hardcore manner Blue bandana, clip, banana That nigga leaking, what the fuck you do, blood? Red bandana, clip, banana Big flashin’ ya clip, what the fuck you do, blood? It’s the return of that gangsta gully shit Black Northface, braids up under my black skully, bitch I still feel chills when the narcs come My little homie scrap with the .40 We come around there and spark something Let off half a clip, make ya whip lean You rock petty nigga shells It hit ya make ya softer than whipped cream Funny, things are never how shit seems You going H.A.M., we like damn, we don’t really want it, man Then pop right up on you, gun in hand This southside, muthafuckas get smoked here We’ll see if ya still tough when the smoke clears We at the hospital waiting to see the folks yeah Blue bandana, clip, banana That nigga leaving, what the fuck you do, blood? Red bandana, clip, banana Big flashin’ ya clip, what the fuck you do, blood? Nigga, fuck that, you better put that work in You don’t want to, cool, you could get hurt then Red bandana, Blue bandana, clip, banana What the fuck is up, blood? I just wanna remind ya niggas, Ill find ya niggas. Its 50. The architect. I build and destroy, boy. Fuck with me if you wanna. Street king. SMS AUDIO

I make it hotter, friction turns to fire Youre what I desire, Im coming to get you, girl Thats right, thats right, its on tonight Youre just my type, youre what I like I bring that heat, you heard me right Everywhere I go, go, lets go Something new, its another episode Music bumping, sweat dripping on the danceflo I like it when shorty get to backing it back When she do it like that, I dont know how to act Now work it Go ahead grind it on me, thats perfect Ill pay to play if its worth it My phone when you want me you can chirp it Now get to work, kid Let me take these bricks and break em down If you want I can serve em by the pound Shorty know shes got what I wanna flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well, if you want it lets go I got that fire Act like you already know I got that fire You want it, its fire, I got it, that fire So I might ignite ya, its fire, its fire I burn it down on stage, I make it hot Til the Fire Marshall come shut down the spot I have the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggas aint got the style I got I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just aint around Everywhere you go, there I go, Im 50 Cent Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent You wanna party, lets party, you wanna freak be a freak You wanna creep we can creep tell me where should we meet So you can Take these bricks and break em down If you want I can serve em by the pound Shorty know shes got what I wanna flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Wel, if you want it lets go I got that fire Act like you already know I got that fire You want it, its fire, I got it, that fire So I might ignite ya, its fire, its fire Now are you really ready I said, are you really ready I make the temperature rise, now dont be surprised I have the ice on, stuntin heavy I got a helluva flow, you should already know Sold over 30 million records already Its the third time around, you know how I get down Im hands down, pound for pound, the best around Now work it Go ahead grind it on me, thats perfect Ill pay to play if its worth it My phone when you want me you can chirp it Now get to work, kid

{Gunshots} 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath The Dream team We gotta get the get well cards Niggas is sick Feel this {gunshots} Motion picture shit Hahaha! Now dont think I wont hit you cause Im popular I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya Catch you slipping Ima give you what I got for ya My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you Homie, you aint been through what I been through You not like me And Im not like you Im like an animal with it, when I spit it, its crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas trying to play me One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom, the kid start feeling woozy I write my life You write what you see in gangsta movies Im gangsta to the core, nigga, you cant move me I find my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you Spit shells through your convertible Lotus you notice Rich or poor, hollows still go through your door This is war You scared of me, you not prepared for me, the kid is back 50 Cent, I know you like that Yeah, I know you like that Green Lantern, Shady Records, Anger Management Tour Homie, homie, homie... yeah!

Mo-Ps, G-Unit, nigga Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , with the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy, yo ass could get killed Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , with the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy, yo ass could get killed , look The first nigga that scream G-Unot to me Ima stomp yo ass out with the Gortex beef and broccolis Somebody talk to homie, tell him I dont play ball You fuckin with them Saratoga hackers off a St. Marks Nigga mad cause he went AWOL But First Family is Fifth La Familia, all day, yall So go head and start a beef, yo assll get popped With a hot one cause we aint blazin hip-hop and R&B I aint a New York City ho that get pistol whipped Then stripped for your jewels then Ima rock em in the next video You know how M.O.P. do it We hold the block like that cause we dont rock like that Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed Two niggas in the front, two niggas in the back Thats four niggas ridin strapped in grandpas Cadillac The voice in my head say, Fuck all these niggas Then I start thinkin, I should rob all these niggas Man, my homies, they wan do whatever I wan do Ill say I wanna eat, they say, Shit, we wanna eat, too Lets ride around, find a nigga stuntin on Front Street With the shines on niggas be lookin like lunch meat I run up on a nigga, pop, one on the floor Tell em come up off that shit fore we start poppin some more Fuck a ski mask, man, niggas know who I is I got a full clip and niggas know I get biz Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed From the midst of the dark, barkin, its Bill Gates From the behind the bodega with two eights, I mean With intentions of settin yo ass straight, I mean Yo ass leakin, bleedin, reachin for faith, I mean You barely breathin, with your soft-survivin ass What happened to your hood vibe with your good ridin ass? What happened to the gangsta that you see on TV? Thats cause it was projected in 3D And you dont wanna see me comin, lettin that Mac spit Send a nigga to a semi back flip Saratoga Ave., nigga, act sick M.O.P. doin this rugged rap shit Ill whip yo head, boy, you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy, wit the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed I got his homies screamin, Buck you need to calm down Niggas be gettin killed every time you come around We ran up in his crib, made his mama kiss the ground She askin God, What my baby done did now? Im taking everything, jewelry, I want it all Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall Fuck waitin, we gon starve waitin on tomorrow So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow Im impatient like a money hungry rap star Jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar The MACll have his brains all over the fuckin sidewalk And Ima be on CNN again, it aint my fault March, nigga, step , right, nigga, left G-Unit soldier, Im thuggin to my death, motherfucker Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed Ill whip yo head, boy , you know I will Ill whip yo head, boy , wit the back of the steel Ill whip yo head, boy , yo cap could get peeled Ill whip yo head, boy , yo ass could get killed

Yeah. 50 Cent. Lloyd Banks. Tony Yayo. G-Unit This rap shit plays a major part in my life So if you jeopardize it I got the right To send a mothafucker at you tonight G-Unit And I aint stopping till my clique popping, swimming in barrels of money Ma could walk around with her head up cause her child aint a dummy Its funny, niggasd rather see you suffering and hungry Im comfy as hell skating with another niggas money You lying your ass off, you know you aint that tough Im pulling your mask off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, a piece of the game, boy Artillery thats about as long as a chainsaw By the way, man, this feels like Ive been dreamin Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feeling my semen The physical presence of a female in the forms of a demon Thats why I fuck em and leave em, get my nut while Im breathin Cause they thought theyd catch me slipping, now Im ducking and driven Thats a thousand dollar outfit, what the fuck is you rippin? You tripping, no record could get my ass in position Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen With probable cause, its probably sending out to prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four fives and nines than a deck of cards You can take me out the hood But cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke Your friends and your enemies they love you, they love you Cheche, get the Yayo Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail Cheche, get the Yayo Picture me being crack You can sniff me, cut me, Ill turn you to a junkie Im the number one seller in the whole fucking country Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low White boys dont call me coke, they call me blow Its time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane Ill smuggle, Im nothing but trouble Ill make your money double, cook me in baking soda Ill turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover Ill pay all your bills and fill your frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards You trying to move more birds N PA all day, on the corner of Third, nigga what? You can take me out the hood But cant take the hood out me Cause Im ghetto, Im ghetto Picture me polishing pistols, Im coming to get you The shells hit you, you screamin Think Im playing? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols, lets get it popping Start wavin my emboies, shell cases get to dropping If death is around the corner I got too much pride to hide Im outside, gun in my pocket, just stunting, no stopping Im dying to pop it, Im young and Im restless You know my contestants As the world turns, theres lessons to 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 Bellagio, twenty grand of chips at a dice game Burn out, cant stop, gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga, you see me I wonder if you mad cause Im doing good Or cause niggas feeling me more than you in your own hood And it hurts cause you love em and they dont love you back Cause they know you just rapping and you dont bust a gat You pussy Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood, nigga. They know you fucking fronting, nigga. Talking like gangstas on a record. I see you, nigga. Niggas know me, nigga. Ask around in my hood, nigga. Read the Daily News, nigga. You see them talking about me, nigga. Im in the middle of all kinds of shit. Pussy, lets get it popping

Yeah It is what it is, son, niggas can’t stand it It’s my fifth lap, a nigga been round and round the planet Shorty said ‘Welcome to Miami Her friends sayin Welcome to Miami Jet-skies, the yacht, the hawk in the backyard Back to back Porshes, a nigga go that hard I love money, nigga this is drug money Laundromat, spin cycle, make it snow money Beef nothin’ to a nigga, nigga I’m comfy Throw a hundred racks on a bitch, I told ya she want me If I want the ho, I get the ho, fuck the ho then forget the ho Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent I’m a fly nigga on or off, yeah I buy fly shit Presidential rolly nigga tell me now, can you buy that? I’m the biggest nigga Southside seen since Fat Cat I tell a nigga suck a dick quick cause I’m strapped back I make it double up, few blocks of raw I, I, I did it, I got to get more I make it double up, baking soda galore Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor I make it double up Aye bring me that pyrex Get the baking soda, the ice Imma show you how you do this shit You think I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’m doin We on the other side of the border chilling with drug lords Tryin put a order in during the drug wars Jay said this is what happens when you disrespect one of us And cut a muhfucka head off right in front of us That’s when I said i’m going back to cali My man said he going back to cali I know some Mexicans in Arizona I’m cool with I’d rather slang that than come and deal with this bullshit ‘cause I aint gonna budge Pay me or die g, dog, it aint no love Niggas know who they owe My number ain’t changed bitch Front door service put one in your brain quick Couldve put it right in your chest close range shit Watch you die slow let you know who you playin with Fuck all that swearin to god, promise and prayin shit I aint a big sob story fan, Im spraying shit 12 gauge, AR-15, AKn shit Passenger seats gon get killed, Im sayin this princ-i-pals We dont draw the line at drug dealing, we crim-i-nals Goin all out Before I say you played me I’ll go in yall house And get killed there or blow your fucking brains out You gotta bring your ass to get some You gotta make cash to spend some And I ain’t a victim mothafucka Hayes

They told me, im not strong and im not very reliable and im probably not that good at saying how i feel, but , well, i really really like you, Would you be my girlfriend? Okay You will? I just wanna chill and twist the lye Catch stunts in my 745 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see and feel you next to me Ill provide everything you need and i Like your smile I dont wanna see you cry Got some questions that I gotta ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers baby If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me? If I didnt smell so good, would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt, would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work, would you be down to ride? I get out and peel a nigga cap, chill and drive Im askin questions to find out how you feel inside If I aint rap ‘cause I flip burgers at Burger King Would you be ashamed to tell your friends youre feelin me? In the bed, if I used my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back? Now we can have a little drink, you know, a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

I just wanna tell you youre special.. You know I meet a lot of beautiful women.. But you.. You make me feel good.. So Good.. Its hard to describe you ya know.. Its everything about you I mean.. damn! You make me feel good..!! When Im gone girl I miss you, when Im at home I get with ya I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin that At least when you thinkin of me, be my part time loverr.. Me Im gon do my thang, so you can go do your thang You wanna fk um its aight with me, be my part time loverr.. She likes you, like I like you Im aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. Its more than your body baby damn its your brain You make me wanna kiss you like Baby kiss Wayne And make you call me daddy like Baby do Wayne Damn that shit sounds gay, its insane I guess thats the price the lil nigga pays for fame But baby dim the lights now, here more my lifestyle Im heterosexual, I wanna get next to you I may be get in to you, thats what finna do Girl you in my house, my tongue in your mouth My fourplay better then ok, no dought We got our own thing, see you are my bitch Just dont ask question about Ciara and shit You saw the video, you heard the radio They said its me and C, you want it to be you and me That was jus a rumor, come and gimme kisses Then clean this place up, go on and wash the dishes When Im gone girl I miss you, when Im at home I get with ya I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin that At least when you thinkin of me, be my part time loverr.. Me Im gon do my thang, so you can go do your thang You wanna fk um its aight with me, be my part time loverr.. She likes you, like I like you Im aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. Girl your ass fat like Joe, you real sweet like Ja Say some fly shit and ima black your fkin eye Fab said your pussy and made him better So assumin you a hustla and you get that chedda Go suck it like superhead, deep throat that super dick Then come back with big bread, see yous a trooper kid T-Pain must be psychic he saying what I think Im by the bar now bitch buy me a drink Go on and wipe me down, I bet you like me now Mo then you eva did this is real shit This is why Im hot, yea this is why Im hot We can party like a rockstar nonstop Heres what she told ya boy, she likes that soulja boy She cranked up the ten, cruisin in the benz I thought you changed girl, but you the same girl Usher and R. Kelly you had the best of both worlds When Im gone girl I miss you, when Im at home I get with ya I be right back in NYC, be my part time loverr.. I keep a smile on your face, and bring you jewels when you thinkin that At least when you thinkin of me, be my part time loverr.. Me Im gon do my thang, so you can go do your thang You wanna fk um its aight with me, be my part time loverr.. She likes you, like I like you Im aight with her, she aight with me, be my part time loverr.. I only need your love part time.. be my part time loverr.. Ya know.. Some men require love from 9 to 5.. I require love from 12 to 4.. 12 at night to 4 in the morning.. and then we leave the hotel.. Its short stay baby.. Its 50.. Im fellin to move to Atlanta man.. Pack my bags.. Take my solders wit me.. You know Ima feel like hip hop is seen down dere.. Oh because I run New York.. I told you..

It aint good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right It aint good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right Everybody know that Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems Trey-eights, trey-pounds and .44s solve em I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit Your man gangsta? Me too Go on and get em bitch I just bought new toast to spit Next nigga gettin gully gettin laid out quick Where ever ribs is touchin niggas is gettin hurt Cause a broke nigga always down to put it 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 Gally beat bump Got you license plate rattlin all over your trunk I confuse these chumps with my style, dog Im from Queens but Im mother fuckin BK hard I sound like I move bricks uptown Or like a thug from the Bronx who stays with a 4-pound Shook nigga Im a Guiness Book nigga We dont play that pussy shit round here You can get your fuckin wig split down here Dont be reppin where you come from too much around here You can get your fuckin cap filt Queens, nigga! Brooklyn If I cant get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club? So niggas I done stuck up could cut me he fuck up, nah Im outside to jump off in a Benz jeep 4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat Niggas think they want beef They dont want beef They find out that somebody they love layin in the street When you rap, you keep it gangsta dog its all good Just dont go poppin that shit in the wrong hood Where Im from the young boyll come and try ya nigga Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga If you thinkin we thirsty cuz, we right We lookin at your watch and chain like thats an S-type Promoter sayin dont play 50 in the club Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up I dont where you from and I dont care But nigga we dont play that pussy shit round here The only Spanish I know is coño, cállate la boca puta, no inglés, no inglés motherfuckers will 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 sayin good. Fuck yall, ya aint got to like me I get knocked, yall nigga aint got to write me Im on the same bullshit I been on Its the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on Yall shit sound too commercial Come cruisin through the hood mother fuckers will hurt you You should know when and when not to flash jewels Cause niggas will run up on yall fools and flash you They want your money, the watch, and you tennis shoes I aint gotta tell ya not to move Ya know the rules!

Yeah nigga We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right We gonna smoke this shit And Imma drink a lot a water And Imma take Golden Seal, so my PO dont find out Im smoking this shit, aight? Yo, niggas wouldnt rob Frankie if they had the chance Wasnt cause of him it was cause of his man Lance Frankie cut crack Lance hold the Mac If fiends fuck with Frankies pacs Lance cut the crack heads He popped up Thought he was locked up Came thru stuntin wit his wrist all rocked up Shoulda seen him smile, missin the tooth Coupe missin the roof He like What up, 50? Im like What up with you Lance had a reputation that was well earned Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn Out there in Redfern At the dice game, he rolled a headcrack in a crack Im like Nah, I aint paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back Niggas lookin at me like Im crazy, they shook I dont give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook Asked about BONE Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for Seven grand His man was thirsty, I could tell by his look Cause he looked the way I look When I look for a jooks Bitch Motherfucker Teamwork, work hard nigga 50 cent Rotten Apple G-UNIT Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo, nigga Hey what up, nigga You motherfuckin right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2 Get the fuck out the car nigga dont make me rush you, nigga Shoot that nigga, 50!

Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire-aire Be a millionaire, be a - be a millionaire Shawty said take it off, Ill take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off, Ill break you off Til your love come down on yo walls Im extremely focused, sweatin Im strokin I better get you open Ill leave your headboard broken, you think Im jokin I bet Ill get you open First its her neck, yeah then her back Yeah Im a freak, I get into all that Girl Ill perform for ya, like a porno star Til ya had enough then I just need a little bit more New music, new move, new position New erotic sounds, its goin down now listen I can hear your heartbeat, youre sweatin I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper, I told ya Ill get ya Ill work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR, right? Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate Ill use my tongue baby, Ill leave you sprung maybe Ill have ya head spinnin sayin 50s so crazy + Girl I want you to give me what you got then give me more Baby you could start on top or all fours You know I like it, when you get into it Dont nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated Drunk off my love, call the Hennessy thug Passion youre laughin, Ill make you smile on the regular Tell me what you want, shorty thats what Imma get for ya I need you to be what I need, more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me reason to breathe I need you, Im tellin you so now you know what I need Id be ya part-time or full-time lover, significant other Dont matter which way it go, Im oh so gutter Girl you could get it however you wan get it Im feelin you, still Im tellin you right now, get it + Shawty said take it off, Ill take it off Want me to break you off, Ill break you off

Funk Flex Yeah, G-Unit You understand whats about to happen? Huh .. huh? Nigga guess whos bizzack Its not Beanie Sieg or Jay-Hov 50 Cent, yall niggas should know Dont make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo You punk nigga I done told you before Fuck being in a cage, man that shits for the birds I do my dirt in the hood, but I live in the burbs When you talk be careful how you choose your words Cause I send niggas to put ya fuckin brains on the curb Am I my brothers keeper? Yes I am Nigga you know they gettin low you see that gun in my hand G-Unit, dont go fuckin with my soldiers, boy Get laid out, ima say I told you boy See you rollin with 20 niggas, we rolling with 20 guns 16 hollows is loaded in every one I know you slow, so I do the math thats 320 shells flyin at your ass You spend a lot of time talkin about how you ball out When u get hit you gonna run and bleed till u fall down I guess you didnt think we was down to go all out One second, you was wrong You aint on the shit we on My money getting long Now my team getting strong Im gone Gone 50 Cent And Im back to act up so strap up Funk Flex Kingpin style Ya heard me Cmon, cmon Make me cut something Make me bust something Cmon, cmon I want you to Cmon

Yeah, Shout out to Chris Lighty! Violator! You know how I put it down when I put it down nigga, lets go! When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl Your after me cheddar And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl Im after my cheddar I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes When I just wanna chill you wanna go out See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out You say Im wrong when I dog yo ass like I should Now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good When you think about me grinding my fans You either got more than one watch on or its to much time on your hands They say behind every good man is a woman So tash pull up stash the cannon linen Ill never be your chofuer to the mall Youll learn to appreciate cds and posters on the wall Fatal attractions is mad real Last bitch I deaded got crazy and swallowed 50 Advils They say money make the world go round Material things make a ho go down I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG Bitch Im rich but I dont trick on GP Thats 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts Bitch play the strip and put in work Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract Now I got to double up in case the condom snap Look dont ask me for shit man I aint got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I cant sing bitch Bitch Im Luther Vandross in the shower G-UNIT!

I dont wan talk about it Man I dont wanna talk about it Man I dont wan talk about it And I dont wanna talk about it I make millions quick and I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it Im still flippin chickens, I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it These niggas police Go head, ask me what Im ridin in so I can say the Enzo My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk Bitches with me cruisin, Moulin Rouge and They fuckin and they strippin nigga, I aint even trippin nigga Me I handle business; Gods my only witness Watchin homicide, sayin Who the fuck did this? Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayne Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne I dont fuck around boy; you better ask around boy I hit you with the pound, leave yo ass on the ground For, you poppin that bullshit, like I dont pull shit Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich Thats why my name ring bells all around this bitch Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent And I dont wanna talk about it I make millions quick and I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it Im still flippin chickens, I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it Yeah, its the kid nigga, yeah Ayo, big money, my car got the big face Forty-five, my belt got the big eights Niggas hate but Im low seven star Caesar For grimy niggas tryin to line me like {?} preacher You niggas got the nerve, Im at Johannesburg With Mandela nephew blowin heavy herb Then back to the projects, low from the task force The dope spots sellin more shit than Scott Storch Im tired of these pricks, lyin bout bricks Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick Fly in the 60 U.F.O Unidentified flyin object on twenty-fos More money more hoes, more money more clothes Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit dro I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows And my pants three thousand, these aint bullshit clothes I make millions quick and I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it Im still flippin chickens, I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it Nah, uhh B-A, N-K, S-5, 5-oh Or 6-8, M-G, tinted with my eyes low Homie Im a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow You see out on hydro, Luciano blind ho Louie V offended me, {?} in my Bentley C And weekends are the chills, Ima fuck her til she empty Empty on you if you front, til your passenger is stuck Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car I aint them Im different baby, I talk, you listen baby Listen and Ill show you, how money controls you Ill put you in my old school, and let you pop the switch Pocketful in every packet, thats why Im poppin shit I dont forgive I dont forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope thats it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, Im high, Im on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin bitch, you aint hot, you aint rich You a snitch! I make millions quick and I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it Im still flippin chickens, I dont wan talk about it Nah I dont wanna talk about it

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah! Everywhere Im at, everywhere I go I stay surrounded by hoes Even when Im tryna be on the low Im recognized by hoes Man, its gotta be cause of the dough Its got to be cause of the dough Cause the game sure wasnt like this before It wasnt like this before Everywhere Im at, everywhere I go I stay surrounded by hoes Even when Im tryna be on the low Im recognized by hoes Man, its gotta be cause of the dough Its got to be cause of the dough Cause the game sure wasnt like this before It wasnt like this before 50 Cent, Im makin hits now Dont try an act like you aint heard, Im the shit now Some bitches changed, cause they know Im fittin to blow You should see how they react when I come through the door In the club my niggas, we fittin to ball out, drink till we fall out Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out Ill have your punk ass on the dance floor tryna crawl out I had bad luck, then my luck changed up You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up You aint hear what I charge for 16, Im makin a killin These other rap niggas just catching feelings Everywhere Im at, everywhere I go I stay surrounded by hoes Even when Im tryna be on the low Im recognized by hoes Man, its gotta be cause of the dough Its got to be cause of the dough Cause the game sure wasnt like this before It wasnt like this before Haha, yeah Yeah thats it nigga, what the fuck you thought? I aint giving niggas more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle The fuck you want for free, man? Yall niggas be wanting a lot for free man Fuck them other niggas, other niggas cant rap Thats why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing, man You know what I mean Fuck that shit, man, I aint gonna sit there rappin to you all night Haha, the fuck, man? Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork We work hard, nigga, 50 Cent

Yeah, 50, Olivia We both think alike We both think alike, uh-oh! Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home If you invite me in Ill come take it off Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home If you invite me in Ill come take it off Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off Im not gon waste ya time talkin bout shit that you know Im so hood that even when I try to hide it, it shows I be grindin girl Im focused, I be gettin my dough You know that If It aint the flow, than it comes from the Os Plus a nigga like a pimp when it comes to the hoes Every hood, every city all the gangstas now Front on me, and youll be gettin hit up fa sho I make it hot when its twenty muthafuckin below See wit me in VIP you can twist and blow When the champagne finished baby, order some mo Keep a eye on you close while you out on the floor Doin ya move will have a niggas greased if its a swole If ya ready to roll shorty, we can just roll When you ready to go, Ill be ready to go See everything I do, I do on the low So anything we do, nobody will know Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home If you invite me in Ill come take it off Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home If you invite me in Ill come take it off Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off Now look, I know you into the shiny things The platinum, the chains, and the diamond rings The twenty-four inch chrome on the range I see you when you crouch by ya window pane Now shorty, me and you we came up the same The fact before rap, I aint have a thing I hustled, got my weight up, now Im sittin on change I mean I got money out the ass, maine When niggas get the beefin, I be laughin Cause I can send my homies through to blast them Stick em with the hump, or just slash em Now fool are you crazy? Is what we ask em But back to me and you shorty, decide, think First Ill put the burnin, its the g-string Leave it up to me, we can do it my way And get straight to it, skip the fore play Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home If you invite me in Ill come take it off Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off Now shorty we can party till the break of dawn Go head till ya tired than Ill take ya home If you invite me in Ill come take it off Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off

Try to remain calm, you fucking with a don Pocket full of green, green in the bong That bitch with the bow-legged stance turning me on Two mil timepiece, rainbow Tourbillon Niggas still want me dead like Osam But they aint gon make it they come at me wrong Them niggas all workers, Ill smack the shit out they bosses Ferrari, Im stronger than 500 horses Money is power, you niggas better wake up My ear rings blinking, thats old shit from Jacob Add it up, four plus four, thats eight karats You cant run and get you a bill, you aint got it Blackjack we do that, ten grand a hand You can get shot fucking with Floyd, thats my man Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the Money Team Pinky ring flawless, my God Im gorgeous Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, ho remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, dont ring the alarm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, nigga remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb Im chilling like a villain while Im dealing, I am Ruling while Im cooling with my tool in my hand Post up, coast up, this is my life, bitch Up close on ya, youll get stuck with a knife, bitch Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch Got a lot of hoes, but Charlene thats my white bitch The rest of my bitches, nah they aint gon like this But I dont give a fuck cause they all love this nightstick But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs Collar popped up, cool as the Fonz Motherfucker! Have a seat and loosen up Get a glass of some gin, now juice it up, deuces up See its a line there for a reason And if you cross it, no more breathing, ya leaving Believe it - we understand each other? Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in ya, brother - ya dig? Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, ho remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, dont ring the alarm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, nigga remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb Four fifth on that shit, that Glock copped to ya face My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan taste Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out Six inch DaVincis, a bitch finna act out Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like I know what the bread like, my butt give yall headlight Shine like I shine, night or daytime But Nah, na na na na Make a nigga wan buy everything I say buy - ma na na na na Get wet, I got that comeback, that crack My assets is my ass, jack Stun, I tell my niggas right where yo stash at You fucking with a Southside bitch, I go where the money go Im madam put on a stroll, Get my money ho Catch me in Ferragamo or Dolce & Gabbana Or , Im B squared up, what Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, ho remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, dont ring the alarm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, nigga remain calm Remain calm, you fucking with a don Remain calm, this a Al-Qaeda bomb

They cant keep a good man down Always keep a smile when they want me to frown Keep the vibes and I stood my grounds They will never ever take my crown, nah They will never ever take my crown, nah They will never ever take my crown, nah Im still shit, I meet yall ready Fuck around will be reading your obituary My whip clean, my watch gleam 9 karats ho, thats what I call a pinky ring Dont even trick, my heart cold Im round the globe, Im on parole I ball hard, I go hard They say Im grimy, up to no good Oh god Shawty work that, we should work that She a canna, she damn close to perfect I might want stunt, throw a hunned racks Get my man strapped, he gonn get my money back Im ghetto right, Im super hood Im shitting on these niggas like they knew I would Im ghetto right, Im super hood Im shitting on these niggas like they knew I would Who Jah bless I say no man curse Things get better when they thought it would be worst Here comes the officer asking for ah search They found no weapons just only a draw first They found no weapons just only a draw first They found no weapons just only a draw first Gram after gram, time after time I got the grind I cant help it, I gotta shine I do it big, you stupid big I could fit like half the projects in my crib You stick around, Im outta here You on the ground, Im in the lear I love yachts, a 9 boats Either way, come a nigga got you picking dough They done made me mad, now Im in my bad And Im back with the strap catch a case be the case Rich nigga swag Every step I take, every lil itsy bitsy move I make Turn the big bags a birthday cake I can even fit this shit in my safe Wait! Got more money coming, try not to hate Why you think a nigga in and out a state? Im a pro, Imma low when I operate I get the bread, I blow the bread Im flashing, Im shining I get the bread, I blow the bread My bitches, my diamonds Who Jah bless I say no man curse Things get better when they thought it would be worst Here comes the officer asking for ah search They found no weapons just only a draw first They found no weapons just only a draw first They found no weapons just only a draw first

If you think you can fuck with 50 You got to be cra-zeeeee I wont do a joint witchu, no matter how much Your label try an pay meeeee Im on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy Its simple, I see youd like to be me Yall niggas, cant fade meeeee I could be a gentleman or gangster, the bitch done chose Got semi-autos to put holes in, niggas and hoes My wrist all froze, for flicks I pose Fiends sample my Ds and those, I suppose thats about a 9 So far the grands stack for niggas sniffin white lines Sell anything under the sun to get mines, Im gon shine Stunt for the summer, H2 Hummer, got paper now Im picky Change the rims, drape the watch, trade the Timbs, I upgrade Now Im paid - catch me in the Trump Tower lobby Strokin other niggas hoes is my hobby Treat me like Kemosabe, suck me baby I roll with Shady and Dr. Dre, ohhhh~! Im down to, try my luck, see if I can fingerfuck in the truck G-5, 50 so live Soon as my zipper go down her eyes wide Got her in the telly on the bed with her hands tied, wooo! If you think you can fuck with 50 You got to be cra-zeeeee I wont do a joint witchu, no matter how much Your label try an pay meeeee Im on top of hip-hop, I run with Aftermath And motherfuckin Shadyyyyy Its simple, I see youd like to be me Yall niggas, cant fade meeeee {16 seconds of instrumental} Is this what you want? G-Unit, Gods Plan!!

I get down, I get down, I get down I get down, I get down I get down, I get down, I get down I get down, I get down Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot Oh, I think she like me, hell yeah, she like me My watch game crazy, Audemars so icy She like it when I stunt, me Im what she want Im in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread Got money out the asshole, the money on my head Dont mean nothing, I said dont mean nothing The Rosé in the Rover, Im drinking and Im driving That nigga try and get at me Im pulling out and firing To see if Im stunting, the piece it aint nothing Royal fees aint nothing, I just blow a little something Now shorty got a thing for me, she feel like Im the shit My guess is Im the kind of nigga she wanna be with Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot She want me, yeah yeah, she want me She want me, why you think she on me? Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot She want me, yeah yeah, she want me She want me, why you think she on me? Get it, get it, get it Im a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed Shell be an A student time she get out my bed Im flashy, Im rolling with the stones Get at me, Im moving with the chrome A made man, a Don Corleone No matter where Im at Im doing what the fuck I want Im shining, my wrists all canary Now try me, I keep a shooter near me Im grinding like I aint made my first mil Like I aint signed a first deal, like I aint at the first meal Im hungry, I really want it all Now watch me, Ill show you how to ball Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot She want me, yeah yeah, she want me She want me, why you think she on me? Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot She want me, yeah yeah, she want me She want me, why you think she on me? Get it, get it, get it Life in the fast lane, fast car, fast cash Freak bitch, fast ass Im where the money at, mane, fast on the draw Fast running from the law She like the bad boys, the bad boys, the bad boys She like the bad boys, the bad boys, the bad boys Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot She want me, yeah yeah, she want me She want me, why you think she on me? Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot Get it, get it, get it hot She want me, yeah yeah, she want me She want me, why you think she on me? Get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it

If a bitch dont like me Somethin wrong with the bitch Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now? Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know Thats how the shit work, you know what Im sayin They supposed to love me now baby Im doin it now baby Hahahaha Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? Ive been wantin to fuck wit you for quite a while Is the money makin you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul Whoa... if moneys gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright Whattup Shorty, I aint seen you in many moons Talk to me, hows life been treatin you? good I hope You got a smile that only a fool would forget And a figure thatll leave a nigga droolin and shit There I was, kickin my game, pickin her brain Buggin cause a while back I met this bitch on the train She wasnt feelin me, I pulled up, she wouldnt talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit But on the sidewalk we aint play games We exchanged numbers and names I went back to the Range I heard her Girlfriend whisperin I know that nigga, he rich She think I got six whips cause me and my Man switch Anyway, her name is CeCe She said she go to BMCC Push a 98 328 with chrome BBS She said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV She liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin to G me Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? Ive been wantin to fuck wit you for quite a while Is the money makin you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul Its hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya Type thatll hold down the Tre pound for ya They into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls These trick niggas fucked up, they done gave em the World Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit? Oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you bout the dick? Nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit? Platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it That I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin of it Know you wouldnt fuck with me if I had no ends Probably wouldnt fuck in the whip if it wasnt a Benz I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints Man, I dont care if these hoes love me or not Long as I rhyme hot Im gettin head in my drop It goes on and on and on and it dont stop Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? Ive been wantin to fuck wit you for quite a while Is the money makin you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul One thing you can always count on is change And a rich nigga to come put shit in the game Had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range Wouldve felt broke if you couldnt get your change Now its hard to find us or stay behind us While we on the 900 double R Hondas Watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips While Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs All these hoes aint Madonna fans but all across the World You can find a material Girl I sip Dom till I earl Take em two at a time Quick I get in they mind Have em thinkin they mine Bust off then tell em Bust a Uey, on mo time Im like the reason yall niggas cant eat this year Got your bitch breakin her neck to peep this here Cmon... uh huh... cmon Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? Ive been wantin to fuck wit you for quite a while Is the money makin you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on... Yo, Shorty... tell your friends yall aint fuckin with us... Aww man... look... he aint mean that shit... Cmon thats just records... niggas is playin... We wasnt serious and shit...

Uh Uh huh You know what this is Imma let em run around one more time I drop sumpin on yall Its like... its like Whats it like? My microphones and Glock nines Black? Im dipped in that The beats, my mash, jam you for the platinum you have Run it, the illest, watch me become it Im here, and took it bowling, like straight to the wig Speak truth like kids, tell you what you dont know Kobe? Yeah, hes real with the flow Kick in the do wavin the four-four All you heard was stop, cant take the hits no more Ha, didnt know I had your block on SWAT? Im CIA, yall nuttin but beat cops I rock like my mas mean, name is cocaine Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you cane Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock? Think again, you find you lost your mind and judgement My confidence, springs from watching yall fall Aw, forced to hustle, rap in charge Imma hop in your brain, tell you whatchu thinkin Yes, I am speakin, but I aint writin So cold, I put the ice in nicest You too broke to pay attention My style is priceless If you say murder that means Im a Thug Poet If I say my mind kills that means Im a Thug Poet If I say that Im a flock that means Im a Thug Poet And when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of booze Shanks and twos, its the gangstas, Langston Hughes My poems about broken homes and Jesus pieces Dope is the Popes in Rome Poetical field, thug overtone, its like what, yo? Bring it home, we both go gone Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone My life style, chromosomes frost, hope to clone The crack lust, black dust, and the gat bust The claps, the lackluster, memoirs of the black hustler Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day Its hard to reach, to smell God anyway Money, think backdrop payin gray? Man, rubber-gripped on that rainy day Peep the way I came to play One aim at the game, reign and stay Every stain is straight from objective, insane Ey just dont know, Im two ticks from blowing a hole through music But Im more than pimp-whoring him for the street wise You met the ren Cuz I open neath in the weed, hydrogen Jam my eyes to skin, guide some of our wisest men Until the skies of sin I pray for the day we see you rise again Uh Thug Poet Street analyst is this, the Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to Thug Poet Flows for your block, Hip-Hop Thug Poet Thug Poet Aiyyo, everybody know 50 aint know how to act I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats Yall got fat while we starved, its my turn Shit, I done felt how a slug burned, I still wont learn Niggas in the hood a-tell ya 50 crazy I had your moms screamin They done shot my baby Son, I yap your shine, I clap the nine, I slap you Im not one of them niggas you wanna fuck with I spit the shit that make ya keep listenin Keep my wrists glistenin I left niggas alone and they still think Im dissin em Im on some new shit, S-Type baby blue shit Niggas talk behind my back but dont do shit I aint looking for love, duke, Im looking for respect I leave you with options, like die or hit the deck Im a thug poet, you know what I came for, the dough Clap-clap, yall niggas get the fuck on the floor, floor Thug Poet

Where did you get this stuff? Columbia Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I do a line? Yeah, go ahead; fuck it, lets all do one {All sniffing} I cant feel my face I mean I can touch it, but I cant feel it... inside Cocaine – I know police is watchin Cocaine – Hustlin, Im not stoppin Cocaine – I got to get my money, you think shit is funny Me Im bout my business – Cocaine Columbian girl, Peruvian chick She make the money roll and I love the bitch Know she aint a virgin, but she pure For the right price Ill let you fuck with her raw A little like a pimp, Im your pusher man She could make us both rich nigga, yes, she can You want your own spot, lets talk locations Then talk market and the public relations Everybodys watchin But no one talks about it Right now – thats all it was, anything call it She said Sex just aint the same without it Cocaine – I know police is watchin Cocaine – Hustlin, Im not stoppin Cocaine – I got to get my money , you think shit is funny Me Im bout my business – Cocaine Every little step I take , you will be there Every little step I make , well be together So grateful , so faithful Every gram in the hands more paper Ill cut it, you sniff it, or smoke it, terrific Movie stars, models and blondes and cocaine New York, L.A. – s all the same The angels look the other way Cause they can understand my pain Cocaine – I know police is watchin Cocaine – Hustlin, Im not stoppin Cocaine – I got to get my money , you think shit is funny Me Im bout my business – Cocaine You niggas got a problem, yeah A big motherfucking problem At a minimum, Ima have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfucking head, ya dig? Oh shit Cocaine {echoes}

If I cant eat man if I cant shine Its just a matter of time Before I back out runnin round wit my nine Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas aint got work Stains from my work, grape drink on my t-shirt Blowin whites back and forth, beef boy was on the block Niggas watchin bootleg flicks in the barber shop Tony he was up in it, talkin bout dis and dat Sayin niggas owe him money they gon pay him or get clapped Man when it come to the bread niggas know what im about Nigga owe me 7 grams Im tryna air his ass out Call the connect four times this nigga aint callin back All of sudden hes pumpin now dat niggas aint got crack Banks in the projects fuckin wit bitches that fuck bitches Tryna get by her to give her sumthin in her momma kitchen This rap shit just came to me son its like I be havin visions After being shot the fuck up I make better decisions I sat-back taught my soldiers how to re-act El took my trey pound and blew blacks heart out his back The beef dont mean nuttin to me son Im always in drama Shit I say in my rap is real I put that on my momma Say a prayer before I sleep, Lord bless me wit sum cake And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul he take If I cant eat man if I cant shine Its just a matter of time Before I back out runnin round wit my nine Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE

{this song borrows the beat and style from Raphael Saadiqs Be Here} echo YEAH!, youre rockin wit the talk of New York Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent G-UNIT, and here we go! (Saadiq sings you should be here, and other parts of the song In the background throughout the intro and most of the song) - You should be here wit me bitch You should come and make me rich Girl you know you need a pimp Girl you know you drive me crazy You should be here wit me bitch Girl you know you drive me crazy Bitch, - Bright and early in the mornin come up short with my money And for sure Ill kick your ass bitch You fuckin with them other niggas But you know you love the niggas, switch to a pimp bitch You fit into my stable of hoes You from Atlanta, Im from New York, but Im throwin them bows Right here next to me Girl I know you tired of fuckin for free - You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call You should be down on your knees, tryin to break me off You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind - {50 Cent} Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer Im a winner, Im aint a regular nigga, ho Runnin wit a pro, I aint a beginner Niggas know, what, you wanna percentage, no {Hell no} Walkin the track, rain, hail, sleet, snow Anythin to speed up the process of the cash flow {gotta get that money man} Catchin a date, and breakinll keep me straight Even if you gotta take it in the ass hole {you take it in the ass} - You should be that bitch that come Everytime I call You should be down on your knees Tryin to break me off You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind - Uh, yeah, Look, I dont really need you, I get my dough, bitch I got some Coupes, I got some jeeps, I got some mo shit I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels Im internationally known, man everybody know me Way down in McNolly, they feelin me wodie , but you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP , you should be here with me babe You should be here with me babe . Girl you know you drive me crazy Girl you know you drive me crazy You should be here with me babe I just wanna drive ya babe You should be here I told yall motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin over this shit man We run the hood And we run these motherfuckin offices Yall be wiling If yall hear , the fuckin Chase these crackers thats cuttin us right now Man you still local Im out the hood man , Cmon You should be), you should be here with me babe You should be here with me babe . Girl you know you drive me crazy Girl you know you drive me crazy You should be here with me babe I just wanna drive ya babe You should be here

Yeah, 50 I make it feel brand new Yes they tell me You make me feel brand new, ha ha Fuck with me, yeah It go one for the money, two for the dough Three for the pimping now early with the hoes Four for my niggas running around with .44s Repping that five all the way live I got a style that reign supreme, Bentley made to lean Pull up say what up?, make a major scene Stunt, flash the cream, nine laser beam Its hard to miss your team, just follow that dot then pop One for the money Two for the show Three to get the honies , here we go One for the money Two for the show Three to get the honies , here we go Im a Southside nigga, you can come through and ask for me Systems thumping and pumping, 2Pac blast for me Cali show me love, but me Im from the East Im guessing Im bi-costal when Im on Dre beats I get paper, stack paper, blow paper Make paper, take paper, Im major I cake up, new Jacob, nigga, wake up You owe straight up, pay up or get sprayed up M-O-N-E-Y, its all good with me Cause finally I can afford the life of luxury And I remember in the day mamma had to work so hard Just to pay the rent, all the money spent Had to get another job And now were living in an eight room mansion on the hill And we sipping on, sipping on champagne when we chill And we riding the Lex, Coupe, Beamers and the Benz All over the world from the East to the West coast were making ends See, we do it One for the money Two for the show Three to get the honies , here we go One for the money Two for the show Three to get the honies , here we go The show is what we live for cause we love to sing We gonna freak you up and down Its how we do our thing And to the ladies in the house tonight Looking fly, you got it right Its gonna be an after party and Ive got to have somebody And take her to my eighteen room mansion on the hill Well be sipping on Champagne when we chill And were riding in the Lex, Coupe, Beamer and the Benz All the players from the East to the West Coast, were making ends This is why we do it One for the money Two for the show Three to get the honies , here we go One for the money Two for the show Three to get the honies , here we go One for the money Two for the show, three to get the honies here we go One for the money Two for the show, three to get the honies , here we go Why we sing? Why we sing? Its the joy it brings , joy it brings You know that you like our style, the reason why, yeah (You gotta hear me when this shit is playing And Im in the shower, man) The reason why we do what we do See we got a love for the music Simple as one, two, three, sing it One for the money, two for the show Three to get the honies , here we go One for the money, two for the show Three to get the honies, here we go Man, you gonna be able to play this tape Until I hear this shit coming outta every car, man

Remo the Hitmaker, woah-woah, the West Never would you think Id get this far But I just keep grindin harder Ive been down so many times before If you only knew the pain that I endured Ive had some people turn they backs on me A few held me down and most didnt believe But a nigga didnt give up When I put on I do it for yall You dont know the things that I went through Had the heart and soul with everything I do It took so long just to get me here And out of all the people why you mad at me? Why you mad at me for? Why you mad at me for? Why you mad at me for? Why you mad at me for? Why you mad at me for? Is it the Bentley, the Rolls? The i8 when the doors flip open? Its fly, fly, niggas hatin and why, why? Got all the threads on fleek, I dont rock none cheap Fuck with your bitch for the nights, she aint the type I keep Im pushin life to the limits, why you mad at me? Go head, nigga, trip if you want, I got a mag with me I aint with the talkin, bitch, I dont give no fucks Niggas talk that gangsta shit, I dont see em pullin up Ta-tattoos and bullet wounds, little nigga, we been in this shit You can get it started if you want, but we gon finish it You dont like to see a nigga out here tryin to eat, right? Youd rather push us til we at you with the heat like... You dont know the things that I went through Had the heart and soul with everything I do It took so long just to get me here And out of all the people why you mad at me? Why you mad at me for? Why you mad at me for? Why you mad at me for? Why you mad at me for? Why you mad at me for? You dont know the things that I went through Had the heart and soul with everything I do It took so long just to get me here And out of all the people why you mad at me?

G-Unit! Yeah! You better kill me! 50, lemme get these niggas! Get ’em Buck! I brush my teeth, load my clip, and go bust my heat I’m in too deep, I can’t say fuck the streets I need some sleep, the fiends still comin’ Bush ’bout to blow this bitch up. Better get money Dead bodys get picked up. On daily routines now Niggas we’re digital, but they work triple beams now I’m livin’ for me now, cuz I done went to war with the other side Lucky me, cuz the enemies mother and brother died Hot shot gun shell’s and teflon chest plate’s It’s tatt’ed on my arm nigga, thugin’ till my death day Y’all niggas just wait, right after my court date It’s gonna get grimey, like New York say Bitch niggas horse play, real niggas gon’ spray Bang the fo’, change clothes, and come back the same day Better holla mayday, cuz we comin’ And we gunnin’ at any muthafucka want sumthin’ They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga, and I will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas’ll put a hole in ya ass, and that’s real They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga, and I will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas’ll put a hole in ya ass, and that’s real I’m already dead, can’t kill me nigga And even if I do die, I’m still gon’ kill ya I’m unfamiliar with alot of these soldiers I go out in the road, and niggas think that it’s over Runnin’, the fiends all puttin too much soda on the D’ You would think niggas know, cuz they older than me Been here longer than me, and still piecein’ a ounce out How can ya’ be a birdman, if you don’t know how to count It’s back to the black gloves, and home invasions Puttin’ holes in a nigga, the size of a gold Dayton No I’m not waitin on nothin, no more Eather you pay me what you wwe me, or I’m cuttin’ ya throat Nigga ya baby momma know me, go and ask the ho How I done tied her ass up over a bag of dope I’ll be glad to go to the pen over revenge I’m comin’ out the same way, a nigga went in They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga, and I will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas’ll put a hole in ya ass, and that’s real They say thou shall not steal, thou shall not kill But rub me the wrong way, nigga, and I will Thou shall not cheat, thou shall not squeel Cuz niggas’ll put a hole in ya ass, and that’s real Boom! G-Unit! We on some military shit nigga You better kill us all, cuz we commin’ Muthafucka’s!

Eh, eh, eh-eh T-Pain WY Records Señorita, hemos regresado Doble, Yandel 50 If you trying to leave then go ahead leave Then if you gonna go, where you gonna go? Feels like Im out here reaching Cuz Im trying to teach you theirs so many things that you dont know Said I was your closest friend and whos closer then? I wasnt close enough to try again I told I need you to breathe and you still wanna leave This shit I cant comprehend You know, I confuse myself trying to figure you out Now tell me whats this really about How your head get so full of doubt It feels negative everything out your mouth, baby, cmon No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no Sigue prendía la Cherry Yo ando con mi shorty Pasándola bien chillin Chillin Chillin Hangueando con la bori Bebiéndome una Henny De camino pal party, party, party Why did we have to go, both in our separate ways Didnt you stop to think about me almost every day I think about you and I say, you were made just for me Even you perfect imperfections fit me perfectly Imma be what you need girl Leave to me you better believe that You thinking you need to breath and I need to leave and I cant believe that Soon you will be back No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no I dont want anything to stop No shawty you just too hot For me-me-me baby-by-by, no-oh-oh Girl, your not the same Your in love with T-Pain And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around Watching your booty hit the ground Cuz I can do that and we can go back to where I live and keep it pumpin No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no Su brillo me enloquece Su olor me da la musa Para ponerme creativo Y mientras más yo sigo Con ella más me motivo Y mis sentidos se ponen sensitivos Ella se prende, se maquilla, se viste Se monta en el carro y se enciende Mami, caliente Borrachos los do haciendo cosita diferentes Yo te veo y tengo un deseo Móntate en la nave pa darte un paseo Con su meneo, meneo, meneo, meneo Ella me calma y yo me olvido del tiroteo Tiene truco, y anda en el Mercedes buscando quien la descongele Ella llega a la mansión tres niveles Y en la cama caliente Se pone agresiva y no hay quien la pare Ella enseguida quiere hacer maldade Que la acorrale Que la tire, la hale Que todo se vale Que dispare No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos que se apague, no No dejemos No dejemos que se apague, no Elemental, Yandel, los líderes trabajan con los líderes Colegas, estamos con el sniper desde arriba, jajajajaja Sus movimientos todavía son erráticos ¡Wisin & Yandel! The warriors! Jajajajaja T-Pain Victor El Nasi Nesty W, Yandel En conexión con 50 Cent Y todavía se atreven decir que son los número uno, jajajajaja Seguimos controlando a los químicos en conexión con Hyde La Gerencia

Yeah Feels good I might be the crookest nigga movin around with 3 felonies I get a laugh at all the bullshit niggas be tellin me My hood full of niggas like Marky and Bill Bellamy Them funny niggas will get ya, so keep the heat with ya Its Ferrari Nigga, my name hold weight, like a diesel nigga on a bitch pressed up state Heres my number, 94R6378 In case you thought the shit I say in my lines fake I make a mess in the mess hall - cause a brawl Caught you catchin no charge; oh God Whys my life so hard? Cause I aint book-smart, they think Im a retard No, I dont know much about the French I talk All I know is when that drama pop off, these pussies is shook This is Rikers Island pain talk; your phone time’s my chalk My time is my time, and your times mine, punk Cut you from ear to ear, Im a rider Wherever Im in or out, Im me Whether Im locked or Im free Whatever Im at, Im who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me Im a rider Wherever Im in or out, Im me Whether Im locked or Im free Whatever Im at, Im who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me Any nigga with a glass jaw gotta get his shit cracked Soon as I touch the bricks, I bust a clip and take the strip back Give me money for a week; I could flip that They had my face while Im juxin you when I push your shit back used to carry billy clubs, Trey-eight slugs Now they carry nines but I got hollows in mine I see my homies on the corner, burnin a dutch Take a ; next thing you know, Im fucked up Every Tuesday Im in parole, listenin to niggas Lyin through they teeth bout how they holdin fingers You make police contact? Stayin out of trouble? Got a job yet? Im still sellin dope Im just playin Let me piss in a cup And I got shit I gotta do; you really fuckin me up See you, I could talk to you; you know whats up All that drug program shit be slowin me up Im a rider Wherever Im in or out, Im me Whether Im locked or Im free Whatever Im at, Im who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me Im a rider Wherever Im in or out, Im me Whether Im locked or Im free Whatever Im at, Im who I be You know you wanna be a rider like me

Sh-sh-sh-shady Aftermath, haha G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha Ive become so numb Can I get an encore Do you want more Ive become so numb Can I get an encore Do you want more Ive become so numb Can I get an encore Do you want more Get your ass up for the doctor One more time, get your ass up for the doctor Come on now, here we go Cliff hanger, its another club banger Got you hangin on the edge of your seat Get on down Times up, games over, you lose, I win bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Ooh yeah, new year, next phase, begin Look whos got you goin crazy again Im a trend, I set one every time Im in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means your something that we already had But once youre gone, you dont come back, too bad Youre off the map now, radar cant even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around just playin the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin Sit and observe, listen, youll learn if you pay attention Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond World-wide, were on the charts with a bullet and still climbin Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need yall to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time When Dr. Dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk Crunk, crunk, crunk And when 50 cent says jump, you get on one foot and jump Jump, jump, jump, jump The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it I dont gotta promote it for you to know that doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin off the henges We aint showin off, we just goin off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off Who the fck is Doc impressin? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record We gon have this mutherfcker hoppin in a second Thats why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestle with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom if it wasnt for rap to bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Grace the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the cape crusaders And leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic And we can play the back and forth all day Like the hot potato game, thats why we came to First we came here to set this party off right Lets bounce tonight Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise Ive become so numb So for one last time I need yall to roar One last time I need yall to roar Every step that I take is another mistake to you And every second I waste is more than I can take Ive become so numb I cant feel you there Ive become so tired so much more aware Im becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Ive become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go Its no secret, everybody know When Dres involved, theres plenty money involved And plenty honeys involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, everyday its just another party from the valleys All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, lets rally Hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre is about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You could catch me in the studio bangin out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker So never say never cause Shady Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records presents the return of the-the Doc No one could do it better We tear the club up and leave without a strand of evidence and uh Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need yall to roar Ive become so numb So for one last time I need yall to roar One last time I need yall to roar

Disrespectful And to think, I let you breathe Now youre dead Theres no war without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker youll see Death around the corner Is that my dawg, that slapped that cat? Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right Fuck around Ill get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey Its a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey Got the Gemstars to rip em, hundred shots to clip em Body bags they zip em, and we dont know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think its over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, bang, bang, bang Theres no war without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker youll see Death around the corner Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur See like a sniper, lil nigga evry night is war Ride like a Lambo, stunt like Im out of town Strapped like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Give everything up I wont, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I cant, Im outside his camp Im bout a dollar boy and dollar billsll kill Kill that bullshit, Im famous but Im ridin with the steel Will throw it all away, I see you later today Youll see em fadin away, thats all Im able to say Theres no war without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker youll see Death around the corner Yeah, its the enforcer Yayo We could do it in broad daylight In front of the White House for all I care I blow your heart out your body sucka Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber Black ski mask, the Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day its the GT, stunt off of G.P Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock, Mossberg pumpin Im stuntin, focused like a digital camera Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer Nigga who you tryin to ride on? Im a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on Theres no war without casualties End up in a wake when you fuck with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherfucker youll see Death around the corner Death around the corner, corner

Sprinkle a little 2Pac on it Im legendary Im necessary They call me Ferrari they call me 50 Call me big homie Hah I got a bad bitch over the crib, Im finna pop her off Nigga call me in 30 I beat her and dropped her off Its a quickie the ass and the lips are super soft And to top it off, she topped me off Niggas trynna front on my swag, knock it off Put the strap to the back of your knot and knock it off Homicide they have to come through, block it off Thats what they do after that choppa get to choppin off They say a nigga off, and think a nigga off Im on the runway one way takin off I tell a chick, pay a pimp, bitch, break it off I smack a ho, that aint shit bitch, shake it off Off and on, these niggas be off and on And it go And it go Off and on, me, Im never off, Im on And it go And it go Go head and ask about 50s Ferrari, I never take a loss Im a boss, tell niggas to let it off, set it off Diamond cloth, flush lawn, its floss at all costs God damnit it all costs, get it now, half off Diamond stud show off, niggas swag is so off They stunt till I go off, the 6 hour blow off My wahi mahi-mahi teriyaki Im so cocky Who the fuck out here to stop me, nigga haters sit and watch me And it seem like it is but its not the same man niggas aint got what I got my man Got a flow so pure like brick cocaine nigga bitch wanna be my secret man Freaky thing you eat that thing, every now and then I beat that man She tell a nigga not to say a thing, but I cant keep a secret man Off and on, these niggas be off and on And it go And it go Off and on, me, Im never off, Im on And it go And it go

Yeah! Yeah! Its Tim-Unit Nigga Yeah! You know I like how I sound on that nigga! Huh! Ugh, nigga, your time is up, I aint come to kid you I knew you niggas was dumb, but how dumb is you? Thinkin you could see the king when you unofficial You dont wanna go to war cause I launch these missiles Im a ride or die nigga, I be tearin shit up We aint like them other fools, so dont compare em to us All the hoes love a nigga, they be backin it up But me, I love money, I be stackin it up When my bandwagon pull up, they hop on board They hop right on mine and hop right off yours I get respect, homie, all across the board I get a quarter mil a track without an award Ever wanna test a nigga? Then come see me In the street, I hold my ground like Im concrete I know shit aint sweet, so when shit get deep Im rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep, nigga I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me Yeah! Nigga, you violate, I regulate, rata-tat-tat Bigger shells, they fit in that banana clip jack Run and the bullseye form on your back Hard to miss with a full clip in the mac I got ammo, ammo, I load, reload Cut a nigga quick, yeah, my knife game lethal That tough guy shit, nigga, thats what I see through You like a three-course meal, motherfucker, I eat you You food, and Im in the mood So front, I let the hammer fly Nigga, you could duck, run for cover or die Your choice, you choose, I pop, you move Like you aint shot, you been shot Nigga, your blood on the street You up shits creek, you can hardly speak You startin to get weak, your eyes close, your life flash Your hearts slow, your heart stop, yo ass dead, youre fucked, kid I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me Im like Nicolas Cage, Yay is the Ghost Rider P89, yeah, I like my toast lighter Costa Rica to Brazil, I got my hoes in the Lear While your bitch bald-headed like Britney Spears Im in the projects, gettin dope and piff money Two more flips, thats Anna Nicole Smith money Fuck a G4, Im in a G500, G450, G550 Thats airplane talk, Im the aviator man Baby AR, shoot your baby out your hands Spaghetti and corn bread mix got me blunted This ho talkin bout she dont fuck on a empty stomach Buy out the mall and hug the block A hundred thou woodgrain in a Phantom drop Then I cruise in the club, got my Rug in the club Pay the bouncer a buck, now my uz in the club, yeah, nigga! I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me I give it to whoever want it, if you want it, come see me You know where Im at if you want it, if you want it, come get me

While rubbing elbows in the hills of high society I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me Built the bullshit sense of pride inside of me On a rise to fly car hating on varieties Look, I don’t need no bitch niggas surrounding me Get caught, you better stick to the codes that you provided, b If you dont plead the 5th you get your whole shit split So called kingpins get real money to snitch I know it sound hard to believe this bullshit But sometimes you need money to see who you cool with See niggas hustle hard and cop them a few whips They end up popping niggas they used to be cool with I’m a street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur Furs, suede, my car’s the core Nigga I been a boss I employed my boys And show em a bunch of shit they never seen before I got a business mind That block is mine, that brick and them Glocks is mine I got a business mind That drop is mine, these knots and this watch is mine I got a business mind You can’t stop my shine A nigga got a World Guiness book grind I got a business mind And I pop my 9, fuck around find out in time I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed Got niggas thatll do the shit just cause they bored Man I ain’t even gotta tell niggas what for You think you cool but I swat your type of fly Yeah you crossed your Ts but you forgot your Is That’s why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of Corporate America gangstas we got em tearing up We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us We feel the life that we live is unfair to us America’s an oven, you got to break bread for us Go hard or die soft is what was said to us So if it’s gunplay you gon get shot instead of us Crackers be thinking they one step ahead of us I say shit like that to let em know that I’m aware of it We keep accountants to count, I got lawyers to share, kid Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch They said death or jail is what’s ahead of us So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is Im a Street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur Fur or suede, my car’s the core Nigga I’ve been a boss I employed my boys Matter fact, I dont even wanna chat no more

WHY HAVENT YOU LEARNED ANYTHING!!! Uh, uh, uh One two one two Uh, uh, uh, uh Nigga I run Nigga G-Unit is One thing bout my music It hit you feel the pain Nigga I’ll take control of your brain Listen now nigga I’m not playing Are you ready for that? Soldier, soldier grab your gat I show you who to aim it at Bang, bang, bang run toss the gat No, no, no, no lookin’ back Nigga leave the watch We aint come for that Bitch quit playing Where the paper at Shit I rolled ace I’m shooting it back Everybody know how my paper stack Twenty inch chrome on the Cadillac Automatic shotgun Can you handle that? On the bullshit Nigga that’s a fact Ride through the motherfucking hoods strapped Put work in nigga that’s that Cocked to bust it and you’ll blast back Got a little money wanna flash that Before the wolves come out and blast gats Pedal to the metal nigga mash that Before your ass end up in a casket I said in a casket Who shot Biggie Smalls? We dont get em They gon kill us all Man Puffy know who hit that nigga Man that nigga soft He scared them boys from the Westsidell break him off Dump on his ass So he run to Harlem shake em off Nigga I run Nigga G-Unit is Nigga I run Nigga G-Unit is Oh I guess this means I wont be invited to the white parties In the Hamptons I dont give a fuck I dont wanna hang out with you punk ass no way Get me motherfucking running around This nigga Ma$e Now you wanna play games Dont wanna make the deal nigga Man Ill fuck your shit up nigga Is you crazy nigga Matter fact you know what I dont wanna do the deal no more Fuck the deal nigga You wanna play games You wanna waste my motherfucking time nigga Time is money nigga You wasting the motherfucking money nigga Alright I see what you trying to do But I dont know why you doing what you trying to do Why you want to make me tell everybody what Misa told me Now you go on and send me fifty thousand dollars For this nigga travel fees You know air fare, hotel space For that last tour nigga Or I’ll really service your ass nigga...

Fix your motherfuckin face nigga! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of fuckin monkeys... I been shot, I been stabbed, I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have, just so all you niggas can live I never thought there would come a day When my people would turn me away And it really tears me apart, cause I deserve a Purple Heart Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me I, I showed you what a soldiers about, nigga you should salute me Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and lovin it The hood know Im the dude that governed it Paved the way for my sons, laid down the cement for my semen Aint my fault yall got stuck in it Lately, it change like the weather, one minute they love me Then they hate me; Im through with shenanigans I dont care if dudes aint a fan of him Cant checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin Talkin bout they wan go somewhere to meet me Man they just wan go somewhere to meet me Easy dont involve cops in it Got the key to my city, how the FUCK you think you got locked in it? Bitch! 21 Rugers on the hip of 21 goons, 21-gun salutin Bloody funds is what murder money becomes 21 bodies on all 21 guns You from the D and you dont fuck with me, you lame The streets and the internet fuck with me the same So later for that punk shit, cause nigga Ill smoke you Thats why they say I stay on that blunt shit Niggasll spray you up before they wet your lady up Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut your baby up And Im in line with the bread I hold niggas down doin time in the feds, Pharoahe, talk to em I been shot, I been stabbed, I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have, just so all you niggas can live I never thought there would come a day When my people would turn me away And it really tears me apart, cause I deserve a Purple Heart Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me I, I showed you what a soldiers about, nigga you should salute me Properly greet a general Id have to take steps down to be on a pedestal I am what the 1-8 after the 7 do Give it my all but you want more, you lil beggar you! Mean its terrible, I showed hip-hop anyones edible Never give somethin thats not respectable Never spit somethin thats not incredible Never sold my soul for numbers left of the decimal I done fucked up movements like cerebral palsy You dont know me, dont pause me - Ill throw lead at you Mean I earned every stripe and you know it When you see me put yo hand on yo head and push it forward Before shots land on your head and push it forward Eastside Long Beach, Im only pushin four words I organize a street massacre You haters know I broke bread with at least half of ya Out of town, hundred pound weed trafficker Got niggas rockin Long Beach fitteds in East Africa I been stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part Like my Grape Street niggas I got a Purple Heart I kill your bitch at the beauty salon on Windham They take a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow Waitin for you to run out and say somethin Come out your face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin Bloaw! So move now I been shot, I been stabbed, I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have, just so all you niggas can live I never thought there would come a day When my people would turn me away And it really tears me apart, cause I deserve a Purple Heart Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should salute me I, I showed you what a soldiers about, nigga you should salute me

She want to sex me of course Cause I pull up in a Porsche I make love to the money But she can’t one stop my voice Got a shit load of hundreds Got a bag full of loud Got a hand full of 20’s I threw that shit in the crowd I’m playing 50 and Gucci Don’t play with 50 or Gucci Cause they got goonies that do you That hit your ass with the uzi All my fans protest at my most recent arrest I smoke nothing but the best Here a toast of success And little mama want to creep with me I know she want to sleep with me It gotta be the g in me Cause aint no R&B in me Mr. Icecream man call me Mr. TMZ Like a blindfolded man niggas aint seeing me It’s Gucci I just brought a drop just recently I killed the parking lot just recently I just brought a whip just recently I made another flip just recently I just bust a check just recently I bust a bad bitch just recently I’m screaming out “who want a piece of me?!” I just got a deal just recently 50 and Gucci nigga this shit equals bread Homie fuck with the paper, Im trying to take off your head We get the check from the music, we get the cash from the trap When it comes to the money nigga we right where its at Where it at! where it at! where it at! where it at! here it is! The sickest shit, we filthy fucking nigga rich Always on some crazy shit, blame it on some baby shit Lambo round that autobahn, speeding like I bought a lot Aint got to talk to get a bitch, what you think we bought it for Catch me riding solo, you know I got the strap That pistol like them pills ho you know im popping that I hit that button on your block and drop the top on my convertible I’m known to find a nosey rat but aint nobody heard of you They call me king, cha-ching that money coming in Man everything I seen is over cause I’m hood My pinky ring, thats stacks, man thats a hundred racks The way it bling makes dope boys want to move crack I just brought a drop just recently I killed the parking lot just recently I just brought a whip just recently I made another flip just recently I just bust a check just recently I bust a bad bitch just recently I’m screaming out “who want a piece of me?!” I just got a deal just recently

Every time Im in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin But Im on a mission, you see, theres money that Im missin I got em posted, told em Move and Ima murder yall You and all the trouble goin through by servin yall And only cause my man heard of yall Other than that, shit, yall wont get served at all I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks And yo, my neck upgraded, my wrists upgraded I stay C of F, I aint got time for Jacob Im still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican standoff I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy Thats why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy Thats why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything I put the two mags up to your durag and rock-a-bye baby Im in the blue Jag with new tags in case you wanna chase I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles Need to be takin your connection cause we got it cheaper Shit I aint new to this, I met this air stewardess Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor Your hollerin for praise ya Catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha And the swallow game major These cowards aint gangsta They tellin you lies by sellin you dreams And they aint felons, they fiends Plus they rat, and its too hot to chill in the sun My pops 39 years old, and still on the run Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy Thats why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy Thats why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo You feelin hot and moist, I even get you a ho If you dont got no whip, I get you a car If you dont got no skills, I get your some bars My nigga, we dont cut it, we serve it raw Got anythin you want, play us awful hard My 22s bling, so niggas scheme 745 I clean, digital scale nigga, fuck a triple beam Coffee pot to cook coke, dro to smoke, I was born to loc Method cut the coke, 50 no joke I aint Scarface, no women, no kids, I dont give a fuck Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya If you survive you gonna feel what talons do to ya Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy Thats why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy Thats why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything

Uh, yeah Ayo, whats up, its 50 Cent Its Murda Mixtape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong, nigga Take that Niggas dont wanna see 50 on a track I got these cats that rap scared of me like Im Haitian Jack Fuck that, if I was you, Id be scared of me too Yo Stretch, roll the weed while I tell em what I need I need cream by the stacks, shells for the Mac Rims for the Ac and a bitch to blow her back I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats I need the police to chill, stay the fuck off my back See a nigga in a Benz, swear he peddling crack I need a stash box, dunn, so I could stash the gat I need a stadium light to leave em blind as a bat Flipping from under my plate while Im running from Jake I make no mistakes, look I need extra papes My man up North, need the new Stretch mixtape Im physically fit -- nah, for real, son, Im in shape I need that Beyonce bitch to take me out on a date Niggas follow my footsteps cause everything I say is slick But I need yall niggas to get off my dick My description in three words real witty cat Im in the club in ATL, Im where the titties at What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Armstrong Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga, Whoo Kid, nigga What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how its going down

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Ill give you something to talk about Come around me fronting Ill air you out, I go off I dont shoot shit off dog I gun it down Walk up on niggas and run em down Pull a stock out that K throw a hundred rounds Wont stop til your box lowered underground Put you in the urn, your bones will burn The rap guerilla the wack rap ringtone killer Im here, to find a nigga equally realer its rare You can meet me in the square if you dare to come near I have no morals, just a whole lotta piss And a dick for you, bullets and a clip for you This the ignorance at least it looks that way When you witness it kill at witnesses Bury the hatchet, matter of fact bury the casket Kill niggas bury the ratchet Pick it back up if I have to, I used to bump niggas And pump niggas out for the practice The shit starter, the shit finisher, I dont know whats harder When they release ya or when they sentence ya The realness, back like I promised Ready to dig a nigga shit like a colonic, I go off I know its them again from last time remember them They cant believe we back up in the club Because you sippin on that Henny and my bitch will get the semi And you fuck with me Im gon let it off I go off! Off in this bitch like its legal A nigga move around with the Eagle I go off! We say you get it if we dont believe you This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off Big Pop, of the prop on deck Versace or LVs on the specks My Gucc Los light up the ground when I step Look beat it, the kid aint mine I contest I suggest, you aim above neck The vest cover the chest the pine cover the Heck- -ler and Koch, I dont rock for the cops Horse with the stick in the hands of the jock Everyday gear that I wear on the block Can you picture me rolling? Who shot ya!? Who want beef with Big Poppa Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya I feel for you like Chaka Khan Im the don Make niggas talk through the wire like Kan A trip to the morgue turn a duck to a dime You can catch me on my shit, stuck to a grind On a mission, tryna turn a buck outta dime Or in the kitchen, tryna turn a fuck outta nine Nigga listen, I earned every buck that was mine I aint never cry over a fuckin dime dont make me go off I know its them again from last time remember them They cant believe we back up in the club Because you sippin on that Henny and my bitch will get the semi And you fuck with me Im gon let it off I go off! Off in this bitch like its legal A nigga move around with the Eagle I go off! We say you get it if we dont believe you This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off First gear pop the clutch Second gear throw it up, third gear Im on stuck Fourth gear Im at Twelve OClock I know I probably get it in, twelve a block But its price to low some Im scared to cop Guns a blow, and I aint scared to pop I know niggas upstate doin life in the box I know niggas upstate doin life with they pops Its the bully whether you like it or not The chain cool but you dont look right in a watch So give it up smooth, yeah or the riflell pop Well get you some shoes, probably look nice in the box Flow smooth, light on my feet like Heav D Money Earnin all day but I aint from Mount V Just threw a bell on the scale of the tree I dont know make em two hundred every pea Without rap I could double on a D Shitt, make it snow in a blizzard like Jeez You dont know a noone nother like Sige You dont really wanna see me in the streets dont make me go off I know its them again from last time remember them They cant believe we back up in the club Because you sippin on that Henny and my bitch will get the semi And you fuck with me Im gon let it off I go off! Off in this bitch like its legal A nigga move around with the Eagle I go off! We say you get it if we dont believe you This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off Ill give you something to talk about, I go off Come around me fronting Ill air you out, I go off YEAH!!!! YOU CHANGED MAN!!!!! YOU LET THE MONEY CHANGE YOU JAY!!! YOU USED TO BE, FROM MARCY NIGGA!!!! NOW YOU A PASS THE GREY POUPON ASS NIGGA!!! YOU DONT WANT THE SHOOTERS!!!! ILL TAKE EM!!! NIGGA YOU FEED THE WOLVES AND THE WOLVES FEED OFF YOU!!! EAT YOU ASS ALIVE! I LIVE BY CONRADS CREED, STRATEGY! YOUR MOVE NIGGA!!!!

Yall niggas spend too much time watchin flicks Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit But when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up I got big boy toys, when you gon grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack out a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless flow Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow Like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow Im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime 100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit! I dont dream now that Im livin, Im out to get it My truck an ak can hit it Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden Automatic startin in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin My album about to drop in 7 days But I still poke a rapper at the vmas Kilos in a gram, pos be my fans Thats why Im overseas doin shows in Japan I got Gats from the future, see-through guns So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10 Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben You know you messin with a nigga that do this for a livin Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen Put guns in niggas mouth like Whos u dissin? We give for they knew who you was missin, nigga You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain I have hoes back of the church, hummin ya name Even then I feel its like cheat my men Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up? Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80 I hear a mother scream Please not my baby! Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy Your nobody so no one will miss you Queens start to kickin its too much to get through Leave a nigga leakin like an Indian ritual Who wanna run up on me they get known quick I blackout then snatch your chrome clique Leavin jail in 91, made Im homesick Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian A country nigga still lookin for a New York hoe About to kill these niggas with this New York flow Say one nigga name homie you gon go You in that Hot97 so New York know I use to listen to Jada Ive never listened to Joe I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo I was like What Up? and they was like Uh-Oh! I aint just get cold, see my block been hot 50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga Enough hearin bout what you finna do nigga Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest You can see my verse, even if you the blindest My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it All ready, yeah thats right this is spaghetti Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas Go head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects I mix cds and treat em like album shit Our albums, we treat em like the president elections On our champagne campaign livin up dresses On the dance flo the Hennessee it flow When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon fuckin blow When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin hoes cause its a gang of us and we ready to go cause after the party after the party we get so drunk We forget all about the next day hun Get it teflon don, ak-filled Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you Yeah little motherfucker put the hammer in diesel G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview Niggas shittin on theyself gotta rock in the huggy The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me Plays fuck me, kick em out when they try to get touchy Qb/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to Like 50s beef is mine and mine is his See this serious, motherfuckin ask them kids Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt You about to witness an M. O. P thug out And for you niggas hatin listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga Fuck a warden I ring bells like a doorman So all you motherfuckers take it easy like sunday mornin Put em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up Ground zero we never ran never will we fuck em up Dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin with that homie Lloyd Banks Wild gun style what the fuck yall think.. Niggas aint got nuttin on me, everybody know that Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon clap And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats Just rat, and catch your little body all rats Matterfact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but Im accepted By mainstream America and good in the piece Now niggas wanna talk all greasy Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy A milly will make your body looker look all measly Ya bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low Damn near broke a monolo for a photo I aint ridin around with a Dodo thats a No-No Momma taught me better than that you go to go home Look at me now, a product of poverty I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me The hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery Critics owe me an apologee, Im probably A sixteen away from the lottery My niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get Im 2 steppin with my weapon, cause they dont check em up I know niggas from round there and they dont check us All of the niggas was fans when I met em, just waitin in the wind for niggas to come and get em On my next album, Ima have some fun wit em, spank em all around so everybody forget em They Envy, cause I got the hood in a frenzy And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen Baby need food, baby momma need fin You know me, New York cap on Batman whip that I got off a rap song Im the fan with the illegal strap on Teflon n a wife beater n black on Its on! Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man Its going down, ya heard me? Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all fucked up.. Im finna kill few of you mother fuckers man.. Know what Im sayin? Watch ya niggas say somethin smart out ya mouth, boy You better stop usin ya mouth, before I help you not be able to use ya mouth Mother fucker!

Yo, niggas be asking me Yo 50, who you got beef with? Ima tell yall niggas straight up who I got beef with, right Man, I got beef wit errybody I cant make no money with, know what I mean? If I cant make no money wit you, fuck you nigga! G-Unit nigga! Thats whats up cause I said thats whats up I gets money, money I got So its a 100 grams or better when Im going to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little doja And my down bitch as a holster, like Im supposed to Heavy pistol shellsll lift you My gun tear through lungs and it rip through tissue While Im out for them ends, you out for a rep Thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress See me in a black Lex, hard-top My mink drop-top, fresh out the car lot I got the gift of articulate speeches So Im gon sell like the box office features Niggas in the hood cant see G-UNIT! But deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT! Cause we got them three Bs: Benzes, burners, and bitches And plus we on the road to the riches You can say what you want about me As long as you dont get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you dont get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out Lately, I been going through a phase Hoping they aint tapped the phones Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones Therefore, Im on the move from the squad Im stingy as ever, only trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a broad Id rather put shoes on the card And a pool in the yard You dont really wanna fool with the god Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards In this game, you only make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled Why swing? You gotta be strapped to get rid of me Ill leave you in water like the Statue of Liberty Im tryin to be cool Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school Keep rappin for your hood, Im rappin for Benzes And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses You can say what you want about me As long as you dont get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you dont get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out Yall niggas gotta learn from me What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G Yall niggas gotta learn from me What I learned from watching Brucie B Look, I shot the sheriff And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot Heres the plan, Ima keep stackin my ends Till Im on airplane seats and the Maybachs benz Im all about the chips I done took them trips 22s on the 6 26 on the bricks And them outta town niggas, Im chargin them more I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw You sell smoke, look, nigga, I got what you need But it aint goin cheap cause I got mouths to feed Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug Bring me his watch and his chain Were not the same, hes a lame He want pussy Im bout my money man Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and you start to run away Ill see you another day motherfucker, its 50 When them shots go off and your heart drop, nigga freeze up, ease up, motherfucker its 50 You can say what you want about me As long as you dont get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you dont get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out

G-G-Unit! haha, yo, yo I need no introduction, everybody Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit Im not Hi-Tek and Im not Kweli You see me in the club, you better tell the bouncers to treat me special, Im somebody Cause I get on that jack, in 5 minutes flat Niggasll come back, shoot up your party If I dont have fun, nobody havin none Im tryin to holla at ya, come here shorty Shout out to my nigga Juvie, Wackos here Buck, my niggas from New Orleans, wodie If we on the same page, when you see me on stage You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me You know how I get, Im still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga I run around with the trey pound like its a sport And call my name in the bench, while I sit in court I got a million-dollar smile and a fist full of pesos And the wrist so icy, it could light up a stage show In the club , nigga, I stay holdin Cause Im on point for them wolves, and sheep clothin I play the bar with a double shot of Henny Cause after this spot, its cheaters, and envy Yeah, Banks, yeah Look you aint got to like me, thats cool, I dont give a fuck Quality time aint gonna put me in a bigger truck Fuck kids, it aint my turn to be stressed A bitch worse nightmare is a paternity test Im too young to be faithful If money means love, I hate you I only trick on the first of April Holla at me, if you thugged out shorty ready to fight you Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the snub out for me And if youre not dont even call me

Oh, yeah Oh Hey Ooh, oh I can tell that youre into me, uh Baby, its so plain to see I can see it in your eyes Youre paralyzed every time I pass you by Youre the kind that gets your way, uh Every minute, every single day I can see it all in your face Youre blown away Cause I dont want you in my space Youre struttin round here Like you think that I cant do without you You got some nerve to think that I would give up everything Slow down, baby And dont act crazy Cause you know you can look all you want But you just cant touch So slow down, baby Im not your lady Boy, youre never gonna get it from me Cause Im with someone Slow it down Slow it down Ooh, slow, slow After all of the games you play Hows it feel to finally get a taste? You can dish it out but can you take the bed youve made? Go lie in it for a change Im not fallin for your stupid lines I know youve used em bout a thousand times You say em like they were a nursery rhyme But I wont buy it Baby, dont you even try Youre comin round here Like you think that everythings about you If you knew anything, youd realize I wear a ring Slow down, baby And dont act crazy Cause you know you can look all you want But you just cant touch So slow down, baby Im not your lady Boy, youre never gonna get it from me Cause Im with someone Do you really wanna waste your time? Dont you have better things to do with life? Hey, hey, whoa Listen, I dont wanna get you down But I aint never gonna mess around So how many ways do I have to say Slow down, baby And dont act crazy Cause you know you can look all you want But you just cant touch So slow down, baby Im not your lady Boy, youre never gonna get it from me Cause Im with someone You better stop, slow down, baby So slow down, baby And dont act crazy Cause you know you can look all you want But you just cant touch Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, hey-ey-ey Yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh

Thats the sound of the man, cockin’ that thang - that thaaaang Thats the sound of the man, clappin that thang - thaaang {verse1} Yo, in my hood we was taught not to say who shot ya See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin’, I got ya Say a prayer for me if you care for me cuz Im on the edge Im finna put a shell in a nigga head I rock a lot of ice, I dare you to scheme on it The fifth got a rubber grip and a beam on it Homie that took the hit on me couldn´t shoot They say Im skinny now, but I look big in the coupe-dee My cuzin Uzi out in L.A. we trippin through the sets again Got shot the fuck up tryin to rob the wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, yall niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh you the black hand of death, then why your name aint preacher If you a pimp like kid, why the hoes dont treat ya If you wanna ball like Kirk, now shorty let me teach ya This flow’s God sent, it’s bound to reach ya Problem child, Im familiar with problems I know how to solve em Semi-automatic, luger tray, revolve em Shoot em up, rob em In the hood we starvin, you don’t want problems Problem child And why cant you be man enough To tell me where youre comin from {Verse2} They say you can never repay the price for takin’ a mans life Im in debt with Christ, I done did that twice Im nice, yall niggas cant hang wit fifty +Blaaat+, yall niggas cant bang wit fifty For evey bar in the rhyme, theres a shell and a nine For every stone in the cross, theres a bitch I tossed See the wounds in my skin they from a war of course You can check C-N-N for the War Report See the drama got me ridin with a sawed-off shottie Catch you at the light, I blow ya ass off the Ducati Man, niggas aint gon do me like Sammy did Gotti I do it myself, I dont need no help Give me a knife, Ill get rid of your neighborhood bully Give me a minute, Ill take a fuckin car with a pully See the hood is the deepest stole my innocence young Niggas jumped me cuz they couldnt beat me one-on-one {Verse 3} I mustve broke a mirror at three and had bad luck for seven Cuz pops slid, mommy died before I turned eleven This cities split posed to let black cats cross your path The footprints in the sand is Satan carryin your ass I got God Understand Me tattooed in my skin When I die, come back, Ima tattoo it again Im the young buck that let the gun buck Roll the window down and say: whats up, niggas get ready to duck My heart is a house homie, fear dont live here Nigga believe me when I say I don´t care Muslims mix a lot, God studied they lessons Even when my lucks hard I still count my blessings See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon If you pussy Ima smell you when you come around here Them boys in Pelican Bay couldnt live in my tier

You gotta watch your face I got am million dollars for every bump in your face And next year, youre gonna have an acne problem Ahh! Yeah Showtime, Im gonna make it look easy I told niggas Im a hustler, its like they keep on forgetting 36 mil in eight months, you still think Im bullshitting? Catch me on top of Fortunes Hot 100 Head of G-Unit Enterprises, still getting blunted Went from selling crack to rap, thats two different games But theyre parallel to each other, homie, so theyre quite the same You know that crack spot so hot, you better off playing the block Fiends cant help but be fiends, they come and cop for the cops Back in the pens again, penitentiary doors spin The game full of heartbreaks, can I win for Christsakes? Ace after ace, Lady Luck just wont fuck with me Thats why I got this attitude, nigga, dont say what up! to me I took something heart-pumping, move and Ill pop something Cop bricks, break em down to pieces and prop something Niggas stay in stunt mode so I stay strapped up My body language saying, Fuck around and get clapped up I sip on Coke when its with Henny, go for broke with the semi Niggas talk behind my back, but they dont really want it with me Pussy niggas pop shit; me, Im on that block shit That rubber band, hundred grand in that night box, bitch You know the raps bought the Benz, and the cracks bought the rims Vivica she bought the gym, told you Im a fuckin pimp I was born a bad seed, I defied the odds I aint play the hand that I was dealt, I switched the cards Still I keep a poker face, frontin, Imma catch a case Flip out, poke your face, youre laid out, now, what a waste Im Super Fly, Ron ONeal of this rap shit When that drama pop and you get shot Lets see you bounce back, bitch You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin Ima have to chase you outta here You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin Ima have to chase you outta here You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin Ima have to chase you outta here You nigga, you come around this bitch frontin Ima have to chase you outta here

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Akon K Camp Tell me where you wanna go Tell me what you wanna do Baby, just be comfortable Ill be right here next to you 50, sit back, get comfortable You tryna go shorty, we can take it there Wrong way, get away, we can make it, yeah Fly higher than the jet when the bomb burnin Hittin in the same direction the world turnin Progress, regardless, we get ahead And you know I like it when you start givin me that Pull up on me? Got me starin at your legs Its mid-day, you make a nigga wanna go to bed A ghetto girlll give her upper class swag Have a Fendi monster hanging off a Kelly Bag I say if she want it, just get it, dont think They should burn the money like a joker in the bank Ill get it right back, to me it aint a thang Top down, feel a breeze in the fast lane Get it on the next flip, live without limits You a product, shit move without gimmicks Tell me where you wanna go Tell me what you wanna do Baby, just be comfortable Ill be right here next to you Baby, just be comfortable Tell me what you wanna do Baby, just be comfortable Ill be right here next to you Look, I aint worried too much bout shawty, no Cause I know that she be workin In the spare time shawty just countin dough We all know shes important Let me know if you gon ride for a fella Me and you together super fly like propellers I love to hold her bag and I told her about whatever Get it while its good cause nothing last forever G5 flight, lord oh my Cant help to stare, every time you walk by You got thang for a nigga I can see it in your eye What I gotta do for a piece of tha pie Tell me you feelin alright Im tryna get with you tonight Im with the shit that you like Im with the shit that you like Tell me where you wanna go Tell me what you wanna do Baby, just be comfortable Ill be right here next to you Ohh, first let me say You lookin gooder than a mahfucker Ohh, just concentrate On this wood like a mahfucker Tell them fake ass niggas to give up that space cause a real nigga want it Matter fact, sit your ass right back cause youre mine now, and you know it Cause I see the pain on you Do the thangs he aint gon do That when he aint come through, its all the big picture frame on you Spend too much time on yourself girl You a bad bitch Wont help if you laugh girl Tell me where you wanna go Tell me what you wanna do Baby, just be comfortable Ill be right here next to you Lets be real you know youre dealin with a real one Lets be real you know youre dealin with a real one Lets be real you know youre dealin with a real one Mm, lets be real you know youre dealin with a real one I aint gotta say it all the pretty bitches want it When I get the chance Ima fuck you like I own it Feel good comin from a real nigga, dont it? When we in the bed I just tell jump up on it Remy all wet falling right down your spine I aint tryna front I just want it from behind Hope you dont mind for the time girl you mine Tell me one more time Tell me where you wanna go Tell me what you wanna do Baby, just be comfortable Ill be right here next to you

New York City , you are now rackin with 50 Cent Are you ready? I said are you ready? See you with me nigga? Drop that! Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop G-UNIT! Somethin new, somethin 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 But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro Im not that nigga, that you think you know I walk around with a big four four You front on me, Im gonna get at you dog I be right at your crib, waitin at your door Comin up I aint had much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin out of nothin Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin Hustle hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did The older niggas really wasnt feelin the kid Tried to find out where I lived, 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 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew Country came around, ease it and clappin then Country left, strange shit started happenin Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins Cory shot Drew, and we was friends Money turns boys into men The cycle never changes, shit just starts again Nah nigga, aint nothin change nigga Yeah Ive been gone for a minute, but Im back Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood You see my cherry red SL, nigga Im doin good Sometime I cant find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace, look at the wheels Im addicted to stuntin, now that Im holdin somethin I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today Nigga you high or somethin I dont play games, Im about my money, nigga buy somethin I got a few fifths, I got a few nines Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine Yeah, dont ever say I dont do nothin for you nigga You know, uh, dont say I dont look out for ya Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes And you come back, nigga have em, and have my paper for that thang thang You know what Im sayin? Say I dont want it back, nigga dont try to use it And dont get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that In fact, I can see yall niggas now Run around sayin, 50 gettin all this rap money, and he wont help us Sit tight nigga Im comin You know, new shit, all this 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 a zone

Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G She was pregnant by me once, glad she didnt have it Cause I be paying child support now, goddamn it Tish was my bitch, til she fucked my god brother I was heated when I heard, wanted to go upside his head It was Christmas I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid I was sick to my stomach nigga this is real shit I aint the sensitive type, I aint sit around crying I caught the bitch on the avenue and punched her in the eye Call it puppy love, Curtis and Janelle in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G Ds came locked my ass up like a savage Then came Doobie in the baby carriage Imagine how it felt summer day pretty blue skies I gased memorized at her in with green eyes Im so into you baby we dont even got touch That the type shit I say when I really want to fuck Cause her cousin Tisha lived by baby spot in forty Sold crack before rap so everybody know me Chase Jus down cut his head the motherfucker owe me Vicks spinning, Cheeks was the hottest rapper in the hood I aint hate, but on the low I didnt think he was good We wore Timberland boots, Carhartt suits You can tell a nigga paid, when his Filas shoes suede Rock a Caesar or a fade kept a pistol or a blade Try to flip a 62 like every couple days I get knocked I come home its all a part of the game Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame Its like every other summer I was back and forth to jail Telling nanna Im copping out, so i dont need bail Just the convesary put the money orders in the mail Call it puppy love, Curtis and Deawn in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G Call it puppy love Call it puppy love She came to see me on the alley, wrote me letters all the time And I responded to the letters so she stayed on my mind Told myself Ima grind As soon as I get out that paper what Im about After 4 months home I had the Land I shine 2 months later I copped the Benz my nine Stay all cocked even when its hot, Task out TNT on the block, make yourself get knocked I just love em and leave em, I dont give a fuck I mean she didnt give a fuck, she had a nigga in my truck Call it puppy love, Curtis and Shaniqua in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G Call it puppy love, haha Yeah call it puppy love Call it puppy love

I’m insane, yeah, shit changed I’m the head of that bank, bank in a weird gang Make it rain, trick, make it rain I hold onto mine and buy more cocaine Off the chain, nigga I ain’t playin I get him with the semi, nigga stunt I let it ring He rap, I rap, but we ain’t the same He love a dame, I run a train Canary yellow rocks in my ring Everything private, my hoes and my planes Hurry now bartender, more champagne I shine like chrome ‘man’ terra’s on the range I stunt when I want, I aint never gonna change I go load the wood in my cartier frames This what happen when a bebe kid Blow up, Im on out this bitch I ball out bottles after bottles till I fall out I stunt, I do it my way Im on now, get my money long now Looky here, nigga, you aint got it like me If you dont like me Do something If you dont like me Do something Tell me why you dont like me, my chain too icy The diamonds on my Breitling striking like lightning Throwing cake on your wifey, she licking the icing And uhts not even my birthday She telling me she love me, I dont wanna be her pimp Plus your ass aint sposed to be here in the first place Nah, dance the Ali Key, let me hold some Look Nigga, cause I know you I dont owe ya nothin With your broke ass, cold ass Type of nigga gonna get wild with no mask Rider gang thing play the bitch and watch us ball Its my night, boy, better love till mor Im a boss plus walking big balling Shit talking, Benz parking, rims glosing, clique flossing Tell the waitress drain the bottles with the towels sparkling They say money talk, nigga my shit hawking I ball out bottles after bottles till I fall out I stunt, I do it my way Im on now, get my money long now Looky here, nigga, you aint got it like me If you dont like me Do something If you dont like me Do something

... and a , and take your money! All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money! All I wanna do... 50! Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } Im the greatest! First your hear the first shot - then you hear the second shot By the time you hear the third shot you see a nigga DROP! Then you hear the 4th shot! - The you hear the 5th shot! .38 Revolver only hold six shots. You know a robbery can turn into a homicide Nigga dont co-operate we break him off proper like Revolver get to spinnin, nigga you can spend the night Planned operation! - Not communicating! On the table weezin - respirator breathin For your bitch-ass summer time is the killing season. A lil Henny make the nigga wanna spray sumthin Dare nigga say sumthin. - Muhfucka stay frontin If thats jewelry they be knowing it be sumthin Until them cats scrap and get to blow him for the money Some got good aim, some got bad aim So its bang bang! - Its all part of the game Every hood is the same, different faces different names Different crew different gangs! - Different is just the same ... and a , and take your money! All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money! All I wanna do ... and a , and take your money! {Whooooooooooo} All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } {THISIS50.COM! } M.I.A. Third World Democracy {SWAMMIES... ON DECK! } Yeah! - I got more records than the KGB. {TONY YAYO! } So uuuuh! No funny business! Some, some, some, I some murder Some I some let goooooo! Some, some, some, I some murder Some I some let goooooo! All I wanna do ... and a , and take your money! All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money! All I wanna do ... and a , and take your money! All I wanna do is ... and a , and take your money! CANT FORGET... DIVA! DAMN!

50 Cent; Lloyd Banks! Nobody get hurt if nobody dont move Just give it up smooth Motherfucker you move Ill flash my tool And blast my tool Nigga you dont know me, and I dont know you You think you know my crew I been a problem since the old days, pimps and gold caps Now Im in O.J. Simpson throwbacks Yall was wonderin where my ass been Probably vacationin on South Beach gettin head like an aspirin If you gassed, I can let the tec pound your ego Or lock you in a closet with the West Nile mosquito The press crowd in people, especially celebrities Im heavily shittin on any Tom Dick or Gregory Nigga you better be strappin; they want you dead if you rappin Im tryin to cave your head and your back in Im gettin bread and relaxin, and attractin a fan base Of females with e-mails and letters to fax in In Vegas with a toaster and a blunt And the hotel Im checked in, got a rollercoaster in the front Imma post em when I stunt, the Sammy Sosa of the month Better yet the whole season, nigga Im still breathin Even though my dollars are green I rap for the kids thats too poor to waste eggs on Halloween Im gettin swallowed clean, my habits are good Collectin all the karats I could Slidin from a stash spot to conceal the torture And a good silencer to make it sound like the Wheel of Fortune All this careless talkin, cause Im travelin and flossin Havin a good time, and you havin a abortion You sucker for love, gettin married and get divorced then Cant even afford the batteries for your Walkman Im out the hood, burnin Cali weed on Slausson Where set trippin turn to tragedies and coffins Look, I mean what Im sayin, you schemin Im sprayin Your team end up layin, on the sofa screamin and prayin Sayin, G-Unit niggas be rollin crazy, holdin 80s Older ladies starin cause they starin in that gold Mercedes Since 50 hooked up with Shady, now they tryin to book up and pay me If you think Im shook up you crazy, baby The boy strapped two ninas Smokin out a bag big enough to fit on vacuum cleaners I wore a glove when I blazed you fatty, I aint your baby daddy She flippin, now he tryin to grab me out the navy Caddy I aint your ave-y, papa was a rolling stone Stockin up to own a home, pocket full of loaded chrome Drop and get a hold of dome, I know your motive homes You mad, cause Im fuckin half your Motorola phone Im swift with the women Im good with my words A lot of, niggas is hatin on what I deserve Im hotter Front if you want, end up on the curb in your Prada And your mans runnin, ambulance comin Another day another dollar, on the low from the Impala I can have a sixsome in my shower, motherfucker! Nobody get hurt if nobody dont move Just give it up smooth Motherfucker you move Ill flash my tool And blast my tool Nigga you dont know me, and I dont know you You think you know my crew I send a nigga that you thought you knew To come through and put a hole in you Lloyd Banks, ha ha! 50 Cent! I aint even gotta work hard Look at these niggas, ha ha ha The fuck you gon do now nigga! You done had the same niggas in the background for a long time Think they gangster, but goin back and forth to jail Well jumpin the turnstile dont count nigga HA HA HA HA~!

The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1,2,3 I Get Money I-I Get Money I-I Get I Get I Get I Get I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got Come on man Im hot now, drop now, top down I got style Been around the block pal imagine what I got now The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti Range and Maserati I got em all got damn My money, my, my, my money, long I blackout and break a bat over your ass like Barry Bonds I get it! Im down for the jooks now whats up Im wit it! I told you I was gonna cake up I did it! Niggas tryin to show me how to ball Man they tryin to buy some Gucci, Im tryin to buy the mall I aint came to get a little bit Im tryin to get it all My new bitch a cool bitch Im fittin to make her spoiled If my watch is right, my stocks is right But dont be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight Still gutter like a motherfucker Chipped up dont be surprised when I grip up You slip up you could get it I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got Uh! Bo knows but Diddy did it Cars, jewelry and big homes, yeah Diddy did it Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah Diddy did it But my lawyers so good that Diddy got acquitted I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez While you was ridin around in Miami on Mopeds Yeaaaaaaaah! Oh you just got here I been doin this shit for over ten years I am chillin in Sean John denim Nigga I dont walk nowhere Im four wheelin Champagne spillin, chillin, no ceilin Stealin a quarter million, feelin, ice grillin Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal Face on the Forbes in 94, I did it For the record Im a Bad Boy, now lets get it, come on I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got Im a hustler, baby! Cant escape my past When I flip Rocawear, I told em give me money cash Yeah, checks might bounce Alphabet boys might check my counts Still hustlin, baby! Hurry up, kill me Im already the goat, next stop is the billy Young turbo, six speed 911 Im revvin, Im tryin not to spill my Merlot When my girl go on world tour Ladies, Im back on the street like Im out on a furlough Im back clubbin, Ace of Spade bubblin Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket?! Im killin the block, most for whips So Im killing the roof, like Michael Vick Yeah, just call me Forbes.com In case yall forgot, New York is still mine, I get it! I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got I-I Get Money, Money I Got Money-Money I Got, Money-Money I Got HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!! HO!!! HEY!!!

50. Believe me, its easy. We number one effortlessly. This is the Unit Pussy nigga come around me movin Ill put a hollow through him Ill leave your body oozin I dont know who confused him From PR to DR, niggas know who we are They know how we do it, its the motherfucking Unit Push the rock, move the yayo, stack paper like lego Rap tornado, yeah, we fuck with Tego He dont even speak Spanish, he a fraud Joe really dont want drama, he a broad, see that cannon, oh Lord That nigga get to talking to God Like father forgive me for my sins and forgive me for my friends If you give me one more chance I will not do this again Why 50 never lose, man? He always wins Its cause the block love us, you cocksucker I got your number, this could be your last summer Pussy nigga come around me movin Ill put a hollow through him Ill leave your body oozin I dont know who confused him Passports stamped up, money mesmerizing Tropic horizon, juicy socializing Oochie girl coniving, but Gucci girl poppin Chloe bag, Chloe boots down to the stockings I catch extras with extra toppings Hunnid E-X, 50 dropped the top in Aint no stoppin, G-Unit poppin Audi R8, jake cannot stop him Joe aint poppin, Khaled aint poppin Fans see them and they not stoppin Fans see me when Im hurr mate shoppin Gucci shoppin, tags is poppin Pussy nigga come around me movin Ill put a hollow through him Ill leave your body oozin I dont know who confused him You could take your white flag and stick it, Im different Which means a nigga diss me we cant kick it Matter of fact, a nigga diss me he diss himself Im papa, Ill whoop these niggas, pick a belt A clown wont bump heads with me, Hulk Hogan bold Ill crush you like bugs on a open road Another sixteen bars, another overload Its hot out, and none of my shoes are open toes You see a lot of bling on stage, its probably mine I got four rings on me like the Audi sign I take the elevator down, make the lobby shine A nigga try to take whats mine, nigga, shotty time Pussy nigga come around me movin Ill put a hollow through him Ill leave your body oozin I dont know who confused him That niggas a rat, son. You heard that nigga? Hes like, the truth wont come out. Donnie Brasco-ass nigga, man. You know who the fuck he is, man. He gonna be like, yo, Macho! They got us, come out from behind the car. Come on, man, they got us. Niggas sweet, man. The fuck is these niggas from? They make the Bronx look bad

DJ SpinKing Dolla $ign You only had a few niggas You aint rachet like them other bitches You aint got no kids You say youve never had a dick this big This big Said she never had a dick this big You aint got no kids And you never had a dick this big Give em long dick, I need a deep throat Talking here while the heat throw Shooting at her face like a free throw Now girls want the freak show I got that make you cum out of your body Dick done got her 100 miles and running Dick up in her, fucking up her stomach Finger in her booty, Ima thumb it Im up at Luvs and Im straight cashin When she throw it back I just hit it and I pass it She on whatever Im on, aint ask it And when I get the pussy, gotta put it in the casket You only had a few niggas You aint rachet like them other bitches You aint got no kids You say youve never had a dick this big This big Said she never had a dick this big You aint got no kids And you never had a dick this big Go head ask about me, she gon say Im the shit I pop pills and I fucked her, I bet she never forget I caught her fresh out the shower You know the pussy is power And Bryson Tiller went off, Ive been in that pussy an hour Ay, these bitches fuck with me, wanna see em? Theyve been all in my DM, nigga AM through the PM Attract the bees with the honey Get the hoes with the money First the diamonds is blinking Then the bitch get to thinking I should fuck with a real nigga Come up with a real nigga Live it up with a real nigga Grind till the paper all straight Bag some up, sell some of the shit, weight, wait You only had a few niggas You aint rachet like them other bitches You aint got no kids You say youve never had a dick this big This big Said she never had a dick this big You aint got no kids And you never had a dick this big Girl take off them panties Im a grown man, understand me Yeah, hit her with the long dick She take it to the throat like a bong rip Yeah, all the way down You keep coming like K rounds Ass up, face down Go deep in the bitch, make her say owww I be stroking You niggas jacking off with lotion Niggas looking for a handout Your bitch on the floor getting maxed out Bam-bam-bow Girl look back at it, how you like me now? Smack you on the booty while you getting choked out Hit it from the back with my fingers in your mouth, uh You only had a few niggas You aint rachet like them other bitches You aint got no kids You say youve never had a dick this big This big Said she never had a dick this big You aint got no kids And you never had a dick this big Come on Jeremih, Ty Dolla $ign, 50 Young Graveyard Spin we up

G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house What, what, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house What, what, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit In my hood you get no points for your jumpshot As soon as the sun rise we back on the block The stress got me feeling like an old man And I stay on point for that red and gold van Its a freelance performer Yayo, be a pro Cause the flows been hot since G.I. Joe Yo, my rhymesll have you nodding like war in the streets So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats Get at me, you really think you holding Big Daddy? So wheres your indoor court and bowling alley? I got heart like a Hoover Crip But bust slugs like an Inglewood Blood I mingle with thugs, my single gon buzz Your boy export, get rid of the drugs I still bag my dope up with a mask and some gloves I used to have eight balls in my 8-ball jackets Now a dawg Lex coupes like Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house What, what, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house What, what, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit Put carpet burns on these rats for several days Till they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewings legs Im always with the biscuit The only way I get blue balls is if a bitch had blue lipstick You broke, rob more blocks Cause you aint got to know how to breakdance To wind up on a cardboard box Im Guccied down to my socks, groupies hounding the spot We perform at to keep goopies around for the cops Shell be down for my watch, I aint generous or courteous Im running from a dirty bitch, nigga, you thirty-six You dont want it with the kid at all Same shit, bigger bathroom, my niggas brawl When we come after you it aint no gray shots The SIG will leave a hole in your chest bigger than Flavor Flavs clock You pussy, you wouldnt even pop the smallest chip Cause on the inside you softer than a mozzarella stick, bitch G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house What, what, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house What, what, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit Im the leader of the new school now, nigga what? I got a 44 bulldog, Ill tear your bitch ass up I pop off nigga front, Ill put my knife in your gut Have you in ICU screaming, ahh, Im cut I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon But I keep my pistol on me so my pants be saggin Everytime Im in the house niggas grill a nigga Cause they feel a nigga, Ill kill a nigga You speeding, shorty, better stay in your lane Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out your brains Im the general, what? You salute me Youse a dead man if you attempt to shoot me I done lost some of my brains watching military flicks Got the whole G-Unit on some military shit Private Banks requesting permission to speak Speak, nigga Man, its dangerous when theres discipline involved in street niggas G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house What, what, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-Unit in the house What, what, what? G-Unit in the house What, nigga, what? G-G-G-Unit

Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo Yea...Niggas salute me Uh huh We takin over this shit Yo G Unitttt G Unit soliders Ride out Whatcha say whatcha say? G Unit solider Ride out Yea...Yea... Im from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin We gamble on ball courts Keep the paint peelin You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin Im stuck in the past Shit changed since the 80s I know ladies, that got babies wit babies Out here its basketball and speedbags And guns thatll stiffin you up like freeze tag You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top While Im ridin on 20s in the chunky drop top So never show love wit ya left hand Youll lose 5 liters of blood a thugs a dead man G Unit soliders Ride out G Unit solider Ride out Home of the new right here G Unit soliders Ride out G Unit soliders Ride out Nigga...Nigga Niggas know Im hot But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns Still follow the code Gs up hoes down I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes Dont pop-a-wheelie I aint straight Im livin where its hot and sandy And the Benzs complexion is cotton candy I bounced up, thats the best part You niggas dont know what pain is The only scar on ya bodys a stretch mark Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open Cause its liver than P-89s when we approachin Listen homie We got AKs and Remingtons For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and Indians Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball So if you see me in the club Im in the bathroom stall Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night She got a gorgeous neck the way she toss this dick G Unit soliders Ride out G Unit soliders Ride out 50 whatcha say?? G Unit soliders Ride out G Unit soliders Ride out Yea...G Unit man.. We runnin the streets man We takin this rap shit over man This serious man its more then rap nigga Mention this nigga 50 name nigga Im blowin niggas brains out nigga Thats my nigga right there Yea...it aint a game no more Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks Same go for them nigga Blow ya fuckin head off nigga G Unit klick My nigga Proav L Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood 134 nigga We got yall nigga Yea...uh..uh

Yeah Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif Holla at em Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie They say Obie Trice gone, look at him Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him? Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs My nigga, listen, his transitions shows his ambitions Nuttin less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches Its hard to grasp the situation at hand When you used to have to ask for digits Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets Classic isnt it? Coming from a past with a casket Dips from beneathe the grass, so youre cremated to ashes Nigga, created from the Craft, this is past fictious Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen visit And now the spotlights on Trice But back when the spot life was Trice I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal But being across the ocean is la vida loca And vada loco, Im in Janayo Konecheewa in Tokyo, its sushi with eel I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill Now how real is he to come from where we get killed To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be Offering me the cooch-o, eating on ossobuco Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin And never get to see what the worlds offering {50 Cent} Yeah Things change man You know, get a chance to travel See the world and you start to look at things a lil different {Obie Trice} You aint bullshitting Cuz I aint never thought Id see it out the hood Heh, look at a nigga now

This is the Unit The mighty mighty mighty Unit This is how we do it Ayy I made the A lean and pop to it, N.Y. pop to it No frontin here shorty, niggas know how I do it For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame Diamond rings, diamond chains, diamonds on erythang Mo flows, mo dough, money come, money go New straps, new clip, stack chips, dont trip Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God Party aint never over, niggas hardly ever sober Different day, same shit, different city, different chick Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid Bitches recognize when Im walkin in Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim 44-Colt, thats tossin him And that four-do Porsche what Im flossin in Im in the black, you in the red You owe your label money, Im gettin bread Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators Bitch play cute, I dont get upset Til her ass get a facial and a washin set Im in a private jet, but before the deal Hoes was like, Hes all right, but hes not ill! You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin But the party aint over Then its back to the crib, to cut shorty thats how we on it The party aint over Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty Gon do what you wan do, twerk it for me Now get low, shorty work that back Now get low, yeah just like that Now get low Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin Glock round Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown My sound, peace to my niggas on lockdown They dont really want that, they know we get it poppin Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin Im ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains Im so sicker, the flow liquor, youre broke nigga I toast witcha - if ya got a cup Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut Im just playin, unless you gon do it You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid Dont pull that thing out unless you gon use it Aint nobody bleedin, I guess its all music Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal How would you feel if you niggas just got 400 mil My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang She let me have her brain, I let her wear my chain Im on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil Wayne My Ten-a-Key timepiece shinin like a light bulb David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin But the party aint over Then its back to the crib, to cut shorty thats how we on it The party aint over Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty Gon do what you wan do, twerk it for me Now get low, shorty work that back Now get low, yeah just like that Now get low

These niggas must not be cooking no coke They aint cooking they just frontin you heard These bitches must be used to being broke Hand on the bible Imma man of my word Well I got yayo for sale, I got kush for smoke I aint said no shit, Imma push the dope Money, hoes and clothes, Im talking bout the good life So now you know what drug money look like Miracle whip it, spreadin the coke over the bread Keep the Dr. Dre knife with me to poke you in the head I let my white girl sniff it, it made her open up her legs My nigga Rudolph snowed it until its nose turned red A damn shame, Im the reason you cant find your vein If your daddy stealin out your mommas purse, Im to blame Tryna get that i8 but I gotta find the name I aint got no credit, I just got cocaine I mean these niggas was like hes paying car notes Your wrist dont twist, thats the reason you are broke You playin with the powder, you niggas is all jokes Cmon dog your never gonna meet Carlos Im plug for real, Im tryna feed yall coast I dont believe your pictures nigga or read yall post Your body language telling me youre broke And plus Obama bout to go I got my momma weighing up the dope Niggas know what drug money look like All my jewels shine, nigga I dont need good light All my bitches bad but my foreign a good type S-Class bands but my Porsche had the hood like That nigga rich, that nigga gets Money motherfucker, he started with selling bricks Well add a little extra, compress it to get the chips But he stay wise, still lays on his Vicks The boy hide his grits, the boy pot aint grits Might use a microwave if Im tryna do it quick Tryna clock the yay and the fork, thats water whipped And sit in on the paps, dry it, I lose a pinch But what the fuck is the point when youre dealing with joints boy Whole birds, covert with us, so no choice Chillin in the jail, rappin to my brazil I done chill so people wont tell When I say Im back for spot, Im in the number one slot bitch Lights and the cubans that will fuck up your optics Im raw like sushi, eat the pussy, you chop stick Niggas go wood, honey, Im home in the hood Theres no need to test, this pure coke go get it gone F&N in the palm, extendo in the jaw You say you bout that bullshit, well come and get what you want You niggas lookin malnutritioned 100 knots in the yacht, skate across the Pacific Sposed to be out the loop, funny how I dont miss shit Its all addin up, these niggas here on some sucker shit The type niggas when money come I aint fuckin with Now lets play, lets make a deal Ill show up with the money and tell you who to kill Now you say you get busy for real Put niggas in the church, I pay you with the work

We in the 64, air horn blowing at my enemies Bulletproof cap, I aint going out like Kennedy 50 got my fanbase growing out in Tennessee Im getting so much head its drawing out my energy Im touring now, I need enough weed to pass around Somewhere around a half a pound of that Manhattan brown Bitch, Im gonna sell records, I got a platinum sound Ranned into half the town bandana wrapped around Nah, we aint got no manners And as far as the clips you know how gorillas feel about bananas Acknowledge whenever we round And as far as bouncing back Im like Ben Wallace on the rebound You still spending 10 dollars on your weed, clown You might lose your dick, its all kind of disease now They aint OGs, they grumpy, old men Riding round in a chunky old Benz, nigga, those ends Im not the type to fall in love, make your hoes friends I turn a friend to a ho, spend all the dough Niggasll start fighting by the end of the show I got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row, ya know Get ya gun, we gon come for you, well lay ya ass out The shells hit you knees, split ya, theres blood all on your couch Didnt think niggas would really run up in your house Hog tying ya mutherfucking kids and ya spouse Bitch, give us the mutherfucking money and we out This 45th shellll tear a fucking hole in ya blouse Waiting for me to have a change of heart, you assed out Kill every motherfucker up in this bitch and stamp out Nigga, this is pressure, punks respect pressure Catch ya stunting in something I want and Ill get ya Go head ride through ya strip in your Benz on chrome See if I wont run up in your motherfucking home They say money make the world go round Ive seen my knife work, I turn a clown smile to a frown Squeeze and watch the barrel spin on the trey pound Im a G-Unit gorilla, niggas know how I get down

Oh, Oh, Oh GGGG G-Unit Yeah Its 50 Cent And Lloyd Banks And Tony Yayo Nigga You got to love it New York City Ive been doing my own thing You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears Im doing my thing I said Ive been doing my own thing You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer Damn, Im doing my thing My chain is so heavy, I think its necessary For me to talk about all of the stones in my bezey I used to push a Chevy, I rather cop a Bentley And stunt on these niggas till my tank on empty This gangsta shit is in me, the money, I got plenty I still hustle, but I dont cop jewels from Benny I know a stripper named Jenny, a marked nigga named Vinny A A&R named Lenny, a CEO named Diddy 50 is so witty, 50 is so high 50 got the fucking hood on lock, what Ive been doing my own thing You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears Im doing my thing I said Ive been doing my own thing You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer Damn, Im doing my thing When Im knocking you down no one can save ya From the other side of the door it sounds like you going through labor My passport valid so Im going through Asia Flying to Paris, stopping in Britain, shoppin and shittin If you aint jumping off in the truck you walking We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks My name popping so im higher than the price Bitch, Im about to make enough money to buy you a life Ive been doing my own thing You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears Im doing my thing I said Ive been doing my own thing You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer Damn, Im doing my thing I got so many hoes that my pimp game nasty The only time I dont fuck is in the AIDS capital You look at the watch, you have a hard time seeing I got so many rocks they have a hard time breathing See the cross on my neck Hoes want to know whats the cost on my neck First she said no, now she almost said yes Now we in the telly and we both buttnake Working up a sweat Ive been doing my own thing You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears Im doing my thing I said Ive been doing my own thing You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer Damn, Im doing my thing Yeah nigga You know its me when Im cruising Through ya motherfuckin hood and shit nigga Dont try to act Like you dont know its me and shit You know what Im sayin? I aint put no tints On the motherfucker So you can see me nigga If Im a spend 125,000 dollars On some wheels I want you To get a good look nigga Yeah look at me Look at the license plate The license plate say Get One nigga Can you get one nigga?

Yeah Just like to thank... my mama Thank you, baby, for cutting me out Sorry, ma, I know it was hard But look what you did though, man! And its popping now Smell like money Smell like millions Just when you thought it was safe to come out Infamous all in your face, in your mouth Thats right, niggas best to stay up in the house Watch we getting our money, for the two thou Nigga, P back out in the streets, so what now? Strictly for the ghettos and hoods, in your town Probably got bundles of drugs in your town Like crack, coke and dope, remember me now? Queen Bridge motherfucker well blow your house down We the big bad wolf thatll eat your food, clown I aint gotta huff and puff you know my style Calm as fuck, I just let my gun wild out I got cash motherfucker I could have you touched But I rather be hands on with that son Certain things, you just gotta perform youself son When I start busting I dont stop till I hitting, cmon Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks But they aint like this Everybody cant afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich You aint crazy, dont make me show you why they call us this We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit! We got the most gangsta shit, the second most biggest projects We sold the most crack since 86 Dont handle a lot of bricks, but we the most thug You think youre dirty over there, but were more dirtier We last more longer than them; more songs than them More money for us, more broads than them We get the most love in the streets I had the most tattoos, ever since thirteen P got the most now; our guns the most loud With enough bullets to down mostly the whole crowd We drink the most Henny, yeah me and Jay We smoke the most weed, thats mostly the haze Get the most Timb boots kicked on a niggas face Gotta be the most idiot nigga on the face Of the Earth, to ever let the thought cross your head That we not the most likely to pop off kid Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks But they aint like this Everybody cant afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich You aint crazy, dont make me show you why they call us this We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit! Right now, I change guns with the season When I was young, I bought Ninja Stars on Jamaica Ave hitting trees then Started hitting trees then We ran the train on the girls and on my family dance schools We was beasting, little young heavens I had the Rambo knife, and when I got my first gun, I was cheesing I couldnt believe it I had the power of life or death in the palm of my hands, fiending But people to be scheming They choose to front on me, then they leave me no choice to start squeezing And hope they stop breathing Because if they do pull through, in the hospital beds Theyll be squealing, talking to these Ds man They dont waste no time, they want answers even if youre still bleeding Homie, Im on the fleezy I aint got no time neither Im making money off of this, its too easy! Everybody got gangs, everybody got clicks But they aint like this Everybody cant afford to live the lifestyle Of the young, black and rich You aint crazy, dont make me show you why they call us this We own the streets, who basically control this rap shit G-g-g-g-g-g-G-Unit!

You wanna smoke that? Go head, roll it, son I dont give a fuck, man, smoke that shit, man Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack I dont give a fuck what you wanna do, man Dont look to me to stop you, man Yeah, Im not gettin in the way Cash rules, I keep a shooter round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed yall Kill the hood, ask niggas bout me Jesus, for the money, niggasll go real hard You are now under my hypnosis Summertime grind, come out with the toasters I return like an animal ferocious New money breeds, new enemies, nigga you know this Another mil, another nigga sick I got nothing but hard dick for your bitch to lick I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw Im out in the drought, I make the dope price soar Shit cool til the mac out, run when it back out A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam Its in Gods hands, its all God plan You mean even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn Cash rules, I keep a shooter round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed yall Kill the hood, ask niggas bout me Jesus, for the money, niggasll go real hard I push my pen with passion, Im the author of the struggle When pain is a head crack, the sign of the devil Trip 6-6-6, Im back on my bullshit See clear through my third eye, its gon be a murder Every summer, every winter, every spring You think Im bullshitting, I put that on everything The shooting gon stop right after the shit-talking I was selling crack while Mike was moonwalking 20 off a pack, I stack, I cant call it I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit I mean you outta order, you dont want me to send a nigga to you So he could put some hot shit through you, do you? Cash rules, I keep a shooter round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed yall Kill the hood, ask niggas bout me Jesus, for the money, niggasll go real hard Yeah, Im back, baby, Im back New shit, the drought over, new product Yeah, man I cant fit in with these niggas, man I mean niggas got mohawks, they wearing skinny jeans, man I think these niggas is faggots, man, for real, man They with the rainbow club, man You think this shit is a fad? Come on, man I think its more than that, man I think its more than that So if a nigga wear a dress you gon put on a dress too? Come on, man Cash rules, I keep a shooter round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed yall Kill the hood, ask niggas bout me Jesus, for the money, niggasll go real hard

I really hate havin’ to resort to knockin’ elderly people in the head for their money But I do it, I do it Yea, you know I do it I’ll do it, I’ll do it Yep, you know I’ll do it I like gettin high I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I roll the shit My Bentley Coupe aint got no top It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP If I shine let’s room Bitch you wanna roll? Nigga, you must be crazy I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope Kush smoke same color to match that coat Im chin-chillin; Mo spillin Don poppin, party rockin My beat knockin, your bitch watchin My feds clockin my shit Threw a grand a piece on all of my kids Get your ass whipped you step on my shit Nigga you blink Im all in yo bitch Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick Jackll be nimble, Jackll cum quick This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch That shit fake, Audemars dont tick Them aint diamonds, what is this shit? Im confused, this bill dont go and pick Im a match that deal with my hat They said I fell off, I snapped right back Nigga my money cant fit in no safe Got a mil for ery lil bump on yo face Tryin to count mine, Im walkin up in the vault Better have a pound if you niggas wan smoke I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I roll the shit Get in the coop and got no top It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP If I shine let’s room Bitch you wanna roll? Nigga, you must be crazy I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit 50 Cent, look what you damn did Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick Give me brain like I aint got no sense I got change, dollars and lil cents I got rich, they aint seen me since Now its all startin to make sense I pull up in that brand new Benz All of a sudden I’ve got brand new friends Brand new chopper, bitch go blocka BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind I forgot she was in my bed Damn! I blew through all my bread That Lambo aint got no top Man, Im hotter than a stove top Rider Gang, we on top And we havin a smoke-out Eyes low but Im so high Dont ask me, I dont know why Ill roll the shit and Ill smoke the shit If I dont pass the shit dont ask for shit, HUH! I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I roll the shit Get in the coop and got no top It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP If I shine let’s room Bitch you wanna roll? Nigga, you must be crazy I roll the shit, I smoke the shit I roll the shit, I smoke the shit

Some niggas just wanna smoke Some niggas wanna smoke niggas Some niggas sell coke Some niggas selling dope, nigga We all hood, different pedigrees Now ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my melody You fuck around I catch a felony Now ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check out my melody Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga I dont know if Im worse when Im rich or when Im broke, nigga Same attitude, you got it, go head smoke, nigga Im fucking with a blonde bitch, I got my own fragrance Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it I tried to keep it basic, they wanna complicate shit The feds on my phone, thats why I dont ever say shit Portray being a friend to me and Ill make you a memory That .40 Cali barrel get to smoking like a chimney Niggas sick of pussy shit and me Im just the remedy 03 get rich, nigga, you remember me? Shorty rock her hips she get to looking like an entree Bad bitch, fat ass, bouncing it like Beyoncé She saying Im a-a diva, Im a, Im a-a diva Ima fuck her and leave her, nigga, I dont need her I was born alone, I die alone, I be in the zone Bitches wont leave me alone now that my money long Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga I pull the hammer out and spank niggas I peep your style, you got sugar in your tank, nigga Dont fucking wink at me I blend in with the best of them, shooters and robbers Im on that will.i.am shit, I black your eye for blogging What the fuck is the problem? Violence isnt the answer I split your fucking head then get jammed up Why did you call the cops? Why didnt you say Im hot? Its been six years I been here on top You act like Im a average nigga spitting a average flow Fucking with average bitches like everywhere that I go Im not focused on hoes, Im focusing on the dough And I wont talk to you after my next album blow Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga Since a little nigga I been on my own, me I hold the chrome You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga That shorty shit is over now Im grown, me Im full blown You dont think so respect it or check it, nigga Rest in peace to Michael Jackson You niggas need me, man I might have to start moonwalking Couple dance moves and shit Write me some shit, call it Billie Jean Is My Lover Im back, nigga, why so quiet? Niggas know its summertime, Im all over the place, nigga And you know when you see me Im strizzapped Oh shit, nigga, yall know I was gonna get on that shit, yeah

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up When I grip the Tec Kiss the deck Ill spray at youre way Nicknamed my chopper Scrappy thats my Kay Kay Kay Kay Pussy get out of line and your ass can die today Look at my soldiers to get em is all I got to say Hennessy, rum and Coke a little Alize Got me in the mood to bust a nigga head man I aint playin aint got no time for them games Niggas lose they life all the time for fuckin playin This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up Look at my chick, look at my whip look how my rims move Get a real good look, but dont scheme cause I got my pistol Aint none of yall this smooth, Platinum on wrist blue Wrist poppin bling green by the fist full Im smokin on good Dont ride through the wrong hood Unless you got a vest on That Teflon Like a don should Im rollin sticky green Every nigga with me clean Strapped the fuck up know what I mean? This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up Its the general homie thats commanding these invasions My semi-automatic ravin Stay blazin The Rover be Etchel White Shorty leaned over but Im mad cause she got an over-bite I got your babys mother Movin motherloads of Coke For Louis Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats Homie we enrich youre bitch a rug rat Thats why my waves spinnin in that G-Unit hat This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin around this bitch pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin we dont give a fuck Boy you fuck around we gon hit yo ass up

Diamonds on my neck like Im kin to Fred Flintstone Diamonds on my neck like Im kin to Fred Flintstone Diamonds on my neck like Im kin to Fred Flintstone Diamonds on my - d-diamonds on my Im getting paid like a motherfucker Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid Im getting paid like a motherfucker Paid, paid, paid, paid, paid My dough go Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching My lifes a Ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching, ching This is my world, my spot, money in the droptop Couple bad bitches, couple hundreds in the droptop Young, rich nigga, Corleone, I talk my talk Six different hustles, bitch, Im eating like the mob Block parties turned to yacht parties Fat knots now we black cardin, Im a go-getter, nigga Clothing line, gold mine, I done bossed up 50 Cent on my line, nigga, we talk bucks Louis stove, we spent Cutlass in Regus, nigga Stupid dough, I gotta keep me a team of killers My crew so big, my car so big My bitch so thick, look how she bling My bread stacking, boy, I aint lacking Im playing mack with your bitch My trap jumping, I clap something Dont fuck around with my shit Got a nasty temper, boy, all winter Im riding around with my heat On the night shift I got a four fifth I blow a nigga off his feet When Im riding dirty, got an Uzi with me Got Boosie with me, acting boogie with me Winner jewelry with me, got a shooter with me There aint nothing niggas round can do with me Getting paid like a motherfucker, get bread Switching lanes like a motherfucker, shit yeah Move the caine like its all legal Hustle like a nigga really still need to Watch it come in back, hit the right jack Stack that, cook it up, watch it come back Right back, watch the crumbs come from the pot Turn into a foreign up the lot Switch gears all year, we getting paper Some bitch niggas hate us We could talk about it later Right now we moving major Im getting paid like a motherfucker, say that then We went from thugs and old schools to Maybach friends Push start all type of cars, legends laid back in Cold ice in the water, I play nice with my lawyer Beat the case, shocked the nation, up the price for my lawyer Im my own CEO, Im an artist, Im an employer Im on the run, life good, Im on a full stomach Aint Sean John yet, but Im a young Puffy

Im trying to tell you, but you wont hear me, son The nigga be right there in front of them buildings Yeah, nigga, yeah Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah Yeah, nigga, yeah Yeah yeah yeah, nigga, yeah I line niggas I do my homework, Ill find niggas The niggas that did that they my niggas You bring that bullshit round my niggas You die, die, nigga, die Im right bout where your manll stay, my man blew your man away Did him dirty and ran away, whos the next candidate? To get hit with the cannon, ayy, you little niggas wanna play We can go back and forth in broad day Let it off, hop in the rental car, pull away smooth Put that twerk in that work and we at you with the tools Nigga, we aint selling packs no more so we aint on the strip Got that llama in the Llac strapped leaning in the whip I line niggas I do my homework, Ill find niggas The niggas that did that they my niggas You bring that bullshit round my niggas You die, die, nigga, die First, I find your bitch creep then we found a nail shop Now would you looky here, we done found your mamas spot Its so easy, damn, Im greasy Goons dont use Auto-Tune, thats Yeezy Yeah, summer now, good time to hunt you down Keep the pump around, we catch him we gon slump him now Timing is everything, I plot it out perfect Drop a bag off to my nigga just to make it worth it I line niggas I do my homework, Ill find niggas The niggas that did that they my niggas You bring that bullshit round my niggas You die, die, nigga, die Nigga, what up? These niggas think Im playing with em, yeah Niggas smiling and shit, go head, nigga Keep thinking Im careful Ill shoot the shit out of these niggas, man I let my niggas go, watch Oh my God, yall niggas know me Yall wasnt supposed to let me get this money Now what?

{set to B.I.G.s The World is Filled... instrumental} Yeah... 50 Cent, uh-huh Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit~! She aint that chick from the burbs thats a stranger to drama She that Uptown Girl with the cocky persona Went out her way to let her know that I want her I told her I - know fo sho we belong together And I wouldnt break her heart, my intentions are better And I, shared the same dreams she had about cheddar When the Ds came she was down to hold the Beretta I got a thing for babygirls, me and her against the world We used to think the same schemes, with the same dreams in mind 10ll bring you back 20 if the crook is on time And she knows daddy loves to eat Take a seat and let my baby rub my feet She was a clear thinker, with a plan to rule the world But understandin her place is my girl Talk about hardcore, to win shed give her life Or shoot to kill, to protect this life The world will hear, whats really goin on, in my life - my life The world will see, what was really down down, in my life - my life If you only knew, the pain I feel; if you only could feel the streets is real If they only knewwwwww, whats goin onnnnnnn, yeah~! Youre sunshine, your smile make my day Its simple - your dimple your eyes Your lips, your thighs, got me hypnotized Communications deep, I love it when we talk Hate it when you leave but when you leave I love to watch you walk You make a nigga forget about a life full of drama She got expensive taste, she get it from her momma Materialistic; still a nigga want her Consistantly missin her touch when she gone, uhh She smell like Chanel, she feelin me and I can tell With the right woman by my side I feel like I cant fail Ive been around been up and down my attitude is fuckin ass She a rider, Im in heaven when Im inside her Workin up a sweat, kissin on her neck, 12 Play in the deck Foplay correct, have her drippin wet She looked in my eyes and say she like it but I know she love it I just keep doin what Im doin and think nuttin of it w/ ad libs {abruptly ends halfway during the last line of the Chorus} STOP!!

Yeah, Im back baby, you miss me? Come hear I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel Pimpin Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel Pimpin Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later Pimpin I em simply what you call a P. I. M. P You could never go broke when your G tight like me You Wanna Ride With Tha King Of New York maybe Get your money up choose a pimp and we can talk maybe They say the games to be sold not told I sprinkle a lil shit in my lines its hot tho You see tha bitches I fuck with. You know its real I sweat em to man I get em too man I stay on they heels Fuck a parkin lot Everyware Im at Im pimpin Sunshine rain sleet or snow mane When Im around niggas handcuff they dames I fuck em and send em home and they dont love me tha same See my face on mtv tha mood just change She suddenly doesnt want you touchin her mane I had tha same affect on brods befor tha fame Queens track hustler point niggas know me mane I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel Pimpin Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel Pimpin Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later Pimpin I can see it in her eyes she tired of tha average life Fuckin with me so subject to tha lavish life Follow instructions baby tha skys tha limit If you u believe u get to see and achieve But first past tha weed I was born ta be a balla Niggas be hatein on a kid I cant call it I could be everything you need tha shoulder you lean on Tha one that you talk to, tha one that you keen on If your atracktive we get to thumpin for awhile If you listen long enough ill send some humer ta make you smile Got you outta pokit now bitch go on choose a pimp Doc blew me lost my moma iv been pimpin ever since Im a special kinda nigga girl cant you see? I talk my way out the hood on to your T. V I make changing your life apear so easy But you gotta be about your paper if your rollin with me Lets go I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel Pimpin Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel Pimpin Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later Pimpin Im from a bottom from a bottom goin ta take it to tha top! If you think we cant do it nigga watch as We go to all tha way to a drop From a lil to alot put a touch up and we got it Shes far from average Shes a special lady shell do anything for me and that drives me crazy We get our grind on I let her blow on my dice Then my luck change I hit tha h right twice Its simple its mental she down for me When theres no one around, shes around for me Shes my sunshine after tha rain my joy after tha pain Its easy to comprehend simple and plain I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel Pimpin Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later I Be Pimpin! Ridin in My Coop Deviel Pimpin Crome On Tha Spokes so real Pimpin Tell Them What I Tought You Girl Purse First ass Later Pimpin

Man, I told yall I was finna blow like C-4 Stunt in the G5, fly in the G-IV G-Unit footwear, G apparel Im so hood That blue and that white looks so good Hip-hop man, we gon take it to the next level Kicks match that hat and that throwback Kicks stay color coordinated, man, you know that Truth is, I aint got a jump shot, but I got a left hook I dont swing golf clubs, but I sell like Garth Brooks Im hot man, I rock Reeboks, man If it aint the G-Unit, its the S Dot, man S Dots taking off, G-IVs about to land See how we cross brand We boss about it, man Got the sole of the old Guccis, if you upset sue me If not sit back and watch me do me Parking lot pimpin, sideline ballers We dont sweat up the fresh, let the girls do it for us The watch talk for me, drop talk for he Brand new S Dots, walk with me Sort of like you just scored a bucket You bowlegged, you frontin, you walkin awkwardly Ho, its nothing keep score with me Give me three hot seconds Ill break Reebok records

Shh... quiet... you hear that? What the fuck, son? Im telling you, man, you gotta watch these niggas Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat We thought the coke and the dope would help us escape poverty When that didnt work we resorted to armed robbery Yeah, I done it, but I aint the one they said did it Before my first verse my Benz had been kitted Im so hood, thats what the bitches like about me She bob and weave, she up and down, she suck the life up out me I tell you bout my regimen, I blow a stack stunting The coldest shit Im on it, kid, Ill blow a nigga fronting Im dirty, yeah, I do that dirt, Im down to put that work in I kick the door to get them bricks, that Eagle get to chirping You see that beam on ya head, nigga leaking Yeah, screaming and shit, man, shut the fuck up Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat I had a dream niggas got me Woke up, a nigga shot me I aint slept in three days My eyes red, something wrong with my head The MAC stashed right under the pillow on my bed Its not hot, why the fuck am I sweating? My heart beating, Im bugging, I wreck it Bitch, dont move, its dark, I might panic Just sit still, I mean it, God damn it My back against the wall Fuck the world, Ill kill em all Aint a nigga too big or too small Chop em down, watch em fall Watch em bleed, watch em crawl Watch em bleed til they gone Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat Im paranoid, bitch, I cant sleep Niggas trying to get me, man, give me my heat Put one under my pillow, one under my seat Niggas looking at me like Im something to eat Im paranoid I cant even fucking sleep Bitch, quit playing, hand me my heat I cant even rest my head Im fin to leave me a nigga dead What? Niggas aint fucking with me I wish a nigga would Ive been taking it easy on these niggas, mane Ive been easy on em ,mane Ima turn it up now, yeah

I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like its legal, ridin around bumpin If you cant beat em dont join em, jump em, fuck em I never liked these niggas anyway They could drop dead, fall off a building today Hey.. Nobody gon miss you anyway No days off, keep the pistol ery day I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder I aint smilin I aint smirkin, I aint muhfuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go head, line me up I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out You make it rain, I make it lead shower You say your prayers, you in your last hour I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me You dont like me, spray me I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like its legal, ridin around bumpin If you cant beat em dont join em, jump em, fuck em I never liked these niggas anyway They could drop dead, fall off a building today Hey.. Nobody gon miss you anyway No days off, keep the pistol ery day This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit If I fall off, I rebound quick Like Greg Oden, Tony Yay I be holdin German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen How these rappers claim Blood and the books is closed? How these rappers claim Cuz and they gun dont smoke? I catch a nigga on his deathbed And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on In my bullet-proof Ac, who you stylin on When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out You coward-ass niggas bring your jewelry out I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like its legal, ridin around bumpin If you cant beat em dont join em, jump em, fuck em I never liked these niggas anyway They could drop dead, fall off a building today Hey.. Nobody gon miss you anyway No days off, keep the pistol ery day You may have to bring that, aint nobody trippin Shit, niggas is hungry, I aint nobody chicken A nigga screw is missin, Im pimpin, Im livin Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce sixn Look how the game change, bad for the system Niggas on game shows, two dudes kissin Listen, were not the same, were not for fame The industrys punked out, were not to blame These niggas been perpetratin so long If they can make it rain, I can make it storm Hes makin a scene, but I can make him calm I just got a N.B., thatll break a arm I came to get somethin, I aint worried bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like its legal, ridin around bumpin If you cant beat em dont join em, jump em, fuck em I never liked these niggas anyway They could drop dead, fall off a building today Hey.. Nobody gon miss you anyway No days off, keep the pistol ery day

Yall niggas know me man It is what it is man Like I say yall know me I be on the scene on the lean in a benz in tha Bentley,when I come through your strip Every trip every flip I get the grip I can go to the dealership and buy me a new whip Take fix, new kicks, G6 New tricks I pick to suck on my dick G-Unit is the clique And its how it gets flipped Thats why you feelin me bitch Niggas hate from a far But they dont come around Cause they know how a nigga get down Once a nigga move around Wit a long trey pound I wont hesitate to let it off 6 rounds If yo ass get hit Then you aint do shit Fuckin wit me thats what you get Now your lip Keep it zip Before you get your babymama Caught up in this bullshit Now what gets Its a no no Niggas know im loco But they tryin to stay on the LOE DOE Gangsta fo sho Every time a nigga flow A nigga bank acount got Mo dough South Side G-Unit 12x

KYeah!! Aye yo, whuddup niggas Aye yo mayn, there be alot of niggas out here Talkinbout they got beef wit G-Unit, yaknow.. And I be seein these niggas.. I be by myself and shit, niggas be like 100 deep and shiit.. I be like: Wussup nigga?!! Niggas be like: Nah man.. .. It aint like dat. Look up its a full moon the sound of the wind blowin And you dont know you bout to git killed, but I been knowin Tha nite still young, I mite as well come round midnite Just me all by my lonely, my homies gon sit tight Im workin wit a Glock and just a lil bit of gas money But bet I come back, wit what dem niggas done snatched from me My Crip & Blood thugs, they wanna git witcha They mad at me cause Im tellin em Its personal, nigga. I wanna see, if this motherfucker want it wit me So on 3, Imma hop up out this SUV If ya around em, I feel like you down wit em As soon as this round hit em, youll lay in the ground wit em Awaken by Satan but bein carried by Tha Lord What ya life costs Bill Gates couldnt even afford Aint nuthin that can stop reprucussions if I die This aint got nuthin to do wit Dr. Dre mOthafucker Just you and I I dont need 10 niggas wit me I dont run and go git the police You know me, Imma motherfuckin G If its beef, bitch nigga will see Let em hate, homie you know where I be You done seen me git down on TV And I brought the whole Unit wit me But they already know how I be In the beginnin I was humble Just thankful fo makin it out the jungle Ive never eva sayd nuthin on this mic I didnt want to Imma soulja, as soon as 50 give me a mission I mark my enemies territory, then play my posission And homie know me even that nigga dats wearin ya chain See we both from the South but homie, we aint the same And I remain in the same fuckin project buldins I got guns everywhere, bullet-holes in the ceilin My adrenaline pumpin, got this 12 gauge dumpin Out the back of this cutless if I git hit up, then fuck it Tha Reaper comin, so dont look back, just keep runnin Tell 50 fo this hit I dont need nuthin, you owe me one Now show me sonny where he be at Dats all I need to know, you can go - Imma be back Any other time I probably wouldve asked Banks to ride But this aint nuthin to do wit G-Unit, nigga Just you and I Yeah! Yall niggas know whudd it is man, G-Unit South, Young Buck Ive been holdin, Ive been savin yall niggas man.. I Swear to God! Ive been savin yall niggas!! Ova and ova Im tellin him: Fall back, Buck! Dont cut these niggas, dont shoot these niggas.. Fall back! Its not good fo business! Right?!.. Well now Imma let up on him, Im let yall niggas know They gotta green light man Fuck these niggas man!! Git right man, whateva.. You know whudd it is fo me, mayn.. Its Tha Unit nigga, HUH! Fuck, I told ya.. I see niggas.. Fix ya motherfuckin face, nigga!! Look at these fuckin chimpanzees, bunch of fuckin monkeys, HUH! Burgers, you fuckin meatheads! Yeah, Go!! Go shoot yaself motherfucker! Befo I lose one of my good niggas on dat, you hear me?! Its Tha Unit, 50!!

Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I Flight the night From L.A. to N.Y Im Harlem bound You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs I hear em whispering dat aint a man, shit thats her. She roll with them G Unit niggas, thats whats up Disrespect me, Ill have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, dont let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20s for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think Im playing bitch And the police well have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody aint shook, you see doing the shake The boss spending ends Saying, Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TVs The snitch in the precinct saying He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D The balla by the bar saying Everybody drink, the best champagne, its all on me Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, He robbed me Its elementary Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil, Imma pop it Im down for a profit Im ghetto as hell You cant tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So Im drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon open You can dance next to me, but dont throw an elbow Ill throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes Hell no I aint paying for pleasure Your pussy dont bring rainbows and pots of treasure Its every girls dream, to floss with the team Long on the scene DVDs on the screen Blowing on cream Waiting for you to scheme You aint gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine The boss spending ends Saying, Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TVs The snitch in the precinct saying He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D The balla by the bar saying Everybody drink, the best champagne, its all on me Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, He robbed me Its elementary I dont wanna grow up, Imma hustler kid Gohead and stunt, see I dont pop two your wig Im artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me So yall niggas hate me, cause your wives be our groupies Yall irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down Cause I just passed security without no pat down You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits Sex sells, so Imma P-I-M-P So my pockets never be empty It aint no problem, we scoop them models We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos 50 got me getting ass like I never did So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid The boss spending ends Saying, Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TVs The snitch in the precinct saying He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D The balla by the bar saying Everybody drink, the best champagne, its all on me Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, He robbed me Its elementary The cat in the house go Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow The bird in the cage go Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet Its elementary

What you saying boy, boy? Ha ha - said what you saying boy? See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on See me, I never ever ever run Niggas say the wrong shit to me like he wanna do me Somebody be at him with my gun What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world Listen, nigga you play me and Imma go crazy You push me Imma motherfucking trip I come tripping through your set busting off my TEC I gives a fuck if yous a Blood or a Crip Nigga from J.F.K. to L.A.X., Im back through the sets again Gangsta life, thats right, crazy-ass Mexicans Do it the raw way, broad day, AK Spray cause a melee, mayday mayday Freak bitch suck me on tape like Ray J Niggas that Im up against know they cant fade me Im the last one, you know the last don She know she wanna come, bitch, bring your ass on See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on See me, I never ever ever run Niggas say the wrong shit to me like he wanna do me Somebody be at him with my gun What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world See, I come from the Southside where niggas is outside Right now with the rubber grips Niggas say they gon see me to hit em on G.P Then I bless em with the chains full of bricks When you come from where Im from you come from the bottom They aint supposed to get this rich So the Feds got my phone tapped to treat me like Fat Cat Now Im thinking man, aint this a bitch? Niggas stick cola in cola, from moving the yola Next thing you know they up in your crib Saying wheres the stash at? You move they gon blast that So I suggest you stand still, kid See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on See me, I never ever ever run Niggas say the wrong shit to me like he wanna do me Somebody be at him with my gun What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world What you saying, boy? You think Im playing, boy? Watch your mouth, girl, this a mans world This a mans world Watch your mouth girl, this a mans world

Hold up Son them niggas know who hit that nigga son They - how the fuck, we gon know who hit him, and they dont know who hit him? The hood talkin man, erybody know~! Now I lay thee down to sleep Niggas try and lay me down wit heat And if I should die though before I awake I pray my Lord my soul to take If dead men could talk in your sleep your homey told you who got him Would you have the heart to shoot the nigga that shot him? Or would you start switchin up You thinkin bout the penitentiary and bitchin up? What if he said money aint everything, the hood raised us wrong All juxll get your money long but look here Im gone Would that touch your heart? Have you feelin funny inside? Would that be enough to make your punk-ass ride? What if he gave you a little list of things to do? Said he wouldnt have to die, he could live through you Would you load the gats, and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at yo crib and hide? Its a cold world even when its hot outside Whether sunshine or rain, you still feel pain Hit him cause he was your strength, now you in a daze Your homey turnin over in his grave... cause you PUSSY! Yall know who killed em, filled up - B.I.G. {repeat 3X} Yall know who killed em, filled up with the lugers from they Rugers or they Desert Them boys smoked your homey, ye aint gon do nuttin back? Not even if he told you you next to get clapped? It dont take much for them shells to make the best of you Your peoples gon probably cremate and burn the rest of you You done did too much dirt to try and make it to heaven Nigga is you down for this 1-8-7? When you reach the pearly gates, how you gon explain You gon try and tell God youve been framed? Yall did everything together, he was your dog Now you Uptown coppin, and he in the morgue Them niggas he gave packs to, they kept the cake His sister and his baby momma talkin to Jake Niggas that rocked him, they came to the wake But they aint come inside, they sat out in the ride At the funeral, homicide all in the business Walkin round askin niggas to tell em who did it Niggas is throwin blows now you ready to rumble? Thirsty niggas are animals, the hood is a jungle Broke niggall body somethin over a bundle Man a three-year-old kid in my hood know what a gun do - repeat til 15 seconds left Sha Money, XL! Shadyville, teamwork, music

You, I love you so much I cant deny how much I love you, yeah Alright, alright, thats enough Niggas aint gonna hear that shit Nigga this is simple, not complicated I-I-I cant be faded Im starting to think I made it Get out of line, out line, line, out line You act like you got a vagina, you pussy nigga Front on me, Ill find, find, Ill find ya Theres no running from me Picture me in my darkest hour I would rather be marked for death than marked the coward Pure evil, like the dope in your veins You fuck around I make you bang yourself like Cobain Turn around disappear, thin air like David Blaine I’m higher than Travolta, he flyin a plane No evaluation necessary, Im insane The barrel of that llama, hot, yeah, like a sauna Bricks in the door panel crossing the Verrazano Tom Ford Taylor shoes, you’s Ferragamo Don Corleone, lets talk mano-a-mano I’m classically trained, they call me the piano man I move the keys fuck a piano, man Im sort of like a one man band with a trumpet Beef – I let blow, run, hop a fence, and dump it Niggas be talking all that jazz When they get down to the get down they ask That bass so deep, my heart so cold I let you hear that street sweeper drum line row Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, Ill see you on the 6 oclock news Rat-a-tat tat, rat-a-tat tat tat tat, I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back You lose, cause I got the ill street blues You lose, Ill see you on the 6 oclock news This vintage 50 call it my tommy gun bounce Say the wrong shit out your mouth Ill A your ass out One line, one bar, Ill be on you so fast My night work like Im fresh out Alcatraz I dont wanna play so I dont play fair You know its not polite to stare at my Cartier Yeah, Im enjoying the fruits of my labor Coke boy, the dope boy, now a nigga major I used to cut crack on my grandmama China And cook coke think Im the chef from Elles Diner Smoke it, I could smoke a kush through the jar When Im tripping, I might put a clip through your car They say Im sick, then tell me how I made it this far I love war, in fact, Im the commander I want you to open the box of pandor Ill destroy you and everything you stand for Yeah, Im a South-side nigga to the bone And when my niggas aint around, I do it on my own Check my track record nigga, haha, 50 yeah Thats cool for starters, but we gotta get to the shit Wait till yall hear the shit

Shorty when ya come over I know just what to do girl to make u feel right Ya know I know ya Dont come be a freak for me when ya come tonight I wanna show ya Things u aint never seen girl your just my type Ya know I know ya Dont come do all the things u know I like I want u to show me what you know baby But Im a teach you new tricks Introduce you to my ghetto karmasutricks Close ya eyes, imagine being stress-free Open ya eyes between ya thighs, baby thats me When I push the pressure to pleasure its so hard to measure U leave me on ya mind cause nobody do it better The intensity so real, damn shorty hold still Then its back to the action baby u know the drill I can tell you want girl You aint gotta worry no more You keep my bottles cold and you pop em As soon as I walk in the door These dude dont know me from Adam and Eve Thats why they cant mess up my flow And when this beat drops, your heart stops You feel it from your head to your toes If you know what Im talking bout Let me see you work it out Girl thats what Im talking bout I got sexy ladies all over the floor Youre talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now Im back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more Let me take it off I know a little girly from uptown Just waiting just to cater to me I know a little betty from downtown Thatll do anything that I please All my other people that dance around When they hear me rocking the groove Now it might sound cocky But is it really cocky if you know that its true If you know what Im talking bout Let me see you work it out Girl thats what Im talking bout I got sexy ladies all over the floor Youre talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now Im back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more And let me take it off Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Give it to me baby, cmon give it to me baby Now baby cmon give me some more I said give it to me baby, cmon give it to me baby Now baby cmon give me some more Give it to me missionary, doggy-style, cowgirl, lowwhile Kissing it below the neck, everything drippin wet Latex safe sex, ya I do that correct Like that as much as I like that baby ya I bet Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body, talk that body Sexy, sexy, sexy Walk that body I got sexy ladies all over the floor Youre talking to one of the greatest Who did it before Now Im back with one of my latest Just letting you know That I got sexy ladies so back up some more And let me take it off

You were my angel What happened to your wings Girl I need you to fly Oh you don’t want to fly Fuck you then I thought they would be happy to see me do good Now they wonder why I’m steady screaming fuck that hood Niggas talk crazy because I ain’t there, they ain’t crazy They know me for beefing until I let off that 80 Even my baby mamma, we don’t even talk no more She like you Hollywood ass nigga, your ass done changed Im like child support, welfare, your ass the same When its you against the world, tell me who do you trust Some punk bitch that want to be in love on a bus Yeah my hustle done changed but I got the same ambition Same mentality, the same intuition Besides a little money, man ain’t much difference Still got the same bob when I walk with the Ruger Nigga stunt if you want and I’ll put one threw ya Not when I drive by, I’ll walk up to ya Not from across the street, I’ll walk up to ya Homie, you frown when you see me up Then got the nerve to smile when you see me down I don’t understand niggas fuck it You niggas in the hood are like crabs in a bucket Homie, you frown when you see me up Then got the nerve to smile when you see me down I don’t understand niggas fuck it You niggas in the hood are like crabs in a bucket Do the sight of the Porsche got them sick, yeah Hope so, and if so, eat a dick or let it go homie Had a hood full of friends now I seem so lonely Money I made changed them, now who’s the phony Shared 40s with niggas, let them tap the bottle We was in the same boat and had the same old problems Dreamt for the top, had to start rock bottom Shit ain’t fall in my lap, fuck is on a niggas noggin Hav so cool, but now I want to rob and blow your mother fucking head off Nigga won’t die from starving The rate of niggas turning on each other is alarming My lady’s my ex-lady, yeah she got the same problem Last record went wood, voicemail was empty G-Unit Rugers now this shit is so full A nigga eating good, my stomach so full Now niggas want to stick me, oh this world is so cruel Fuck y’all niggas I know that you ain’t believe in me I know you just with me ‘cause you make it easy You ain’t got to pretend, we ain’t got to be friends You can go on with your life babygirl go ahead Running around chasing clowns that you choose to fuck The kind of pussy I’m getting right now, you fucked up You just like a lot of niggas that I grew up with Get to know you long enough you just a regular bitch Niggas do long years, come home like they the shit Nigga I’ll make you wish you had nine more in You were safe in that cell, now you in my world I catch you without a pass, that ass get twirled Like the weed, you get smoked up Its too much police, you getting poked up I know that you thought that P was Pooh I know you had no idea but now you do

Man, I aint even gonna stunt But I could show you how I could show you how If you dont know then you know now If you dont know then you know now I aint even gonna stunt But I could show you how I could show you how If you dont know then you know now If you dont know then you know now In a perfect world we would all be rich Hating on me Ill dissolve your clique Two tone Rolex on my wrist In a battlefield Im a soldier, trick Life is what you make it I made mine a movie Baseline abuser, singer rapper producer Gold Jesus and Gold Pharaohs When from 18th to Melrose, fall off hell no I be checking stripping in the finest places But I got cash like Im buying these places Uh, I turn 23 and turn 23 Burn plenty trees by any means homie Buy skinny jeans keep a lot green on me Like Im mister green jeans since I was a teen homie So ima ball until I fall, spend it all in the mall Hit it once never call, you know what Im talking about All I do is stunt, bitch, you know Im a boss Im popping off tags, I dont care what it cost Im riding with my seat back, shines on, I need that Im pimping and I mean that, hey ho A nigga came up from the bottom, mane Diamonds on my AP and my chain Looking like street lights, you niggas trying to eat right I know you trying to eat right We get it popping from pop bottles, pop shit, we popping pistols Shortie popping that ass like she know she gonna get to Pop, that thing girl Make a nigga wanna trick make it rain twerk, work Get it all baby, drive them all crazy Have a ball, well fuck it up at the mall later Later on well get in what we in then Whats on tonights agenda tomorrow we wont remember

{Alright, are you ready?} Fuck that These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do These niggas is green Its nothing to it, cock it, bang it and get rid of that Hit his fitted cap, he wont get a chance to Twitter that I make the Ruger sing a song, bullets hum to you You better have God with you when I come to you Im a grimy nigga, I said some simple shit Yous a dirty nigga with syphilis on your dick I catch you Imma wash you up, line you, spit-shine you Leave you right there in the street where niggas can find you Die, nigga, die, fly, pelican, fly When I pull it eat a bullet, dont question me why Thats the laws of the jungle, Ill show you what the gun do My bad, what the shell do, you rot until they smell you These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do These niggas is green Get green, son, get him, cut his head He didnt even see it coming, he sleeping, thats what he did Get biz, niggas acting like it aint what it is Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit Let Doc come sew him up, gang signs throw em up In my hood growing up you pussy or you bout it You shooting or you running, the police coming Niggas get at you you get at them or you dont mean nothing Niggas walk tough, even walk like warriors On some G shit, they get to singing like Gloria Now come clean, tell us what you told the Ds Matter fact dont tell us shit, motherfucker, hold these These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do These niggas is green Yeah, feels like summer to me Expect it nice and hot 40 day, my bad, my bad Family day, I be in the projects Yall come check me out Get a chance to do some new shit You dont wanna miss this, trust me These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze, hit him through the do These niggas is green, these niggas is green Im talking in codes, pardon me what I mean When you see him its a go, go head nigga go Catch him on the front porch by his momma do These niggas is green

{Lighter flick} {Exhale} Yeah, this some good shit Ooh, this feel like some Wu shit: I got more Glocks and TECs than you I make it pop, hit your homie, right next to you Niggas say they like my old shit So Ill give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; its old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look Whats up It’s 011; why that Maybach a 06? This nigga boo booed up with my old bitch I put paper before hoes: thats why I’m so rich I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit Doc check my temperature: Why I’m so cold? The hood left the left side of my chest froze I’m more about pimpin, gettin bank rolls Sittin watchin them trickin on them stank hoes We can share love like, Kanye and Khalifa From runways in Milan, to big bags of reefer She alright for a night, but don’t keep her Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest ether Niggas say they like my old shit So Ill give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; its old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look My belt buckle YSL; my denim vintage My AP all iced out; my shit authentic My bread come in by the boat load; thats how I get it The cops come, say: I aint do it; you know I did it I aint trippin’, na-na-na-na I aint trippin’ I am just putting the clip in I aint out the window lickin bitch I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon I am 50, I’m putting an end to niggas fuckin with me Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with an iron fist I am strapped, what y’all niggas going to do with this? Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift Niggas say they like my old shit So Ill give them some old shit What the fuck do I care; its old Shit I could flip some old shit No, I’ll give them some new shit I’ll just use my old flow Looky here motherfucker: I’m not playing Look, look Yeah, its 50, Im back You wont see me rolling around Yall niggas see me, you already know Dont come and say: Whats up I dont fuck with you Yall know I dont fuck with yall niggas Ill smack a high-note out one of you niggas Its business as usual All were going to do is get more money, more bread You hear me? Watch me though

M-J-B, M-O-B-B Fifty, its alright Your loves a 187 baby, its alright Its alright When we beefin we aint speakin, feels like Im dyin inside But its alright Forget the trials and tribulations you been through in your life Come to me runnin, trust me baby, I make it right You with me lil mama, lets breeze lil mama We start with a lil bit and take it to a lotta that Love gettin hotter, you can if you wanna Have it all its yours, just ask and you got it The trillion cuts, the Audi and Porsche trucks I do these things for you cuz you my dunn Girl, feel special cause I dont spend Nuttin but time with certain other broads I rip You belong in minks, bracelets and rings Not handcuffs forget about that lock and chain And just leave lil mama, this P, lil mama I aint them, Im me, lil mama My baby, you crazy and Im hooked Your body right, your smile light up the room That man you got, that niggas a fool Guess one mans trash is a next mans jewel This is my way to live But its just the way it is You got to understand That I never could trust a man But I got to let it go And stop livin in the past Give you a chance , give you a chance... When we first met on Saks Fifth, knew that you was that chick Rollie sayin holla at her, whip sayin girl get in Remind me of a women that, I can have without the stress Asked if she had a man, couldnt tell if no or yes Hell, I jus dipped her number, talked more When I hit you one conversation, I knew that she had trust issues Who the hell would do that, man cheated on her twice Last one before that, found out homie had a wife Looked so secure, but yet so delicate Cant come back in the crib without a search for evidence Baby girl, I aint here to hurt you, here to protect and serve you Aint your fool model them other dudes dont deserve you What you tryin to do, scare me off and leave you low Funny how you let it ring and never answer your phone The accuser got me curious, I asked who it was He like the sold-a-soul man, who the fuck you cuz? Im out... This is my way to live But its just the way it is You got to understand That I never could trust a man But I got to let it go And stop livin in the past Give you a chance , give you a chance... Everytime I hurt you Its because of what someone else has done to me And I know its not really fair Though I just cant trust you Cause I just got outta something, Im not runnin Boy you know that Im running scared You treat me so good Thats its just too good to be true And I dont think that I really deserve To be treated like a woman should Cause I been so hurtin the past, Im still carryin bags This is my way to live But its just the way it is You got to understand That I never could trust a man But I got to let it go And stop livin in the past Give you a chance , give you a chance... We can ball to the fullest baby, its alright Its alright You can style if you want, go ahead, stunt If its diamonds you like go ahead pick em up Get the first Bentley Spurs, His & Hers

Shorty the Henny got me feelin right My momma gone, you can spend the night I aint playin, Im tryna fuck tonight Clothes off, face down, ass up, come on Shorty, you roll with the winners, right You see now me, I got my money right Im tryna teach you how to play, how the big boys play When you come around my way Now see the Bentley got the 20 inch chrome You could get in, but dont touch the phone Money come, money go, I know But everytime I flow, its more money, fo sho In the street niggas sayin Im nice Watch flooded, no more room for ice Niggas be on TV stuntin hard, and in the hood The same niggas they be gettin robbed You might hear I get shot but, I dont get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog Ooh, baby I like it, I like it Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile Everytime we dance you make it worth my while Shorty, if you wanna roll with some ballers, you should call us Im tryna make sure you hear me We rap now, we rollin and Im holdin And Ima make sure you hear me I freak off with the video chicks Sweatin tracks out in back of the 6 MTV, they gon play my hits Even though Im real ghetto and shit I got a G niggas shoot that Ace Your ass bettin Ima cut your face Last thing I need is to catch a new case, I dont know nothin bout them high hats but I sell base The city boys tryna kill a kid They shot me up in front of my crib He had the drop, I couldnt run from him Shot in the hand, tryna take the fuckin gun from him Little homie sayin, 50, you tough 9 shots just wasnt enough Ooh, baby I like it, I like it Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile Everytime we dance you make it worth my while Nigga, you best be comin up with my cash Dont make me go and get the gat out the stash Ill come back and pop one in your ass Dont play with the money, no not with the money Niggas get knocked when they start playin games Stop tellin the police my name I dont mind givin chicks them tips They let me play with then tits and hips When I come through, they know Im a thug Out in Atlanta in the gentlemens club I rap but Im still sellin them Os My man Mike still pimpin them hoes He said if the ho knew better, shed come through better And make a pimp more cheddar Ooh, baby I like it, I like it Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile Everytime we dance you make it worth my while 50 make it crazy in the club Im speaking clearly so you can hear me I come through niggas always show me love Im speaking clearly so yall can hear me Niggas want beef, yall could see me in the street Im speaking clearly so you can hear me But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat Im speaking clearly so yall can hear me

This time.. Ima make it clear.. That Im number one, uhh Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious Maybe this is who I should make the missus Lets conversate a little like a fiddle, play with the middle They way she shake when it wiggle, I mean she hot like a kettle Well, me Im strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread So I line you up and I dent you You run youre fucked when I catch you You only eat cause I let you, I hate the fact that I met you When you could say that you know me and act like Im your homie Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go, baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control... Haha... yeah... yeah... yeah... She scratch my back when Im stroking She scream she like it, she open Im sitting back while she sucking, she super freaky, I love it The sex is better than basic, that kitty kat, yeah, I chase it She do it just how I like it, position after position Fast stroke, short stroke, deep stroke, listen She down for pushing her limits, thats why Im pushing up in it Start kissing her lips then Im kissing her neck When my tongue cross her tatas, then bet it get wet to her, easy Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go , baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control... (This is how its supposed to feel I said this is how its supposed to feel...) Ill spend the night with you If you promise you will do All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... yeah... Work it out now... wooohooooooo... !) I wanna make you fall in love Make you touch the stars above Please me low and be my friend Ill come back and hit it again And again, and again, and again Dont go away Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go, baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control... What? Let me get that Lex, nigga Sex wetter than aquariums Flashing, to get their ass and Who fucks slow in Lear jets and coupes My ones stacking You aint know that I be macking, uhh The extra set of keys, the thirty Gs Them trips to Belize, had you living on your knees, uhh Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas The forty room palace, sipping Cristal-ise Uhh, what, uhh Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go Baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control... Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and dont let go, baby Im about to explode Cause all my love you can control...

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 jack Im the type to borrow your gat then wont give the shit back Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress the ass gently in back of Bentleys You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin Im planning to take over New York then start expanding Was Bob Marley singing about teks when he sung Im Jammin? Nigga fuck with my cash and Ill blast yo ass Snatch the Glock out the stash in the dash in mash Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots Ima find yo ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I aint playin with you, I want my money motherfucker Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word? He had the same shit you got on dog, word? I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard? I run with niggas thatll spray and strip and stay there 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 in a baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry niggas with me straight from the street These industry niggas are startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggas living on section eight in public housing Theyll murder you and keep the shit low cause niggas heard of you Them b-more niggas is rowdy rowdy Them Detroit niggas is bout it bout it If they say they gonna kill ya nigga dont you doubt it Got your gun well dont leave home without it 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 heart broke, 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, its 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 murder any mic device, for the right price, Im nice I only say things once, never twice, dont fuck with me

Cant believe this, man. This fat nigga talking gbout how he wanna fight. Ill fuck your ass up, Joe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I started out with more than a dollar and a dream Three and half grams and the pistol, nahmean? Yall niggas know me, mane, I dont give a fuck From day one a nigga just trynna come up Rings on my mama table, cups never in the coaster Trigger finger soaked, pistol never in the holster Five hundred grams, gem stars get to choppin .38 special with the grip, get to poppin My lifestyle is impeccable, I haunt you niggas Such a fat ass lie, now Im on you, nigga You turn on your TV you see me on the screen You doze off, fat fuck, see me in your dreams If I dont see you with the scope Imma see you with the beam And when you see the yellow tape, you can see the crime scene You can mark, see the spot, then you know what I mean In the day or in the dark, I put that work in, B Im on it like that, living like that, you made me like that Pussy fat nigga fucking with me I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back Pussy boy really fucking with me Louis Cotton cant stand a stand up nigga You gettin money, get your hands up, nigga Go figure Figure out a way to get you home They swagger jacking so I switch cologne Use a different tone or get hit with chrome You aint touching me, no way, José, holmes Throw shots, you gon pay for em Name Banks, the PLK Handle my BI the DL way, go play Im on it like that, living like that, you made me like that Pussy fat nigga fucking with me I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back Pussy boy really fucking with me Rap is like wresting, everything is fake But its a good pussy-getter and the cash is great The rap game, the grim reaper Koya Little niggas like Game think they Ultimate Warrior Fat niggas like Joe think they Andre The Giant I put my Ruger in his face, his fat ass will be quiet JAY Z, million dollar man, Nasty Nas virtue Nigga, drop me out a show with my goons and murk you Brraat Im on it like that, living like that, you made me like that Pussy fat nigga fucking with me I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back Pussy boy really fucking with me Charlie got a string on it, gauge got a beam on it Niggas tell me he aint want it Imma hit him up anyway, ok-k Tijuana, having meetings with my esés Burritos and kilos, I get it back the next day Buck, he gon wrap a nigga wife tonight Anything is possible if the price is right She want the nigga to own that big home you renting Hope the nigga get you the little money you getting Motherfucker Im on it like that, living like that, you made me like that Pussy fat nigga fucking with me I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back Pussy boy really fucking with me

Nigga I ain’t fucking around SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig? I go to war with one nine I work, you see mine But I ain’t never ever gonna say I did it In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks You stuntin’ on hungry niggas, go ahead get your ass shot Your neck got your chain on it Bullet got your name on it I’m serious, sometimes it seems like I’m playin’ Dump a shell case in your face, The DA’s coming for me They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case I know some niggas, some snitches I know some bitches who’s scared I got some shooters around me and they stay fully prepared We got them straps you niggas look at and flinch Ghetto nigga get rich, what you think I’ma get? We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper We got that Ruger that Mac, I call it my bitch nigga ether All we do is get that grain And my niggas move cocaine Plus we let them hammers bang I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue Niggas’ll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren’t you Nigga, my vest on, my chucks are bomb proof You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I’m on you This aint tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the hood Stay the fuck out the way with your mouth shut like you should! When the bullshit start I’mma find a spot Aim it right at your knot than the shell cases’ll drop Man, you niggas don’t know me, you know my government name Go ‘head ask about booboo, they tell you I let it bang Got a big reputation, there’s something wrong with my brain Nigga front, I’mma squeeze it, go ‘head stunt, I’m squeeze it All we do is get that grain And my niggas move cocaine Plus we let them hammers bang I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang Yeah! Back on my shit, man! I don’t give a fuck about fitting in You niggas gonna follow me! Back to the ground, nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty! Now wan’ get dirty with me? We gon’ see if you all you niggas done with soft? All y’all get with the shit man This the shit man All the real niggas feel it! Rest of you RnB ass niggas Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga Fuck It! G-G-G-G-G-Unit! SMS Audio, Sleek By 50 R.I.P NATE DOGG

If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me? You know you won’t play with a nigga I fly out to spend the day with a nigga First flight, first seat and first class First pair of Giuseppes, first Birkin bag I’m Street King, so you’ll be fit for a king When we step out on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your night in shining armor And retro Jordan’s, Giselle’s and a leather bomber Bright lights, city life, I’ll show around New York a bit From hot dogs and pretzels to the expensive shit Cause we can shop till my nickname Saks Fifth Madison Ave mindframe, baby I stack chips smile Me cell phone’ll capture the moment When your emotions start to shift I’ma just shoot that over your brown eyes To chocolate thighs Make me wanna sing good lord Is this Adam and Eve happening again? We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right Let me know if you’re with it That kush in my hood so good, roll it up, back wood Can’t wait to let you hit it Now you’re in my world Now you’re in my world! Planet Fifty Listen shawty, this is my foreplay without the touching You can say it’s my forté, I feel you coming Mindsex I make you wanna take your clothes off 2020 golden Benz, I’m feeling that concept I want the best, now can you be the best for me Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect recipe Let’s take a walk on the wild side and chat til your body language is saying, boy come get this cake In my mind ten times, I done took off your clothes So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know it’s a go I’m a gambling man, talking ’bout life not dicing And that look in your eyes say it’s going down tonight You can show me what you’re into As I get into, kissing, licking, switching positions Acting like a nympho Round after round, I show you how I put it down Jet set, mile high club

When its on you better get-get-get-get-get down Get-get-get-get-get down I pull out you better, get down I let off you better, get down Get-get-get-get-get down, get-get-get-get-get down When its on you better, get dow I pull out you better, get dow You know it takes 7 days and 6 nights before I get right I get Puffy then I lean on him, put that beam on him You proably heard Ma$e tried to join the team Cause Puffys too busy selling pimple cream What Puff sell next is Maybelline Or dance next to Joc to try to get hot This is the quiet before the storm, the warning before its on 50 back on that shit, 50 finger to flip They dont do it like this, concentrate on the wrists I got see-through rocks on a Chronoswiss I got rich real quick, now Im sipping on Cris Its T-O-N-Y, G-Unit is the clique On the back the clip, thats the hammer on the pound So you better Im on the Greyhound and now Im on the run Cause I aint doing time for no damn murder one When I roll through the hood, man, its all good These hoes get down when I show em my wood Niggas get down cause they knowing they should And when them thangs spit rounds they flow through the hood If yous a hard nigga you feeling you gotta prove it I run with the Unit, please man dont do it Act tough now, you have to duck down You hit the lotto last week, you out of luck now, nigga I get money, money I got The strawberry deck could be the same color the drop You can see a nigga clear when I put down the top Sunlight hit the watch, you see the shit down the block Anything colored VS, my shit right My shits is diamonds, yours boltonites I know ya plan was to fake it till you make it But Imma blow ya ass up, lets face it