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1. _ Blood Hound
(feat. Young Buck (G-Unit)) [50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [50 Cent] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't fuckin' playin' I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain Fo' I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn) See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out) Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out) Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn) When witnesses around, they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn) My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that) I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at) [Chorus 2x] I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though [Young Buck] I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida') I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya) When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya) Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's You better stay in line bro' (in line bro') Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro') Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for) I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us) And I admit it, I live it I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa' [Chorus 2x] [50 Cent] My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin' And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey) They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me) When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn) If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn) But if you get away and come back another day My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn) Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn) Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn) Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn) [Chorus 2x] more free lyrics
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2. _ What Up Gangsta?
G-Unit (What)
We in here (What)
We can get the drama popping
We don't care (What, what, what)
It's going down (What)
'Cause I'm around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?
[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)
[Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)]
[Bridge]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge (4x)]
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3. _ Back Down
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN
Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...
[Chorus]
"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside until I die that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah's crack child
Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
[Chorus]
I ain't tellin anyone you pussy
I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patently waitin to BLOWW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga
I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
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4. _ Intro
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5. _ Heat
[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"Slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"
"I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin
Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't playin
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-da-box (yeah!)
In the hood summer time is the killing season (wooh!)
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
Cause we gonna reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, haha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, haha ha ha
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6. _ Gotta Make It to Heaven
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7. _ Lifes On The Line (Bonus)
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For bitches who don't know me
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[Hook]
Scream murder! [I don't believe you!]
Murder! [Fuck around and leave you!]
Murder! [I don't believe you!]
Murder, murder! [Your life's on the line!]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[Hook]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one
[One]
[Hook]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
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8. _ BloodHound
[50 Cent]
G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked
[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my name
Man I ain't fuckin' playin'
I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo' I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt
For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip
Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game
Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at)
[Chorus 2x]
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though
[Young Buck]
I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida')
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn
I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's
You better stay in line bro' (in line bro')
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro')
Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for)
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa'
[Chorus 2x]
[50 Cent]
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin'
And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)
They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down
I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand
You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn)
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9. _ Wanksta
[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it [50 Cent] You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on Paroza's, 94 cuz I commit tha crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin [Verse 2] Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh [Chorus 2X] more free lyrics
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10. _ Like My Style
[50 Cent]
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) I know you like style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot
The hoodrats they say "He so crazy"
The snitches they say "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryin to play me
The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY
No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit
"
50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us
They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas
Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how
[50 Cent]
The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like "baby girl I like them curves"
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard
From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us
Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love
And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin
Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin
We family baby, kissin cousins
Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin
After we play, ok, got to ya husband
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style (Uh huh)
You gone like how I break it down
[Tony Yayo]
You're not really, really ready (ready)
The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!
You're not really, really ready (ready)
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin
You're not really, really ready (ready)
Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin
You're not really, really ready (ready)
You think ya ready, ya not (ya not)
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11. _ Don't Push Me
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Eminem) [50 Cent] I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading,'cause I know where I've been Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing I come up with something Come through your strip, fronting, stunting It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning Haters hate that I'm winnning Man I've been hot from the beginning Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot No I aint stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy [Lloyd Banks] I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry To young to understand, the consequences of man Living a lie, I gotta get that money I'll be damned if If I'm bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'Cause they fronting 20 years Of watching my mama's tears Got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it These niggas don't want me balling, they want me bury Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry Laying with bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer 'Cause I'mma stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gon' call my number Under, my chest is a heart of a lion I ain't lieing , bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a giant I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion End of discussion My blood is colder, so I'm bolder And it's either soda Hood on my my shoulder Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy [Eminem] These are my ideas This is my sweat and tears This is shit that I solved with my balls, my ears This is me who's gotta be What you see on TV What you hear on CD What appears easy Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies Fronting like it's all fun and games Till they shoot 'em up bang Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying I bully my way in this game, man I'm done playing Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing I'mma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers There's no way I'mma back down, like a goddamn coward I can't, how would I look as man bowing to his knees Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at 'em, please Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall, I try to show you art Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start Showing you fucken old farts a whole other side I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with Some fucken marshmellow, little soft yellow Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy more free lyrics
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12. _ Patiently Waiting
[50 Cent talking]
Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right...I.. I owe you for this one
[Chorus]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
[50 Cent]
I've finished it in my head
Like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic with passin just from 9-11 (yea)
The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)
Shit I aint even got to try to shine
God's a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain
I got scribtures in my brain
I can spit at your thang
Straight out the good book
Look niggaz is shook
50 fear no man warrior
Swing swords like Conan
Picture me pen in hand
Write lines knowin' THE SOURCE will quote it
When I die they'll read this
And say a genius wrote it
I grew up witout my Pop
Shit that make me bitter
I caught cases and got out
Does that make me a quitter
In this white mans world
I'm simmilar to a squirral
Lookin for a slut
Wit a nice but to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone
Will stop ringing again
These industry niggaz ain't friends
They know how to pretend
[Chorus (2x)]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin Im'a fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(It's 50!!)
[Eminem]
Youve been patiently waiting
To make it through all the hate
And debatin weither or not
You can even weather the storm
When she lay on the table
They operating to save you
It's like a Angel came to you
Sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy
But they ain't crazy lets face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit they ain't sayin shit
Spray umh 50 (gun shots)
A to K get in the way
I bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem
You stayin wit me
Don't let me lose you
I'm not tryin to confuse you
When I let lose wit this oozee
And just shoot through you Izuzu
You get the message
Am I gettin through to you
You know it's comin
You motherfuckers dont even kno do you
Take some BIG and some PAC
And you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little bit Yellow Top
What the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers
Tied up in a knot
The Jebanauds of this rap shit
Like it or not it's like a fight to the top
To see who die for the spot
You put your life in this
Nothin like survivng a shot
Y'all know what time it is
Soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats
Cause I get alot
Shady Records was 80 seconds
Away from the towers
Them cowards fucked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children
Their Nuclear showers theres nothin spookier
Your now about to witness the power
Fuck umh!
[Chorus]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(It's 50!!)
It's the Gun Squad here
And you hear the shots go off
(It's 50, They say It's 50)
You see a nigga laid out
Wit his fuckin top blown off
(It's 50, Man that was'nt 50)
They don't holla my name
[50 Cent]
You should'nt throw stones
If you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw
You should watch your mouth
Cause I'll break your face
Have you ass runnin
Mumbling to the check
Your going against me dogg
You makin a mistake
I split yo lip
You lookin like them
Michael Jack-Son Jackets
Wit all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat
You can call me Skipper
The way I turn the money over
You should call me Flipper
Your Bitch a regular Bitch
Your callin her Wifey
I fucked her feed her fast food
You keepin' her Icee
I'm down to sell records
But not my soul
Snoop said this in '94
"We don't love them ho's"
I got pennies for my dogs
Now I'm rich
See the 20's spinnin'
Lookin mean on the 6
Nigga's wearin flags
Cause the colors match they clothes
The get caught in the wrong hood
And filled up with holes
Motherfucka'
[Chorus (2x)]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin Im'a fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(It's 50!!)
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13. _ 21 Questions
(feat. Nate Dogg) [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch suns in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't 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'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!) Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving? Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us more free lyrics
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14. _ Poor Lil Rich
[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing bitch get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty its only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick That's why these niggaz is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my shit See I'm alive man I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me I'ma blaze it in My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in [Chorus: repeat 2x] I was a poor nigga Now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga [Verse 2] New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat I can't go commercial, they love me in the street I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen [Chorus (2x)] I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game But she don't know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work man [Chorus (2x)] more free lyrics
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15. _ Poor Lil' Rich
Verse 1)
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these niggaz is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm alive man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
(Chorus: repeat 2x)
I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga
(Verse 2)
New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen
Chorus (2x)
I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man
Chorus (2x)
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16. _ In Da Club
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if your into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if your into getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem then them hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up and I ain't changed
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my joint get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at your bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking about money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me, cuz go 'head switch the style up
If niggas hate then let 'em hate
Just watch the money pile up
Or we could go upside your head wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus (2x)]
[Talking]
[Laughing] Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither nigga
We in the club all the time nigga, if it's a problem, pop off nigga
G-Unit
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17. _ P.I.M.P Remix (Bonus)
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
[50 Cent]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
WRONG: Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
RIGHT: Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple you can't see
You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
G-G-G-G-UNIT!
[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
I drive a Cadillac with a perm
Cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking C.R.I.P.
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
I drive a Cadillac with a perm
Cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P.
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'
[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
[Lloyd Banks]
You need to switch over and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP
[Young Buc]
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
WRONG: We drive old school white walls with mink clothes
RIGHT: We drive old school white walls with mink floors
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
That money make the world go round, so lets get mo'
Its time to show these playas how it should be done
WRONG: You got pimp protection, you're mic could be one, G-UNIT
RIGHT: You got pimp potential, ya might could me one, G-UNIT!
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[50 Cent speaking]
In Hollywood, they say there no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood, they say, theres no b'ness like ho b'ness
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
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18. _ If I Can't
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[hook - 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)
[hook - 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 Cent, Dr Dre]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)
[hook - 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it
[hook - 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
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19. _ U Not Like Me (Bonus)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
[Verse 1]
Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
*click* *click* you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn
[Chorus 2X]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
[Verse 2]
Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE
[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
[Verse 3]
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha
[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
*Ad-libing to the end*
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20. _ High All The Time
[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit
Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit
Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit
[Verse 1]
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell'em HOLD up,
You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood
I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I- twist that la, la, la, la
I get high as I wanna nigga
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga
I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Pen fo' clapping one of my fans
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
[Chorus]
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
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21. _ Many Men (Wish Death)
(feat. Lloyd Banks) [Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a motherfucker [50 Cent] Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent] Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me 'Cause I'll come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me more free lyrics
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