1.Intro
(Two quarters dropping onto a table; a gun being loaded and
cocked)
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)
What up, Blood？ (What)
What up, Cuz？ (What)
What up, Blood？ (What)
What up, Gangstaaa？
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 them 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, blood (what)
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around
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 fuck us, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
3.Patiently Waiting
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right？
I owe you for this one
Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your ass will get rolled on
It feels like my flowz been hot for so long
If you thinkin Im fuckin fall off your so wrong
I'm inisent in my head, like a baby born dead
destination heaven, sit and politic with passengars from nine
eleven
The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined
shit I aint even gotta try to shine
God's a seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame
straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook
50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan
picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source'l quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops does that make me bitta？
I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta？
In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel
lookin for a slut with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again
These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend
Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm.
when you lay on the table they operatin to save you
itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above
They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it, shit
basically
they just playin sick, they aint shit They aint sayin shit..
spray'em Fifty
A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
and turn this day into fuckin mayhem you stayin wit me？
Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you
when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu
You get the message am I gettin through to you？
You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz dont even know do you？
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the fuck do you got？
You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot
The Jugganautz of this rap shit like it or not
Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot
You put your life in this - nothin like survivin the shot
Y'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cuz I get alot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
some cowards fucked with the wrong building they meant to hit
ours
Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower
theres nothin spookier, you're now about to witness the power of
fuckin Fifty
Its the gun squad ya'll when the shots go off
Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty
See a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown off
Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my name
You shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass house
and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
cuz I'll break your face, have your ass runnin
mumblin to the Jake, you goin against me dawg you makin a
mistake
Ill split you leave you lookin like the Michael Jackson's
jackets with all themzippers Im 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, you callin her wifey
I fuck her feed her fast food, you keepin her icy
Im down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in 94'： 'We dont love them hoez'
I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich
see the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the six
niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez
muthafuckas
(50 Cent)
Its fifty
4.Many Men(Wish Death)
feat. (Lloyd Banks)
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son？
50, calm down, here he come
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!？
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
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
So when my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Sunny 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
So when 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 fucking 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
So when my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
5.In Da Club
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
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, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change, hoe's 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 I'm 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 willin to get bi and they ready to go
My flow, my show brought me the doe
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
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 ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the
style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside they wit a bottle of bub
They know where we fuckin be
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been
either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
6.High All The Time
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
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
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 Benz 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
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 aight, nigga I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
7.Heat
bridge
If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin'
To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock it
No way you could stop it
When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught
The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you...
corus
I ain't playing'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie i aint playin'
Catch you slippin' imma kill you
I ain't playin'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie i ain't playin'
Verse 1
Keep thinkin' im candy
'Til your fuckin' skull get popped
And your brain pop out the top, like Jack-in-the-box(yeh!)
In the hood, summer time is the killin' season
Is hot out this bitch, that's a good enough reason(whoo!)
I see gangstas get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin' 'Lord Jesus help me!'
Cuz they ass leavin'
When that window roll down and that AK come out
You could squeeze your little hand-gun 'til u run out
And you could run for your back-up
The machine-gun shells gon' tear your back up
God's on your side, shit im aight with that
Cuz we gon' reload them clips and come on right back
It's a fact homie
You go against me you fucked!
I hit the drop if you could duck yourluckier then lady luck
Look nigga
Don't think you safe cuz you moved out the hood
Cuz your moma still around dawg and that ain't good
If you get smart you be shookin' me
Cuz I get tired of lookin' for you, spray your moma crib and let
your ass look
for me
bridge
If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin'
To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock it
No way you could stop it
When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught
The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you...
corus
I ain't playing'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie i aint playin'
Catch you slippin' imma kill you
I ain't playin'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie i ain't playin'
Verse 2
My heart bleeds for you nigga
I can't wait to get to you
Behind the twinkle in your eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
Cuz they'll be no white flags, and no peace talk
I got my back against the wind
I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out
If I die today i'm happy how my life turned out
See the shoot outs i done been in them by myself
Locked up I was in a box, by myself
Ida made myself a millionaire, by myself
Now shit changed muthafucka, i can hire some help
Ida heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But you shoot a friend and get shot at, it won't do you no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive, your bones still fuckin' hurt when it rains
Oh you a pro at playin' battle-ship, well this ain't the same
Lil' homie this a whole different type of role game
See the losers end up in shackels and muthafuckin' chains
Or laid out in the street, leakin' out they brains
bridge
If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin'
To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock it
No way you could stop it
When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught
The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you...
corus
I ain't playing'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie i aint playin'
Catch you slippin' imma kill you
I ain't playin'
Hear what im sayin'
Homie i ain't playin'
Verse 3
After the fist-fight is gun fire boy you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin' me
All the wrong i've done the Lord still keeps on blessin' me
Fill the wrong wrap cuz Dr.Dre got the recipe(recipe)
Yeh...haha
Ay Dre!
You got me feelin' real bullet proof up in this muthafucka
Cuz the windows on my muthafuckin' Benz is bullet proof nigga
Cuz my muthafuckin' vest is bullet proof nigga
Cuz my muthafuckin' hat is bullet proof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' cuncusion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga？
hahahaha
8.If I Can't
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
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)
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!)
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)
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 low-pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO,OH NO IM LOCO
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)
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)
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 money than these teachers
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
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
9.Blood Hound
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, 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 man (clique man)
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)
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
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' (fire bro')
Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron
for (that iron
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'
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)
10.Back Down
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...
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 if 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 disrespectful cuz to me you're a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never poked 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...
'The rap game 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
South Side Till I die thats just how I gets downI'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 Mitsubtichi Tie 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 mayne'
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)
I ain't tellin anyone you pussy
I ain't gon tell nobody you gettin extorted
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patiently waitin to blowwwwwwww
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the '50 Cent Show'
This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you feel for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right？
I ain't goin nowhere, I done told you nigga
Im a G-Unit muthafuckin soulja nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)
oh no he didnt say anything about ja okay ja is MY boo okay
Jeffery Atkinsss
aint neva hurt nobody an' yall know! big thangs come in small
packages!
Hollaaa! Now everything was cool, until 50 Cent came back in to
da picture.
they better not put they hands on jeffry cuz first of all...they
do NOT know
that I am a twelve degree pink belt okay I will dice his ass up
like a little
piece of celery okay cuz see thay dont know me! Delicious, do
they know me？
okay I thought so, cuz you know I know karate and I will see him
and I will
Jet Li his ass ＊!Whituuuuuuuu Whua!＊
11.P.I.M.P.
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them fools fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying 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, think 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 trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you need someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
I told you fools before, I stay with the two's
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep
her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
This aint a secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choosing with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
See I talk a lil fast, but if you listen real fast
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
Haha,
Yeah
12.Like My Style
(feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit))
(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'
Well that's what you get for tryin to play me
The Aftermath and my path 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 Yayo, I got this
See 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
(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
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
Put 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
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
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)
Really really ready (ready)
13.Poor Lil' Rich
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 then
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in
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
New York niggaz, copy 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 N.Y. whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, nigga go head and front
I go and pop the trunk, come back, pullout and dump (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, shoulda to split ya up
I lay you down, them coroner 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 dirty 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
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
14.21 Questions
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
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...
If I fell 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 ----- 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？
In the bed if I used my tongue, would
you like that？
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back？
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that
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...
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 starin' at you, tryin to figure how u got in them jeans
If I was down, would you say things to make me smile？
I treat you how you wanna be treated, just teach me how
If I was with some other chick, and someone happen' to see
And when you ask me about it, I say 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
We only humans, 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'd say anything to make you smile
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...
would you love me in a Bentley
would you love me on a bus
I'll ask 21 questions
And they all about us
would you love me in a Bentley
would you love me on a bus
I'll ask 21 questions
And they all about us
15.Don't Push Me
(feat. Lloyd Banks ＆ Eminem)
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
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
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 mum in tears
Got me heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong '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
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
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
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
16.Gotta Make It To Heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked
An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that
U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
An get guns away in the hood like government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak
In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars
So I switch up whips to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
An make it wet niggaz if you round me son
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im' goin' through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause goin' through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass
Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down
They sprayed I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call ？50 waddup？
U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy
Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail
Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail
Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib
Man social service finis' come an take dem kids
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can I change
the courage
the change the things I can, but wisdom know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
Thas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up in the Benz
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuckin' be friends
Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol
In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy
Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies
See it might be his, an it might be yours
Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores
Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You got to tell me, you feelin this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, cause im goin' through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
17.U Not Like Me
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
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 go straight 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
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
Besides, you ain't got no drive - You not like me
Like me dawg, you not like me
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
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
Besides, you ain't got no drive - You not like me
Like me dawg, you not like me
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
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
Besides, you ain't got no drive - You not like me
Like me dawg, you not like me
18.Life's On The Line
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
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
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
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
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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