You Need Me lyrics - G-Unit

Yeah. It's 50...

Look you need me man

You need me

I mean you hate me

But you need me

Cause I got the best product man

I mean look, it's pure, it's pure as snow...

I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you

You could get smoked when I come through, okay, okay

If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do

I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay... (50 Cent!)

Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do

Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay

I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend

And now Ima grind, Ima stack, and Ima do it again, okay, okay

Lemme show you how

Lemme show you how

I can show you how

Lemme show you how!...

This is that Porche GT shit

That Baltimore G shit

That body-bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit

Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50

I get my hands on that paper y'all need to fuck with' me, bitch

Who want the dice, pray the outcomes nice, like 7 or 11 Ima winner

Pick up the chips, better yet bitch pick up the bricks

Tell the valet to bring us the whip

Look at the Vegas lights

I told ya I'll light up ya life

Pull up to the floor in a Ricky Hatton fight

Ima champion baby... A little bit crazy

But crazy's unpredictable and that's entertaining

So you hear the boss up, concrete blue, gossip

Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out

I can't be more then me

But you can make me out to be what you want me to be... 50!

It's just a pinch man

It's a sample

You're not supposed to get high

Off the sample

You're just supposed to feel a buzz

I'm not tryna get you where you need to go, with this...

I'm just havin' fun, you know?

Probably waiting for a next verse

Well there's not a next verse comin!

I'm just playing man

Well you could take a bag of this right here

We'll call this right here the body bag

Lemme put a stamp on this dope right here

Yeah that blue magic shit Jay gave you

But I know you need to get high again

Nigga if life is a gamble roll the dice

If the Feds kick the door then it's natural life, okay, okay

I got the dope in the vice, 8 pots on the stove

Move 8 bricks on about 8 hoes, okay, okay...

I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, Ima block hugger

I respect real G's like Don Fischer

I ain't ya middle man

I'm ya boss man, Pablo Escobar

King of New York man

King of the coke man

King of the dope man

Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man

Ask fish bone if I had fish scale

Jump in the '6 let that bitch fish scale

For real...!

It feels like silk!

This is that Sin City

Golden Navy

Players Club

Sue's Rendezvous

I mean this is like head!

Good Sex!

Now watch this climax!

I'll take it to the next level...

Come on...

There's a lot of product out there

But I'm the pure thing

4 rings, Ross-niggas, the guns

And court swings

Hip-Hop-Heroine

I'm better then whoever

When I inject the medicine it turns into a fetish

Fettuccini when I dine

Rap, White Line

Wanna recline

My jewels blind

I got a 89' grind

My Mercedes ride by 'em

My ladies top dime

I line 'em up, I ain't here to make friends, I'm bout a buck

I man the game like a corner

Everybody cut-throatin' hopin' they can catch a come up run up on a nigga jokin'

You strong enough for smokin?

That 2K raw

No bag, come back, You get what you paid for

Whore...!