Rat Joe (Skit) lyrics - G-Unit
[Fat Joe:]
Protect yourself. The real story's gonna come out. Now, I'm telling you the truth. That I'm sure MG knows Gucci Mane. You know the guy who brought his guns? Gucci Mane, the realest rapper from ATL? Who shoots people all the time? Call him. This is such a shame. This is such a shame. Let me just... Lil' Kim got a year in jail. Lil' Kim got a year in jail because someone got shot in front of Hot 97, and she didn't even shoot. The guy who alledegly shot is one of the realest dudes from Brooklyn ever, D Rock, got 17 years in jail. You know that the cameras in front of Hot 97 are the best cameras ever created to the...
[Miss Jones:]
You stupid
[Fat Joe:]
How come, how come The Game and them was out there 150 deep and went to rush 50 Cent, and they know he got shot in the leg. The man who got shot in the leg actually went to jail because he violated his parole...
[Miss Jones:]
But the cameras wasn't there, they came after that
[Fat Joe:]
Why, why the guy who shot him never got locked up? It was D Rock and everybody got locked up. Why? I'll tell you why, Miss Jones. 50 Cent got stabbed by Black [?]. 50 Cent got shot up and the guy who shot him up parties in his club every night and he does nothing about it. The real story's gonna come out
Hollow Thru Him lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
50. Believe me, it's easy. We number one effortlessly. This is the Unit
Pussy nigga come around me movin'
I'll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
I'll leave your body oozin'
I don't know who confused him (who confused him)
From PR to DR, niggas know who we are
They know how we do it, it's the motherfucking Unit
Push the rock, move the yayo, stack paper like lego
Rap tornado, yeah, we fuck with Tego
He don't even speak Spanish, he a fraud
Joe really don't want drama, he a broad, see that cannon, oh Lord
That nigga get to talking to God
Like father forgive me for my sins and forgive me for my friends
If you give me one more chance I will not do this again
Why 50 never lose, man? He always wins
It's cause the block love us, you cocksucker
I got your number, this could be your last summer
Pussy nigga come around me movin'
I'll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
I'll leave your body oozin'
I don't know who confused him (who confused him)
[Tony Yayo:]
Passport's stamped up, money mesmerizing
Tropic horizon, juicy socializing
Oochie girl coniving, but Gucci girl poppin'
Chloe bag, Chloe boots down to the stockings
I catch extras with extra toppings
Hunnid E-X, 50 dropped the top in
Ain't no stoppin, G-Unit poppin'
Audi R8, jake cannot stop him (break it down now)
Joe ain't poppin', Khaled ain't poppin'
Fans see them and they not stoppin '
Fans see me when I'm hurr mate shoppin'
Gucci shoppin', tags is poppin'
[50 Cent:]
Pussy nigga come around me movin'
I'll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
I'll leave your body oozin'
I don't know who confused him (who confused him)
[Lloyd Banks:]
You could take your white flag and stick it, I'm different
Which means a nigga diss me we can't kick it
Matter of fact, a nigga diss me he diss himself
I'm papa, I'll whoop these niggas, pick a belt
A clown won't bump heads with me, Hulk Hogan bold
I'll crush you like bugs on a open road
Another sixteen bars, another overload
It's hot out, and none of my shoes are open toes
You see a lot of bling on stage, it's probably mine
I got four rings on me like the Audi sign
I take the elevator down, make the lobby shine
A nigga try to take what's mine, nigga, shotty time
[50 Cent:]
Pussy nigga come around me movin'
I'll put a hollow through him (hollow through him)
I'll leave your body oozin'
I don't know who confused him (who confused him)
That nigga's a rat, son. You heard that nigga? He's like, "the truth won't come out". Donnie Brasco-ass nigga, man. You know who the fuck he is, man. He gonna be like, "yo, Macho! They got us, come out from behind the car. Come on, man, they got us". Niggas sweet, man. The fuck is these niggas from? They make the Bronx look bad
Rider Pt. 2 lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, Young Buck)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't trying to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Motherfuckers getting with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip ,I'll go for your head
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance telling you hold on
The choir in your funeral singing you so long
The top shotta, that rock product, the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles, the whole spot up
The more paper the more strength, we gon' get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp, we ain't missin'
I'm back on my bullshit, a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch, throw a song in your new whip
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Nigga, it's G-Unit, fuck your clique
Like syphillis, bitch, you stuck with this
I'm a loyal nigga, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost your mind, bumped your head
Try to stop my shine, but I got bread
And I ain't got time to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'mma bust their head
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't trying to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Motherfuckers getting with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip ,I'll go for your head
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I'm coming out of Southside, you know I'm raw
Big-ass check, they show our score
I pull the dough out, and roll out, the cream Azure
The fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war
I'm hot, five hundred degress or more
My door block an M16 or more
I'm in the store copping shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, green galore
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, I said these niggas stop talking then start worrying
The Feds keep coming, the money we burying
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to Teen Wolf
I drive a spaceship, nigga, 2008 shit
Hermès kicks on, I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some hate shit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you, boy, I'm a soldier, boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you, boy, with the toaster, boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't trying to hear shit, I'm supposed to be rich
Motherfuckers getting with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip ,I'll go for your head
Red Light, Green Light lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent:]
Niggas stop at the red light
It's a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you don't want it, you ain't on it like I'm on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, it's a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
I walk the streets with the banger like a nigga in the yard
Whip the soft and the hard, I'll whoop ya ass, swear to God
Grams on the digi scale, coins in the wishing well
Shoot a punk pussy tail, my niggas get me out of jail
Buckshot, sawed-off, miss your head, hit your legs
Head dropped, getting popped, now I bet you wish you dead
Highways, three lanes, switch gears
Six gears, Chevy, 'Vette, shit yeah
Don't worry which year
New money, everything new I got
New Bentley, new bitch, new clips to pop
I got murderous intentions, you knew that shit
That's how you knew to hit the ground soon as I come around
Niggas stop at the red light
It's a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you don't want it, you ain't on it like I'm on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, it's a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
[Lloyd Banks:]
Niggas know how I give it up, stacking that bread
Make you a peephole through the back of your head
Yeah, you don't want niggas hopping over yard gates
Red lights in your face like car brakes
Pop shit like a coked up Scarface
Exotic chronic, fucking up my heart pace
Get out of line, be a body on the [?]
I'm a cold-hearted, soak-bodied, grimey motherfucker
[Tony Yayo:]
Ayo, broad daylight, hit your ass with the trey pound
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
Y'all niggas got the audacity
My gun game like Omar on that balcony
I turn a killer to a casualty
I'll kill your whole family off for some cheese and half a ki
Boy, you know when the iron hit 'em
Hollow split 'em, the cave make it look like a lion hit 'em
[50 Cent:]
Niggas stop at the red light
It's a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you don't want it, you ain't on it like I'm on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, it's a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
[Young Buck:]
Turn of the lights, [?], my bitch and she a dyke
She eat a nigga ass up on any given night
I been on one, lowkey staying out of sight
Hit a homerun, one flight, got my money right
Bitch, I'm back now - ain't no braids under the hat now
Only grenades and blades, guns go brrat now
I holla a peep, niggas getting wack now
50 say, "get 'em, Buck", niggas stack now
[50 Cent:]
Niggas stop at the red light
It's a infrared beam, I go hard for the green
Cause a homocide scene
Green light
So go get the dough
Nigga move, finna jux, so let the 40. cal blow
Red light
Nigga, you don't want it, you ain't on it like I'm on it
For that paper I smoke something
Green light
Nigga, it's a go
You already know for sure, my trey pound blow
I'm On It Like That lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent:]
Can't believe this, man. This fat nigga talking gbout how he wanna fight. I'll fuck your ass up, Joe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I started out with more than a dollar and a dream
Three and half grams and the pistol, nah'mean?
Ya'll niggas know me, mane, I don't give a fuck
From day one a nigga just trynna come up
Rings on my mama table, cups never in the coaster
Trigger finger soaked, pistol never in the holster
Five hundred grams, gem stars get to choppin'
.38 special with the grip, get to poppin'
My lifestyle is impeccable, I haunt you niggas
Such a fat ass lie, now I'm on you, nigga
You turn on your TV you see me on the screen
You doze off, fat fuck, see me in your dreams
If I don't see you with the scope I'mma see you with the beam
And when you see the yellow tape, you can see the crime scene
You can mark, see the spot, then you know what I mean
In the day or in the dark, I put that work in, B
I'm on it like that, living like that, you made me like that
Pussy fat nigga fucking with me
I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back
Pussy boy really fucking with me
[Lloyd Banks:]
Louis Cotton can't stand a stand up nigga
You gettin' money, get your hands up, nigga
Go figure
Figure out a way to get you home
They swagger jacking so I switch cologne
Use a different tone or get hit with chrome
You ain't touching me, no way, José, holmes
Throw shots, you gon' pay for 'em
Name Banks, the PLK
Handle my BI the DL way, go play
[50 Cent:]
I'm on it like that, living like that, you made me like that
Pussy fat nigga fucking with me
I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back
Pussy boy really fucking with me
[Tony Yayo:]
Rap is like wresting, everything is fake
But it's a good pussy-getter and the cash is great
The rap game, the grim reaper Koya
Little niggas like Game think they Ultimate Warrior
Fat niggas like Joe think they Andre The Giant
I put my Ruger in his face, his fat ass will be quiet
JAY Z, million dollar man, Nasty Nas' virtue
Nigga, drop me out a show with my goons and murk you
Brraat
[50 Cent:]
I'm on it like that, living like that, you made me like that
Pussy fat nigga fucking with me
I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back
Pussy boy really fucking with me
[Young Buck:]
Charlie got a string on it, gauge got a beam on it
Niggas tell me he ain't want it
I'mma hit him up anyway, ok-k
Tijuana, having meetings with my esés
Burritos and kilos, I get it back the next day
Buck, he gon' wrap a nigga wife tonight
Anything is possible if the price is right
She want the nigga to own that big home you renting
Hope the nigga get you the little money you getting
Motherfucker
[50 Cent:]
I'm on it like that, living like that, you made me like that
Pussy fat nigga fucking with me
I roll with the strap, sip on the yak, watch your back
Pussy boy really fucking with me
Hip-Hop Cop (Skit) lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Mike Epps)
[Mike Epps:]
Just shouting out 50 Cent, you know. Keep on mashing on them and watch them hip hop cops. 'Cause they will pull you over just to pat you down. Faggots
Fully Loaded lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Man, I had a nightmare last night and woke up me
Before I wrote my first verse and my first CD
Had the same.38, same old.9
With the scratches on the side, nigga used three times
Lane through your projects, bitch, let's ride
Oh, you don't wanna get in? Then what's up with your friends?
I got the count to keep 'em speeding
The dope to keep 'em leaning
They sniff it, yeah, they shoot it, man
They call me when they're fiending
I got what they want, yeah, I got what they like
That beige, boy, that brown, boy, and that china white
That mean bud, that green bud, that purple in the sack
That fish scale, that pretty girl, that's how my money stack
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out
You pussy niggas know what I'm about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out
You pussy niggas know what I'm about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
[Tony Yayo:]
Ayo, respect is the cornerstone of power on the corner
The biggest drought of NY, the planes hit the towers
When the Latin blew the shit up, the coke price went up
For 35 a gram how the fuck am I gon' blow out?
I'll take three and a half grams, sold that for seven
Seven to fourteen, [?]
I was born in Brookdale, raised in the Southside
Had to get a cold rush when them fiends was outside
Low in the hoop ride, ducking the task force
I catch another one and my ass is up North
Scarface, I wanna be, I wanna be Pablo
Bought my own jail, make it look like a condo
[50 Cent:]
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out
You pussy niggas know what I'm about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
[Lloyd Banks:]
I turn your family to zombies, your daddy, your mommies
Hit off the goons, let 'em move it out the lobby
Man, a nigga stunting on me, he better be Miyagi
Or Jackie Chan, man, I'll fuck around and catch a body
Man, that hard'll turn a Diesel nigga skinny
They x 'em, nigga, FEMA house of Diddy, show titty in your city
Give me a.9, a hoe, and I can tempt you
Give me some time, and look, marijuana, I'll make a hit
Bitch, my team about paper, my Beamer outcage ya
I daydream green, that's the gene of my nature
I'm a genius, why hate ya?
For sure I'll make the best show
I can have your BM cooking up with her chest out
[50 Cent:]
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out
You pussy niggas know what I'm about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
Be last with the puck in their throat
Niggas try to stunt, I air 'em out
You pussy niggas know what I'm about
Tech, fully loaded, Mac, fully loaded
Rat Joe (Skit 2) lyrics - G-Unit
[Big Von:]
It's 106 KMEL, Big Von on the radio. Ladies and gentlemen, I got my man Fat Joe on the line. How you doing, Joe?
[Fat Joe:]
You know, the dude basically, the dude, 50 Cent... and San Franscisco don't know. You know, he got wild bread, 400 million. So there is nothing you can do to 50 Cent. Unless you're on a suicide bomber mission. So you honestly can't do nothing to 50 Cent
Confrontation lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Prodigy)
[50 Cent:]
I'm in love with confrontation
Nigga, fuck around I cuss something
Pull out and buck something
I'm addicted to the altercation
Go ahead, nigga try me
You get hooked to a IV
It's just me and my nine
Like all the time
We built for the drama
Me and my llama
[Prodigy:]
Ayo, look
You can't handle my gun handle
I'm like Kobe with the outside shots
I'm like Artest in the paint
When it comes to these games
Set the balls a lot smaller and they go through brains
And if they live you get one point
But if you hit 'em in the head you get three
Whether they make it or not, a headshot 's a headshot, nigga
That is unless you did it by mistake
[50 Cent:]
"Man, this 50 fucking grimey, got my spot shot up
I think he tryna line me 'cause I want to take his product "
Nigga, fuck with me, you push up daisies
Straight crazy, that's how the Southside made me
So Brenda's baby, I'm a army brat for real
Niggas tell me chill, now how the fuck am I supposed to chill?
When the voices in my head telling me "kill, kill, kill"
I cock it, aim it, and sqeeuze the steel steel
I'm in love with confrontation
Nigga, fuck around I cuss something
Pull out and buck something
I'm addicted to the altercation
Go ahead, nigga try me
You get hooked to a IV
It's just me and my nine
Like all the time
We built for the drama
Me and my llama
[Lloyd Banks:]
I got a lot of brilliant ideas on how to bring tears to your peers
So controll all your swears and life stares
Yeah, my chain hang low, but I bet they won't touch it though
Got the audio on me, homie, that'll stop a buffalo
Jump into a puddle, went inside my 7 double 0
Make a detour to the [?]
They don't want the trouble so talking don't bother me
A simple robbery could turn to strong arm robbery
[Tony Yayo:]
In the middle of all your projects, I show up and show out
Maybach '62, chaffeur the bowed out
Brazilian fold out, my bitch
Her ass so fat her pussy come out like a fish
We gorillas in the mist
Boy, we aim, you done, nigga
The U22 like a alien gun
Give the new aliens new names and run
Homocide come around, fade to black on them
[50 Cent:]
I'm in love with confrontation
Nigga, fuck around I cuss something
Pull out and buck something
I'm addicted to the altercation
Go ahead, nigga try me
You get hooked to a IV
It's just me and my nine
Like all the time
We built for the drama
Me and my llama
Sunroof Open lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo & 50 Cent (Young Buck):]
(I'm high, man, I'm smokin')
I'm riding, I'm locin'
I get the coke, I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
'Cause a nigga holdin'
(I'm high, man, I'm smokin')
I'm riding, I'm locin'
I get the coke, I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
'Cause a nigga holdin'
[Young Buck:]
Stick your hand out, I'll cut it off
Based on my last year's income I'm a boss
I made up for what I lost
Cross my heart, I never lie
Oh God, don't let me down
Fought security guards, look what they did to T.I
[?] bras, nigga, 'cause if I wasn't fly
She would let a nigga wet me up and hang me out to dry
Throw your money in the sky, I'm the one to pick it up
Call me 50's cash cow, or call me Young Buck
[Lloyd Banks:]
I ain't a politician, I'm a walking ambition
If it don't make sense, I don't listen, I won't sniff it
Shit, if I could freeze, it would've been happened
I'm icey as a prince, no thin platinum
I'm packing, then I'm going when the wind backing
Cause New York City streets got my rims cracking
My fame got long lost kin asking
I gotta conquer and win passion
Twin beds matching
[Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo & 50 Cent (Young Buck):]
(I'm high, man, I'm smokin')
I'm riding, I'm locin'
I get the coke, I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
'Cause a nigga holdin'
(I'm high, man, I'm smokin')
I'm riding, I'm locin'
I get the coke, I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
'Cause a nigga holdin'
[Tony Yayo:]
I'mma shine like Shaq on the Phoenix Suns
I'm a seven-star nigga with my feet in the slums
Homie, the coupe spotless, got a box for the knockers
Y'all niggas ain't gangsta, y'all internet bloggers
I'll make a movie out a nigga trying to YouTube me
[?] U-turn, nigga, let off three
I'm a G, Soutshide, anybody get it
Nigga, fuck some Ed Hardy's, buy a fifth with a [?]
[50 Cent:]
Got a Mac, a.9 and an.8 in the safe
Got the hex, the Lex and a camera by the place
Got a vest for my chest, and a drop for my bitch
I got lawyers, I'll kill you there, call it self-defense
I got connects in the Tex', I have a trunk full of bricks
Hit it soft, hit it hard, hit the strip, watch it flip
Got a fucked up attitude, I don't care
Rock hanging from my ear like a chandelier
[Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo & 50 Cent (Young Buck):]
(I'm high, man, I'm smokin')
I'm riding, I'm locin'
I get the coke, I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
'Cause a nigga holdin'
(I'm high, man, I'm smokin')
I'm riding, I'm locin'
I get the coke, I'm the dopeman
Sunroof open, shawty, she open
'Cause a nigga holdin'
I Fucked Your Bitch! lyrics - G-Unit G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I ain't gon' lie - I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl
From time to time
I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine
She see me by the bar, she watch me blow stacks
Her man ain't a hustler, man he can't do that
He got a 9 to 5, he used to pump packs
Got knocked once, and he never came back
I had her in my Bentley, I had her in tha 'lac
We do it like the dogs do, right in the back
I give that ass a smack, and she like it like that
Get deeper and deeper in the kitty cat
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I ain't gon' lie - I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl
From time to time
I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine
[Tony Yayo:]
She over here with me, he tryna call her over there
She like, "fuck that nigga"
She drop it down to the floor, I'm like, "shawty, you can go"
She like, "fuck that nigga"
Shawty with me, Cherry M3
Our Ps up in the red, shawty give me head
Aah aah
[50 Cent:]
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I ain't gon' lie - I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl
From time to time
I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine
[Lloyd Banks:]
If you hearing I fucked your girl I probably did
Had her buttnaked making breakfast in the crib
If you would've saw what she did to the boy
You wouldn't want her no more
I left cum in her jaw, uh
One nut, two nut, three nuts, four
Five nuts, six nuts, seven nuts more
Have it how you want, I rather have it hardcore
Your legs on my neck, your neck damn there on the floor
[Young Buck & Tony Yayo:]
Nigga, that's my bitch, I don't wanna hear shit
She like, "fuck that nigga"
You can't do it like this, nigga, you are not rich
Tell her, "fuck that nigga"
Dopeboy with my top droped, got your baby mama hot
Begging me to stop, but I'm a rockstar
Look what I got for her, some dirty south nuts
In her dirty south mouth, she a dirty south slut, what?
[50 Cent:]
Little mama so hood - I fucked your girl
Little mama so fly - I fucked your girl
Man, the pussy was good - I fucked your girl
Man, I ain't gon' lie - I fucked your girl
We was all over the bed - I fucked your girl
Man, she even gave me head - I fucked your girl
From time to time
I hate to tell you that your bitch be mine
Chase Da Cat lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent:]
Yeah... yeah...
Shawty shake that thing, I said shake that thing
Girl you know, I like the way you move it
Ain't shit change, same clique, same gang
Girl you know, you're rockin with the Unit
When we hit the flo', girl you already know
How we do it, do it, do it
When the hits come on, if my clique ain't gone
We gon' do the same two-step to it
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
[Tony Yayo:]
She ain't the same girl she was when she was 16 (16)
She want her tummy tuck (tummy tuck) she want her breasts reduc' (breasts reduc')
She ain't sexy (sexy) but she like to fuck (like to fuck)
And she like to fuck (like to fuck) and she like to fuck (like to fuck)
Yeah - my stunt's so shocking to see
Pull up at the light and drop the GT (C'MON!)
I know you heard me on the radio {"True!"}
I know you seen me on the video {"True!"}
She want drinkin Cristal, you still drinkin Mo-ey?
Yo' bitch bag Louie? My bitch bag Chloe
I got rubber band tires on the Rovey man
And a see-through wrist on a Roley band (BLING!)
[50 Cent:]
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah... yeah, quarter mil' automobile
Woodgrain wheel when I wanna go chill
Rubber grip feel on the bottom of the steel
I'ma ball and champagne bottles gon' spill, for real
Shorty shake her ass like a stripper
But she all bones, I like mine thicker
I ain't your ordinary hot rhyme nigga
I'm a top dime nigga, pop dime nigga
Radio play, Hot 9 nigga
They buyin big chains so I got mine bigger
I get it, but no gifts get bought
I only cum inside the lips that talk
[50 Cent:]
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
[Young Buck:]
Shawty I don't chase it or taste it (nah)
But I will Louie Vuitton a bitch with the matchin bracelet (yeah)
Time is money so don't waste it
I really didn't cum that quick, I faked it (ha ha!)
Baby I'm patient, no discrimination
Blacks and the Asians, even Caucasians (yeah!)
Got 'em all shakin, money I'm makin
One of y'all taken, my hotel vacant (AY!)
She knew I had cake when the lights hit the ice (what?)
Let's go get right, tell your girls good night (ha ha!)
You know just what I like, you can ride my bike (c'mon)
Just hold on the handlebars; and handle y'alls (aight?)
[50 Cent:]
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Lifetime Achievement lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent:]
Yeah, I'd like to thank everybody, the haters, my fans
Wow, I spent five years, man
Three albums, thirty million copies
Gotta love it, I really never thought I'd be here
First and foremost, I'd like to thank God for making me special
You know niggas wanna kill me, I stay in drama
Say a prayer for me, homie, nah, pray for Obama
Ain't nothing changed, them rednecks got them.44 mags
KKK mad, the confederate flags
Black man in the office, you know they're gon' flip
Like [?] hand me my rifle when she thought she was going to shit
Bet Bill O'Reilly call me pinhead for saying that shit
Well, him and Oprah Winfrey both could suck on some dick
They said I sniff coke, but I weight shit, man, I don't get high
Said I slept with Tracey Heggins, that was a cool lie
And steroids must've made my money longer
Mary vocals stronger, Timbaland beats harder
Tyler write through the scripts, Wyclef make them hits
If I knew I wasn't sure I'd run and get some shit
I wanna be hot like me, I wanna be on top like me
I'm trying to get guap like me, B
[Tony Yayo:]
It was funny how time flies, life turn to memories
And I can't vote, too many felonies
If I could, I wouldn't vote for Hillary
Man, the bitch rule the world? Man, you kidding me
Niggas tried to kill me on three different occasions
I guess that's life when niggas just hatin'
Came a long way from slinging dope and that hard white
And my neighbors don't speak, why? They all white
And the homies don't speak 'cause I'm rich now
My life is Hermès, haze and Cristal
And ménage à trois out in Moscow
I got them Trojan Magnums and Lifestyle (Lifestyle...)
[50 Cent:]
Wow, you know, I really didn't get a chance to prepare a speech
You know, I'd just like to say when you see perfection within me you see God, and when you see my imperfections you see me
This was a great project, Al Pacino, Robert DeNiro
John Leguizamo, Donnie Wahlberg, love you, guys, we got one
[Young Buck:]
You know I'm feeling so Creflo
You see, we all ain't balling, but we blessed though
My niggas, let's go
Gotta give respect so you can get a check, hoe
Ain't like God e-mailing niggas no death notes
Purple label tags, Cartiers, and all them designer bags
It's something you might want, but not what you gotta have
These kids want money, nigga, fuck a autograph
How can you be mad when they just following your path?
You look and you laugh while niggas eating out the trash
But shit change fast, nigga, look at your ass
The real niggas last, we all been through it
I accept this award on behalf of the Unit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Uh, I gotta be one of the top five black writers
I ignore switch sider support from backbiters
Now they telling me I can't say nigga, nigga please
All I need is incredible trees and bigger keys
I slot you a piece, net like Mr. T's
And it's 99 degrees, but my wrist on freeze
I risk it all for the lovely dough so my mother can go
Where she ain't got head shots, she shed enough teardrops
I gotta thank God before I thank a soul
For blessing me with the flow and the game to break a hoe
I turn over Transformer 'fore I turn on 50
I tote blicky and I burn on sticky, fuck with me (fuck with me)
[50 Cent:]
Hello, mama, yeah, you watch the TV?
You see me? Haha
Yeah, they gave me the trophy, ha!
I told you, I told you all I was gon' do is keep you comfortable
I'ma call you back, I'ma call you back
You know, we still in the hood, the award show, alright, haha!
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