EP: The Beauty Of Independence (2014)

• Watch Me
• I Don't Fuck With You
• Digital Scale
• Dead A Pussy Nigga
• Changes
• The Plug
• Ease Up (Best Buy Bonus Track)
• Big Body Benz (Best Buy Bonus Track)

Watch Me lyrics - G-Unit

[Intro: 50 Cent]

G-Unit in the house

[Hook: Young Buck]

I got 'em watchin' me

Look how I'm movin'

I got 'em watchin' me

Look what I'm doin' (hol' up now)

They watchin' me

I keep it movin'

And since they watchin' me

This how I'm doin'

Rock and rollin' on 'em

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

100 bottles, give me every bottle in this bitch

Where she at?

I want every model in this bitch

Blow the check, these hoes wanna know just who I am

Takin' pictures, trynna do it for they Instagram

Presidential Roley, bezel got them big boogers

Fuck the home, shout-out to the real cookers

Gold chains, couple Audemars and Cartiers

We charter Lears; these hoes know the party here

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]

Blowin on that killa kill, neck on chilly-chill

Baby, let me get a feel; show me that it's really real

Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv

Don't care who you man is, long as he ain't up in here

Ain't nothin' changed, still the same ol' two-step

I don' had some A-1 hoes, and a few Fs

I done order bottles, 100 bottles and got two left

Somebody got bust upside the head, G-Unit there

[Hook: Young Buck]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Hol' up, I think I love these hoes

A nigga trynna fuck 'em all

I'm lit up in this bitch, ballin'

I would blow it boy

No suckers in my section

Oh no, no, no, my shit legit

You niggas get to flexin'

Bitch and I will get ya hit

I got a paper route

A nigga gettin' plenty bread

Oyster perpetual

You niggas know what time it is

Stance like a b-boy

Just like a d-boy

Yeah, I'm a g, boy

You know it's me, boy

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, I think I'm gon' remain reclined and count

So many girls, it take a hour for me to shout 'em out

The coupe foreign, the shit I hit been super borin'

Dog, I'm sharp as hundreds with the blue tan on 'em

Shit a phenomenon, I kept my promise

Respect and honest, the grind bought off a neck of diamonds

Shinin', plenty tried, don't got the timing

Bet he out there island hopping

And your lost still in the thousands

[Verse 5: Tony Yayo]

Bottles of Clicquot

Smokin' hookah with eight hoes

Five angel heads on my neck, all froze

Enter visions, interpretations

Watch with your ears

I bought the last watch in the lear

Ask Jacob, ask David, ask Eric the Jeweller

Ask 'Beth in Jersey when I bought my first Muller

I got 'em watchin' me

With the yatch Master Rolly on

In that new Rolls Royce with the top gone

[Hook: Young Buck]

I Don't Fuck With You lyrics - G-Unit

[Intro: 50 Cent]

Don't wanna talk to you

Don't know you

Don't know how you know my name

I got a reputation of police chasing

You a bitch; I let it bang

Nigga, you keep talkin'; I keep walkin'

Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'

Then it's your coffin

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)

Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it

4-deep whips, stolen, rollin'

Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it

Leave your head split open, swollen

Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'

Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'

Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'

Drop it, Man they plottin' on my drug house

Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out

I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now

No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now

I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds

You see me, get the fuck from 'round me

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

I don't talk, texts

I don't off bets

I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set

I'm from the projects

Surprised you ain't got robbed yet

I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'

I know ya'll hatin'; I'm cool with it

On probation with no patience

I hop out and act a fool with it

Fuck who did it

If you with it, then you get it

Two to your fitted

I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway

Your funeral could be any day

Ever since I said send the Yay'

You fuck niggas been' in the way

I'm just doin' what 50 say

Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K

Buck

[Hook: 50 Cent]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

My four-five, I grip it, grip it

Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it

Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it

Front off a meal ticket, ticket

Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it

Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it

Up after we throw it, throw it

Big money, we blow it

That gangsta shit, we did it, get it

Still do; we ain't new to it

Boy, I ain't never gon' tell on me

You bitch nigga, bet you do

You talk a lot

Niggas around here don't say much

Niggas around here don't play much

Soon as shit pop, they blame us

Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

A lot of gun talk in the streets

But real recognize real beef

And real soldiers get the mission accomplished

Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense

Sideline hatin', backbitin haters

Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras

Green light, what?

Green light, woo

My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust

I green-light you

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

Digital Scale lyrics - G-Unit

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]

I put my coke on a digital scale

I put my weed on a digital scale

I put my dope on a digital scale

It's time to re-up what my scale read

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Oz's

Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys

Half of chicken whole chicken

Niggas got to cop 'n' go, yo

I said you niggas got to cop 'n' go

This is like fast food, nigga

May I take your order?

I require nothin' cookin' but bakin' soda 'n' water - ice, cold

That's crack inside that Pyrex

We get the work, then move the work

The pressure we apply next

Every now and then, a nigga set-trip

I8 BMW; I'm electric

Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic

Shit pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it

Fuck around

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo

Baggin' up half a brick

My lawyer sittin' on the couch

He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth

(I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)

I'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)

My uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell

You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail

My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell

Now the feds on her trail

I just got the email

Shit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies

Hookin' up my niggas daily with this dope

Get out and get some, nigga

Can't pay me if you broke, no

Let a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope

I get it fresh out the boat

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

Numbers don't lie; scales don't either

Every time you out, fiends wanna reach ya

Out with some bitches, fiends wanna call

In the club with my niggas, fiends wanna call

When I'm waitin' on them, man they never call

The life of a hustler in a nutshell

G-5 eatin' snakes, soup and raw fish

Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish

My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker

My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow

They start to shoot you up shit's creek without a paddle

[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]

They roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold

Catch 'em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold

My nigga flippin' on his P.O. cause he can't travel

You owe me, I take your child for collateral

Gun wave, hello

Shots echo

Won't save money - switch to gecko

You known from the get-go

I ain't 'bout to let nobody play with my green

When they coward belly yellow

Polka-dot carbine on your chest, screamin' "hold on"

Hold on

You see my face and let go

I'm from the N.O.; better check the death toll

You was playin' Casanova

Cookin' bitches casserole

I was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes

On the Greyhound bus

Pounds in my baggy clothes

Huh

[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]

Dead A Pussy Nigga lyrics - G-Unit

[Hook: Tony Yayo (50 Cent) x2]

I dead a pussy nigga on some good word [x3]

(You a bitch nigga, we take your shit, nigga)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Everything you a see nigga got, we took it

The block, we took it, your spot, we took it

Every time you think a nigga not lookin'

Nigga, I'm lookin', I send my niggas to book him

We'll dead a pussy nigga on the work

Go 'head, nigga, get a little heart, get murked

Bitch, I be ridin' with the cobra on my lap loaded

Try the fuck shit, a nigga will snap and tote it

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Boy, don't get bodied, niggas dying over nothin'

Brand new Bent, fuck around and bring the trunk in

We gon' boguard, I got all my niggas chosen

And that little shit enough, we don't need a bigger motive

Got a to-do move the party with me more

Pullin' up, peelin' off like it's stolen

Two o's on the meter, ain't no tellin' where I'm going

'Cept full speed ahead, we'll be slowing down for nothin'

[Interlude:]

There's a material witness of an aggravated battery

Uh, with a handgun and, uh, they believe, uh

Looks like we have retaliation, uh -

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

Got work, that ain't even what I'm mad at

You a pussy nigga, you ain't 'posed to have that

Give me the dope and the dough

And your life, you could have that

I'll let my young niggas share that

Line yo' ass up like a fresh cut

Lot of niggas gon' pass if they test us

Open armed black funeral dressed up

Yayo in the cut with the TEC up

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

We get it poppin', my strap have 'em floppin' like LeBron

Teflon don, rollie on my arm, southside bomb

Spit the Gemstar out and your face gone

My rap lines is the bomb like napalm

Las Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde

As brolic Scarlett Johansson

Fuck her with my Maison Margielas on

Ten years in the game, runnin' marathons

Disloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on

Solo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on

Hundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions

[Interlude]

[Verse 5: Young Buck]

Take the hit, I get paid first

I use the clip with the curb when the K burst

But I'mma pop this nigga on some good work

A couple pills, lean and some good herb

I got a body on it, do anybody want it?

I'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch

Silencer on it, FBI most wanted

If I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit

[Hook]

Changes lyrics - G-Unit

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

All I'm hearing is Jimmy want my shit to flop, Dre don't care if I blow

God damn, all this from fucking selling headphones

Chris died, Theo didn't show up to a nigga wake

Which indicates the team I thought we built, it was fucking fake

Barry's drunk, Barry dump, Barry's in the pen again

I'm back at the drawing board, somebody call Eminem

These days can't believe what you hear on the street

That nigga said he owns the team, he only on the seat

That's fool's gold we sold you, you fools, I watch you buy it

What's this here some kind of new hustle, I might try it

This flow got us all put on so I know I'm nice

(Fucking with the wrong bitches got me cold as ice)

[Hook: 50 Cent]

These niggas'll change on you

I can't keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me

Now they hate everything I do

I can’t help but win, I’m a winner, nigga, you changed on me

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]

Guess I gotta stop posting all this money on Instagram

They welcome you with open arms and open hands

I ain't rich like 50, I just know the man

Red emoji faces in your text, I know you mad

Pitch me a few dollars, more than sure you can

When you balling the world's on your shoulder pads

I don't owe you nothing, they busting, you ain't bang back

You never fronted me nothing I couldn't bring back

They gave dap, now they saying you never gave back

You never gave me nothing I couldn't pay back

Now you talking to the FEDs because you ain't fed

Give a nigga a foot, they want your whole leg

[Verse 3: Young Buck]

Fuck what he said, tell 'em get his own bread

If niggas got a problem (that's a code red)

That's when niggas pull up with long dreads

Bumbaclot, man, shooting at your forehead

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]

They say family's first, but family is the first to get you hurt

And these hoes even worse, all these riches is a gift..

[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]

..and a curse

Hate running all through the tree, thought they be rooting for me

Backstabbing, lies stacking, the truth is gorey

Forever holding on the grudges from my early struggles

They see you go out and get it then want it from you

Say you'll never be a winner, show up at your parade

Outside showing you smiles, inside hoping it fades

Rather be low now, money over the stage

Sanity over fame, eye-candy calling your name

But it changes, their love is dangerous

Fog up your aim, there's a million ways to hit them cages

Shit's contagious, forget my favors

I'm outta here, flipping pages

You slipping backwards going with all the other actors

[Verse 6: Tony Yayo]

The limelight is hot, I ain't ask to be here

The money and the power make problems disappear

People change like the weather

I weather the storm until it's better

And these fake ass niggas wanna shake my hand

Instagram hoes backstage with fans

And the snakes in the grass ain't a part of my plan

Stab me in my back and they say I changed

[Hook]

[Outro: Young Buck]

Some of you motherfuckers changed for the worse though

Some niggas change for the better

Some bitches'll just never change

Some of these hoes'll never change, man, yo

The Plug lyrics - G-Unit

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

If y'all niggas need straps, then get at me

I'm the plug

Well, if you need that, then get at me

I'm the plug

Dope, coke, crack, man get at me

I'm the plug

Holla when you need it; my price you can't beat it

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

We move the work like it's water

Stuff a quarter in your daughter

Cash flow like the Nile

I mean like right across the border

You to get it; I got it

If I ain't got it, I get it

Fill your spot up with product

I got the straps for your hitters

Look here, my price is my price

Fuck is ya estimate nigga

Figure you bite the bullet, I bang it

Get to bustin', it's nothin'

Wave it, blaze it

Hit the bullseye; I don't graze shit

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

AP around me lately

C-notes serenade me

The smell made me crazy

Product of the Eighties

Numero uno

I'm out a legendary group ho

My souls too cold

They blocking me, I found a loophole

I'm new gold

I got a couple dimes from Panama

I make a little girl out an amazon

Run on me, I'm squeezin' like an anacon'

Then I'm gone, years from now I bet my power steer my lawn

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

I believe I was born to ball

Penetrate the pussy, unless it smell like old tennis balls

I'm a rapper; I got a problem being punctual

A mill at 26 these other rappers, man, they got the gall

To even think they on my level

Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo

Ice in the pot

In the trap, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot

'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot

[Verse 4: Young Buck]

Streets dried up

Get tied up for small packs

Niggas workin'

Phone wired up, don't call back

I'm a surgeon; I put shit back together

I determined to bring my black MAC wherever

Niggas lurkin'; this ain't the place to be

Fuck a hit

Niggas'll blow up your face for free

Sunday sermon, preacher keep on facin' me

It's like every word he sayin' just relates to me

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]

G-Unit gorilla

Cocaine car wheeler

50 grand cash to the car dealer

Bragging on what you bought get you raw quicker

Tap you on the shoulder like take this walk, nigga

I fought every tall nigga

Short temper

Tougher than leather cut from a different cloth, nigga

You ain't a boss you can afford to pay the costs, nigga

Get caught, I was taught to never talk nigga

Ease Up lyrics - G-Unit

[Hook - 50 Cent x2:]

Y'all niggas better ease up

Cause I ain't for the sucka shit

Better figure out who you're fuckin' with

Hoes down, G's up

Don't get me on my other shit

Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' shit

[Young Buck:]

I've done been caught slippin', had to take the bullets out myself

Bite down on this bandana and hold my breath

Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left

And I'd be out of here, finally get my chance to see death

Meanwhile I'm healin' up on Popular Hill

Gettin' head in the VA, they got your bitch on the film

I got to bust a couple heads with my nigga Soulja Slim

Talked to C-Murder, he 'bout to come home from the pen

[Kidd Kidd:]

And when he come home, I might be the one that's goin' in

Just hit your block last week, this week I'm goin' again

You don't know who you fuckin' with, I'm the one they come and get

You know what you gonna get, I don't know which gun to get

You ain't ever shoot nothin', got shot at

Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin' cap

I'm 'bout that, I'm gettin' the chopper right now

I know where Buck hide 'em at

[Hook x2]

[50 Cent:]

I've been with the bullshit, niggas sayin' I'm slippery

[?] my car door, them niggas wasn't hittin' me

Niggas say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signs

Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin'

I take a nigga's work, murk, all I do is diss

All I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is miss

I'm my town, boy I'm what they wanna talk about

I show a country nigga quick what New York about

City slicker, slick nigga talkin' slick shit

The slick kinda nigga niggas better stick with

If they're tryna eat, out there on the street

Pop shit, pop a nigga, watch a nigga leak

[Hook x2]

[Tony Yayo:]

Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki

Money comin' in, ain't no time for sleep

Blunt look like a twig, one hand on a cig

Stashbox for the pigs, yah dig

So your claim to fame is puttin' work in

I'm on the Cayman Islands gettin' brains like a surgeon

In solitary pursuits, and nothin' but the fuckin' door

If niggas ribs touchin', kick [?]

[Lloyd Banks:]

Fuck outta here with all that money shit, ya' scrambling still

Foot 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannonfield

Realest on the planet, still, steal a nigga just because

[?] yo he don't mean it, yes he does

Bimmer leanin' hefty drugs, I hope you niggas rest in pain

Peel 'em off a rind of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6

I steal a corner, rocky wrist

I hear you're boring, I'm convinced

I was born to double dead presidents

[Hook x2]

Big Body Benz lyrics - G-Unit

[Kidd Kidd:]

Remember when nigga used to pay bingo? Like yo man, bingo man, that's my call for real

[Kidd Kidd:]

Killers don't have no conscience, blat, won't think about it

Trap up in them houses, rats, they Mickey Mouses

Gats up in their trousers

Ma came in and gave me a slap

Said she found all that crack under her couches

I can't sleep, Fred Kruger in my dreams

Call niggas a machines, all ya'll work for me

And I'd rather work a triple beam than at Burger King

Rob you for your bling bling, give me all your ching ching

Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything

Before I leave, life's a bitch, and we just havin' a fling

Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings

Let it ring 'til it click, empty clip

You can smell me and see I've been through some shit

With my clique

M-Zone, Rida Gang, now these hoes gon' ride the dick

It's because of street fame these bitches know what it is

They gone say I'm doing my thing when I pull up in that six

Lord knows

[Hook x2 - Kidd Kidd (50 Cent):]

All I ever wanted was a big body Benz

Big body Benz, big body Benz

All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz

(And a clean set of rims)

[50 Cent:]

Pushin' coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles

Then they got them vapor bitches, I'm like this for real?

Me, I want that big Benz with the emblem in the grill

Start packin' the steel, lettin' niggas know the deal

I want that shit so bad, start thinkin' 'who I got to kill?'

That's how a nigga feel when we out there in the field

That Glock was pumpin', paper comin', how can niggas chill?

Barrel [?] gold teeth, put gold all in my grill

Shoot out shit, I rob your bitch, I use her as a shield

Shit look at the wheels, whooo, look at the wheels

Chrome two piece Lorenzos got me lookin' like a mil

Peace called, if you wanna talk then later we can build

[Hook x2]

[Lloyd Banks:]

Sittin' back in my new AMG, smokin' with 2 thou' 15

Golden wrist, few pounds of green

Park this shit, shoot down your teams

Now it seems, oh so clear through Beams

Oh so dope, I lean

Fuck you mean? Lucky that you breathe

Choke the leaf

Focus through my new designer lens

Tell her not her friends

Beaucoup dollars spent, new jewels line 'em in

Too cool time to win, I'm on top again

You gon' chop me off and 'scuse me out

Bullshit you about, front, them Rugers out

Face the sword, no risk, no reward

Peace talk won't go nowhere, gets ignored

Price you can't afford, white man at your courts

Get you more, right here like before

Seen it all my life shit end like this

Come back filthy rich, still not guilty, bitch

[Hook x2]

[Kidd Kidd:]

Nigga nah mean? Dreams, street dreams, yah feel me? Free PJ, free my lil' homie Chucky, yah know I'm sayin'?

Straight up and down, man. Free my nigga [?] just caught 10, yah feel that? Damn, shit real, man.

We just was all real niggas man, just out here chasin' our dreams, man.

Everybody wanna be fly, everybody wanna live flashy. You know I'm sayin'?

It's all about feedin' the fam, man. Straight up and down, so we gon' do whatever it takes to get it