G'd Up lyrics - G-Unit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze I stay "G'd Up", its

the things the I dun seen and the shit I've been through that made my heart turn cold I stay

"G'd Up", I'm a gangster you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when I'm

hangin' out the window with that AK filling you punk ass with holes

[50 Cent]

Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana, I'm new on that greyhound from NY to the Carolina, paper

chase different name, same face don't catch a case, my road dogs on parole his baby girl's 4 years

old, we play the block pistol cop, you could shoot or get shot kill you for your crack spot take

everything your ass got, semi-automatics spray, bust back or run away, niggas talking in the

hood we'll handle this another day, in November you make my shit, you should be dead, if you can catch a

Christmas, I'll send you a gift, niggas will come and leave your ass twisted, them hollow tips shells

burn baby burn, see niggas get merked up, and babies born make the world turn, I've seen it all crystal

clear so I keep my pistol near, hearts never full of fear homie I stay well aware of what's going

around me motherfuckers want me dead I go with a smile on my face, when it's my time kid

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

lil nigga I dun paved the way, you all should thank e'm, but if you think otherwise bring you boy over

here so I could spank e'm, I'll put a end to your career bitch (bitch), before you speak on 50, buy

forty in a spare clip, these niggas gassed up getting to used to rap like I won't give

them more blood clots than super cat, niggas will snatch you I'm like a bat catcher I'll give 'em

signs and they'll throw something at you, round here niggas die off hydro and even when it ain't the

4th of July it sound like pyro, you smart enough to creep and lay your dumb brains down the pound will

spin you down like the young James Brown (yeah) I know I'm hot but hey (hey) I'm icy to rocks will

hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre we takin' over this year case the soldiers is

here everyone knows it's a scare (yeah)!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]

my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man he just pop another bottle and smoke

up a half a gram, I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night that gave my homeboy

life so when you do it do it right, my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue, I still got

the heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (for sure) no other solution you think we hollering and hooptin'

until you wake up and you gotta here about these shootings, I take a bullet from mah vooz and put the

clip in my pocket before I take another bullet I'm gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt) and if

it's beef my nigga then let your guns do the talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a

coffin (ha ha) they say we responsible for boosting the crime rate they say we the reason these

young niggas is buying weight but I'm gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin' days it's

"Nothing But A G Thang" G-Unit And Dr. Dre

[Chorus]

Lay You Down lyrics - G-Unit

[Intro: 50 Cent]

G-Unit, they ain't ready

AHHHH!

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long

I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herfucking khakis on

Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove

I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose

Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin

But get outta line and it's oops upside ya head

The media they write whatever they choose

And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news

These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes

Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues

They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin

Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin

You heard of me but do you know how I get down

Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds

In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now

I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs

My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn

Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne

I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane

See Buck been shot, but not more than 50

I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?

I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me

And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin

What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty

Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip

Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set

These industry niggas know they better pay me my check

I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers

Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled

50 whatever they did to the kid is handled

Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers

FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

[Bridge: 50 Cent]

Everywhere we go, just leaves number one

We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)

Man we own that slot, we won't stop

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin

But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her

Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper

And I don't mean a soda

The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga

Your fuckin wit a soldier

I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder

So please keep talkin

So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin

The birds keep hawkin, why?

Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston

I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue

I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick

Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip

And if they pull out you'd prolly shit

Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures

Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas

Gangsta Shit lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent - Talking]

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit

Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?

Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]

They, they talking that

That gangsta shit

They ain't about that

Man, matter of fact

Hand me my strap

Show me where they at

I'll stop 'em from talking like that

[50 Cent]

I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon

Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on

Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat

Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack

But when I come through, shh... the talking stop

My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot

Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock

All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop

Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit

That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit

I'm marking my music like diesel on the block

So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not

Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha

I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova

They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you

They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]

You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit

Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it

I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne

Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James

Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding

After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we even

Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber

Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a

Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"

So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me

I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under

Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja

Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must

Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss

So point him out and watch how I knock him off

Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks

I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps

Begging niggas don't understand though

Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo

Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo

You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know

These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft

'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce

Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic

Waving a white flag, the danger they might have

My niggas buying so much ammo

If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle

Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones

So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes

There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock

Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

[Chorus]

I Smell Pussy lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

[*Sniff sniff*]

Son, you smell that? What's that?

I smell pussy! (Is that you Irv?)

I smell pussy! (Is that you Ja?)

I smell pussy! (Is that you Black?)

I smell pussy! (Is that you Tah?)

Y'all niggas is pussy!

I'm balling out nigga now watch me (watch me)

Ain't nothing you can do to stop me (stop me)

Y'all niggas get so emotional (emotional)

You remind me of my bitch... Haha

[Lloyd Banks:]

It's not of my nature to make a commitment, so let me breathe

What she doesn't understand, catch attitudes when I leave

My other relations just make it harder for me to accept her as my own

She tries to tie up my phone and

I'm not at home, she's thinking I'm not alone

Probably out trying to bone anything in the street

I let her know she can leave I ain't trying to tie her up

But see it's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me

Mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game

But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves

That way I will never lose

See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s

You say I confuse you play little tricks with your head

Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed

Hun, I'm not here to tease you, mislead you, or sell you dreams

I can't say I love you I don't know what that means

I'm a PIMP!

[50 Cent:]

Girl you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy

Girl you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy

[Tony Yayo:]

When I first met her, I did anything to get her

Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator

Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up

But couldn't get off, cause your baby would stay up

She even crashed the whip, trying to switch in the third lane

That's when I realized, this bitch was a bird brain

A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison

Sing-Sing is where he been

She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels

Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil

Motorbikes and grams of fishscale

So 9-to-5 niggas was no frills

Turning young niggas with principles to old men with debts

And all the prank calls was death threats

That bitch got the best sex - all across the globe

And the bitch head game was out of control

[50 Cent:]

Girl you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy

Girl you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy

I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me

Or do you miss that Dom Perignon and that Cristy?

I'm fucking with you

I'm feeling your shape, I'm feeling your eyes

Later on, I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs

Sweetheart, you book smart and street smart

I knew you was my type from the very, very start

I'm in to tongue kissing, foreplay all day

Momma ain't home so the noise is okay

ODB - you know we like it the raw way

Latex, safe sex, no hickies on the neck

Now you're learning (woo!)

The Lord's blessings make me wiser as the world's turning

My tongue touch the right spot, I'll have your toes curling

Whether we just kicking it or we sexing

I'm a pro, baby girl, I spit game to perfection (YEAH!)

So when niggas make mistakes I correct 'em and

When niggas get out of line I check them, man, haha

Girl you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy

Girl you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to ecstasy with out taking ecstasy

mixtape: Automatic Gunfire (2003)

• Skit - Duets 2
• Bang Bang
• If You Want It
• Skit - Duets 3
• Cross My Path
• I Smell Pussy
• Skit - Yayo
• In Da Hood
• Round Here
• Bitches Aint Shit
• Shoot Em Up
• G-Unit Anthem
• Doing My Own Thing
• 8 More Miles 

Skit - Duets 2 lyrics - G-Unit

[Narrator]

If you liked the Ja Rule Duets album, you'll flip when you hear his new album, Ja Rule Duets 2. Ja Rule has gone back in the studio with his CD player to bring you new, old hits like this:

[Ja Rule - Michelle Branch "Everywhere":]

You're everywhere to me (to me)

And when I close my eyes it's you (ah) I see (I see)

You're everything I know that (yeah) makes me believe (me believe)

I'm not alone (ah) I'm not alone (check it)

(What would I be without you? Ah)

[Narrator]

And this:

[Ja Rule - Enrique Iglesias "Hero":]

I can be your hero, baby (hero, ah)

I can kiss away the pain (I can kiss you, baby baby)

[Narrator:]

And if you order now you'll get this special bonus track:

[Ja Rule - "Put It On Me":]

So baby girl, put it on me

Where would I be without you? Where would I be without you?

(Sing it with myself)

I only think about you, what you seeing is true

(Uh, yeah, holla)

I know you're tired of being lonely, I need you by to hold me

(That's me)

So baby girl, put it on me, I will, I will

(That's me in the background, hit it)

Where would I be without you? Where would I be without you?

I only think about you, what you seeing is true

[Narrator:]

That's right, a Rule Duets with himself. Ja Rule Duets 2 - order now

Bang Bang lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

Yeah. G-Unit, nigga. 50 Cent. You heard me. Irv, homie, I can't believe you let that nigga talk, you fat cupcake-eating motherfucker. I fuck you up, nigga. Fucking punk-ass niggas. Don't nobody respect you, nigga. You 'preme son, nigga. Motherfuckers been getting extorted since day one. It's all kind of bitch in you. Chinese. Spanish. Black. White

[Tony Yayo:]

I got X, meth and slabs and cocaine

So the Feds want to search us like Arabs boarding a plane

I'm in the Range switching lanes

Reminiscing on cans of sardines

[Lloyd Banks:]

... and car dreams

I'll burn an unfamiliar bun

Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd

Gotta let off and leave you in hella blood

Mom hip to the game, two ice chips in the chain

A few nights skipped on the plane

With two white chicks getting brain

[50 Cent:]

Bang bang from big heaters, hundred dollar sneakers

Two-seaters, two meters

[Lloyd Banks:]

... and a bundle of haze

It's enough to last fourteen days

Eat where they sell lobster

My eyes planning like Pharrel's partner

[Tony Yayo:]

Nigga, respect me like your father when it come to drama

I put the llama to your mama and beat her like a piñata

[50 Cent:]

Nigga, I've been hotter since '97

You've been begging the fifth cake like a kung-fu legend

One blue seven, what's popping, nigga?

[Tony Yayo:]

Different day, same shit

[Lloyd Banks:]

Well, what you copping, nigga?

[Tony Yayo:]

X case, more bricks

[Lloyd Banks:]

Shit, you wind up dead-sleeping, so why turn soft?

Straight bullets'll burn a nigga sideburns off

[Tony Yayo:]

I got a model with a sick ass

Bagged her on Fifth Ave

I fucked her all for a hot dog and a playoff Knicks pass

[50 Cent:]

Now we shopping in the malls on the West Coast

And as far as pussy

[Lloyd Banks:]

... I've been through more walls than asbestos

[Tony Yayo:]

So let's toast and have a sex on the beach

These niggas quoting my lines like I'm Martin Luther King speech

[50 Cent:]

Remember Patrice? She looked like Kelis

Met her in club [?] and caught her eyeing my piece

[Lloyd Banks:]

And with all the birds at the show

I had to go and fuck the crazy hoe

Call on Hot 97 'cause she know I'm on the radio

Crazy bitch

[50 Cent:]

Yeah. Ja, you little, Stuart Little-looking motherfucker. I catch you I'll break your motherfucking neck, nigga. The only way [?] your little pals, you little faggot. I know the styles you been fucking too, you nigga, I pay you the fifty thousand. Check my album out, nigga, February 11th. [?] talk, you little bitch. Tried to jump on us like it was a promotional stunt. Seven days before your album drop, huh? You little bitch. Order protection. From who? From who I need to order protection from, nigga? You little... oh, man. You motherfuckers, man. You niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me

If You Want It lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

It's no secret, you know that

A nigga want to fuck

No time for playing games, I'm saying, mane

Don't you tell me what's up

Baby, if you want it

That money, you can have it

But you got to fuck me now

Fuck me now, baby

If you want it

Baby, if you want it

That money, you can have it

But you got to fuck me now

Fuck me now, baby

If you want it

Sike, we don't buy pussy, bitch

This ain't Murder Inc., this is G-Unit

We got hoes from coast to coast to stash the toast

I dare you approach, I kill if provoked

Jeff, you a joke, the fact that your stroke is on my album

Paid him fifty thousand

He told me how he tickled your ass, you fruit pop

You sing like you in love, you homo thug

The X make you feel like a don, you Elton John

Baby, if you want it

That money, you can have it

But you got to fuck me now

Fuck me now, baby

If you want it

Baby, if you want it

That money, you can have it

But you got to fuck me now

Fuck me now, baby

If you want it

[Lloyd Banks:]

I play the club with a cup full of Hennessey

Nah, that bitch ain't my girl

It's just whenever I'm around she pretend to be

Look, I don't dance much

I'm in the club with the toast

If you wondering why I'm pulling my pants up

Come alone, niggas might ruin your day

Cause we throwing elbows while you doing the shake

After the party I'm on the fence pissing

Just because I like french fries don't mean I like french kissing

Bitch

[50 Cent:]

Baby, if you want it

That money, you can have it

But you got to fuck me now

Fuck me now, baby

If you want it

Baby, if you want it

That money, you can have it

But you got to fuck me now

Fuck me now, baby

If you want it

[Tony Yayo:]

Yo, when the sun go down and your ho ain't home

She with the G-Unit getting her freak on

My NY shorty be on some jealous shit

But my L.A. bitch take that color shit serious

I live on the tour bus, and party on the plane

I got hoes from Hawaii to motherfucking Spain

We can creep in the truck on the low from your man

Cause all I want to do is get my nuts out the sand

[50 Cent:]

Baby, if you want it

That money, you can have it

But you got to fuck me now

Fuck me now, baby

If you want it

Baby, if you want it

That money, you can have it

But you got to fuck me now

Fuck me now, baby

If you want it

Skit - Duets 3 lyrics - G-Unit

[Narrator:]

If you love Ja Rule Duets 1 and 2 - and how could you not? - then you'll love Ja Rule Duets 3. Ja Rule is so hot right now everybody wants to record with him, or at least, re-record with him. On Duets 3, you'll get this:

[Ja Rule - Shakira "Whenever, Wherever":]

Whenever (whenever), wherever (wherever)

We're meant to be together

(What you say?)

I'll be there and you'll be near

(Holla)

And that's the deal, my dear (uh)

(What would I be without you?)

Thereover, hereunder

[Narrator:]

And this:

[Ja Rule - Nickleback "How You Remind Me":]

This is how (this is how) you remind me (remind me) of (of) what I really am (am)

This is how (you) you remind me (me) of what I really am (holla)

It's not like you to...

[Narrator:]

This is the song that proves nobody gets the party started like Ja Rule:

[Ja Rule - P! nk "Get The Party Started":]

I'm coming up so you better get this party started

(To all my people, we be living in a - hey)

[Narrator:]

Ja Rule, Duets 3. If you order now you'll also get this bonus masterpiece:

[Ja Rule - No Doubt "Hey Baby":]

All the boys say, "hey baby, hey baby, hey" (uh)

Girls say, girls say, "hey baby, hey baby, hey"

(Ja Rule say)

Hey, baby

(He put it on me - holla)

Hey baby, hey baby, hey

Boys say, the boys say, "hey baby, hey baby, hey"

All the boys get the girls in the back (back)

[Ja Rule - Narrator:]

Ja Rule, Duets 3. It'll make you holla. (Holla)

Cross My Path lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

I should've warned you not to cross my path

Now I'm finna get in your ass

Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash

Your reign on top, it's over that fast

[Tony Yayo:]

[?] is conflict, and beef is war

You can die on the humble when you reach the [?]

So my vest is level three and my car is level four

That's a bulletproof Lex' with a 200-pound door

Got too many issues, too many pistols

Smack till your leg of, we attack like pitbulls

Ja fake 2Pac, screaming out, "Illuminati"

The same nigga getting smacked on freshman Friday

[50 Cent:]

I should've warned you not to cross my path

Now I'm finna get in your ass

Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash

Your reign on top, it's over that fast

[Lloyd Banks:]

Pretty soon you have to pawn your Rol' and your platinum ring

Cause you keep going gold like Aladdin king

Wouldn't buy a nigga bootleg if you like me

'Cause I ain't trying to hear that bullshit like Spike Lee

I'm out of sight, B, Long Island iced tea

Timberlands, white tee, both arms icely

We got enough money today even if they don't listen

I'll pop in the drop [?]

[50 Cent:]

I should've warned you not to cross my path

Now I'm finna get in your ass

Yeah, nigga, you know I got the hood on smash

Your reign on top, it's over that fast

These stones'll break my bones, but words'll never hurt me

Niggas who say they gon' murk me never put in work, B

Pop that shit

You got pistols, but you never pop that shit

You just running your lips

Put my gun on your lip, pop off, leave all your fucking teeth chipped

That's when you realize you in deep shit

But keep running your yap until your frame is mangled

Three hoes and the nigga look like Charlie's Angels

You not a murderer. Nah, you not a murderer, nigga. I'ma dig deep in your ass, you faggot. I'ma stop saying that shit 'cause I know you like that kind of shit. Fucking fruity-ass nigga. But I got something for you, nigga. Special delivery, nigga. Semi-autos, motherfucker

I Smell Pussy lyrics - G-Unit

Son you smell that? What's that?

I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?

I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?

I smell pussy. Is that you Black?

I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?

Y'all niggas is pussy

I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me)

Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)

You niggas get so emotional (emotional)

You remind me of my bitch.

It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,

But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)

My old relations just make it harder for me to except her....

as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)

I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street

I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see

it's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami

I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)

But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose

See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's

Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head

Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed

I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)

I can't say I love you I dont know what that means

I'ma pimp.

[Chorus: (x2)]

Girl you know I like it when you climb on top

Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 2:]

When I first met her

I did anything to get her (what?)

Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh)

Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up

but couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up

She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane

That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain

A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison

Sing-sing is where he biddin'

She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels

Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil

Moter bike and grams of fish scale

It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills

Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts

And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex

All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control

[Chorus: (x2)]

Girl you know I like it when you climb on top

Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 3:]

I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me)

or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy

I'm fuckin' with you

I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes

Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby)

Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)

I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)

I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day

Mama ain't home so the noise is okay

O.D.B you know he like it the raw way

Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck

Now you learnin' (whoo)

The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'

My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'

Whether we're just kickin' it or sexin' (uh huh) I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah)

So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and

When niggas get out of line I check them man

[Chorus: (x2)]

Girl you know I like it when you climb on top

Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

Yeah

Don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv

Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka

And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck

Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch

Punk ass mothafuckas

All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga

Ain't no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.

Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl

Come on gimme some love girl

Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]

You know they say I'm sexy now

Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.

Skit - Yayo lyrics - G-Unit

[Friend:]

What up, nigga?

[Tony Yayo:]

What's good, my nigga?

[Friend:]

What's going on, man?

[Tony Yayo:]

I'm chilling, nigga

[Friend:]

Yo, where that nigga 50 at?

[Tony Yayo:]

Ah, son, tell Smurf, tell banks, all them niggas don't go up to his room, son

[Friend:]

Oh, what happened?

[Tony Yayo:]

He... you know niggas was popping shit on the radio the other day, know what I'm saying? That nigga's up there, I'm not even trying to go up there. That nigga need to take his medication, nigga. I ain't fucking with that nigga

[Friend:]

You serious?

[Tony Yayo:]

On your mother, son. I'm serious

[Friend:]

Nigga is crazy, son

[Tony Yayo:]

No, them niggas is crazy. For fucking with that nigga. Yo, it's crazy, son. That nigga not the one to fuck with

[Friend:]

Fuck

[Tony Yayo:]

Alright, man

[Friend:]

Alright, man

[Tony Yayo:]

Yo, is that my TV?

In Da Hood lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Brooklyn)

[Brooklyn:]

I still be ridin' through the hood

Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good

From Southside Queens to Inglewood

We representin' like we should

[50 Cent:]

I'm hot, boy, I told you befo'

Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor

I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up

'Hood empty, niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up

Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy

Niggas'll set ya up and wet you up, trust me, they shady

Got a pet bulldog I keep under my linen

It don't bark, it spark when that revolver spinnin'

We winnin'

[Brooklyn:]

I still be ridin' through the hood

Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good

From Southside Queens to Inglewood

We representin' like we should

[50 Cent:]

Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims

Goddamn, look at them twenty-fours inch diamonds spin

Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood

A few times niggas tried to blast me in the 'hood

Fuck it, it's all good

Catch me in the coupe, on the lean

With needles and samples and diesel for the fiends

The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind

Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay with the nine

I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth

Talkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house

Nah, homie, better get to know me better

Before you be leaking pints of blood into your Iceberg sweater

When the talons come flyin' up out the Beretta

You gon' feel like it's your fault and say, "man, I knew better"

Look, dawg, I don't play that shit

I pull that thing out I'mma spray that shit

That's how I get down

[Brooklyn:]

Brooklyn, she's so sick in the hood

Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood

Cause I throw diamonds, shoot the fifth in the hood

That's what you get for talking all that shit in the hood

Yeah, I'm still a minor, remember this

Everything Brooklyn'll drop you broads'll fall behind her

Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good

Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood

I still be ridin' through the hood

Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good

From Southside Queens to Inglewood

We representin' like we should

I still be ridin' through the hood

Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good

From Southside Queens to Inglewood

We representin' like we should

Round Here lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

Me, I call the shots 'round here

I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here

I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here

Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here

Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here

They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here

Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here

But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here

[Tony Yayo:]

Yo, I'm on that James Bond shit

That Z3 smoking that bomb shit, my guns in my armpit

I'm still pitching rock and bundles of D

But you can catch me in Hollywood with Pamela Lee

Yo, my team stay rocky, kid

In the crib, priced out, it's as big as Versace crib

You could be D-Zel or Frel, my 9 mil

I drive by and do you like the Russians did Denzel

[50 Cent:]

Me, I call the shots 'round here

I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here

I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here

Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here

Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here

They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here

Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here

But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here

[Lloyd Banks:]

They ain't never heard a clique like mine so they admire us heavy

Clue, you better get them firetrucks ready

Cause I am, I'm hot now, I came up quicker

They comparing me to veterans, nigga

And I'm too young to buy liquor

I'm holding out till they break the pore of a chip straight

Struggling, baby, I'm on tour of a mixtape

Fronting'll get ya bashed in

Nigga, my flows worth mills like the dress Princess Diana crashed in

[50 Cent:]

Me, I call the shots 'round here

I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here

I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here

Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here

Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here

They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here

Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here

But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here

Even the old folks in my hood know I stay with a gat

They say, "Sabrina baby boy just don't know how to act"

They sit in front of a hollow tip, leave a hole in your Jag'

Big enough to fit a D battery in your back

You call G-Unit Jew-Unit the way that money stack

It's a fee for me, nigga you were paying for that

We got artilleries and targets to spit it at

Banks to popingp shots that they would sign on your fitted hats

Me, I call the shots 'round here

I say who get shot, who don't get shot 'round here

I say who can and can't pump on the block round' here

Stick-up kids can get they ass got 'round here

Niggas snitchin', D's comin', it's hot 'round here

They finna run up on one of the spots 'round here

Be on point, its easy to get knocked 'round here

But be smart, you need to have that Glock 'round here

Yeah, nigga. You need to have your motherfucking gun 'round here. Don't be off to see the wizard, motherfucker. Lying without a heart. Barking and shit. You ain't gonna do nothing, nigga. Don't make me touch something out this motherfucker. Go ahead and jump back, nigga. I'm waiting on these niggas. You think I'm scared? Oh, I'm shaking in my motherfucking shoes. I'm scared to death. Don't I sound scared?

Bitches Aint Shit lyrics - G-Unit

Hot 97. Blazing hip hop and R&B. You now tuned into G-Unit radio. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go

I'm hearing motherfuckers trying to steal my flow

But it ain't no thing because my nigga Yayo

Put me up on game when I came through the door

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

It's like that and like this and like that and uh

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

It's like this and like that and like this

I got these groupies backstage trying to rip my dick off

In Chanel panties and Gucci lipgloss

Our shows and videos be the wildest

Wake up, get dressed, fuck the clothes stylist

Now my navigation system pointing arrows to your house

Got me in the hood with mt nuts in your mouth

Big truck series, you heard Funk Flex

Since the whip spacious we can have rough sex

Now bitches give me head while my rims keep spinning

Cause the truck be the size of their project kitchens

I'm a hustler, hand to hand

I turn fourteen grams into fourteen lands

I play Italian restaurants, Pedros in the palms

Cause my number one fiend is into stocks and bonds

Yo, my hand is full of ink spots, writing with my pen

Got my ass in a mink spot, about to blow ten

Man, these bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

I tell them lick on the nuts and suck the dick

Then get the fuck out if that ain't done

Tell Banks to hurry up bringing that X1

And that X1, man, that X1

Look, it's time to make the transition from a pad to a palace

I'm the same, old G with a jaw like Morales

As long as it get movies it's on and the jacuzzi is warm

She stripping down like the Uzi was drawn

You know, snapping out of Louie Vuitton

Her man knew he perform and get me evicted and do me a porn

I hear this every day, "Banks, don't treat me like the next bitch

And by the way, how many other girls you having sex with?

Look, you like the Neptunes, this different teams

We both move around with clips and they spit sixteen

I be damned if I trick one dollar, but if the chick come holla

And got paper I'ma get some out of her

I'm high every hour like California light-green steamer

Am I hot, nigga, that Ike beat Tina? Icea cream Beamer

You're upset 'cause I say everything you don't say

Nigga, you ain't smoking hydro, you're smoking roach spray

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

It's like that and like this and like that and uh

It's like this and like that and like this and uh

It's like this and like that and like this

You heard my nigga. Y'all smoking roach spray, man. We on a first class flight to Barcelona, man. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit

Shoot Em Up lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Sean Paul)

[Sean Paul:]

Well easy, well ya done know so we make it on a cheesy

Sean-a-peesy, th girls are over breezy

Longside the 50 Cent, yo

Now some bwoy like dem take to the extent, yo

Some bwoy fi check it, Jerk off & madness and them no make it

Madness, and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it

Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it

But some likkle youth dem don't get it

Some bwoy fi check it, Jerk off & madness and them no make it

Madness, and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it

Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it

50 Cent, Sean da Paul, dem a tell dem who fi check it

[50 Cent:]

They said they ready, but I know for sure they not ready

Go against the grain if you sure you gon' get it

Four-fifth pop, you drop, get deaded

Flee the crime scene, nah'mean? I forget it

When real rude boys pop up they don't want credit

If niggas know you did it then police know you did it

Whenever drama come a real soldier don't set it

If it's beef, dead it, big money, bet it

In your brain, I'll embed it

Don't fuck with 50 or Sean Paul

I got 50 soldiers on call ready to brawl

Gangsta, semi-autos, I spray at targets

To niggas that don't know, well, we finished the cartridge, yeah

[Sean Paul:]

If you cheek it deeply you gonna see

Nuff a them a rule bad man but they wanna be

See all them front up inna the club them a look upon me

But them grow empty, no artileries yo

Positive, negative and dem cyah hold them stress

Live get tripe and them a run up inna a mess

When tings pop off some of them gonna get decked

And them haffi know them cyah hold the flex

Send dem fi check it

Jerk off & madness and them no make it

Madness, and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it

Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it

50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it

[50 Cent:]

Let's get money, niggas like my style, I'm chipped up

Still I won't hesitate to shoot your whip up

Gully, I got guns, chromes and black ones

Snub noses, long joints, you might want to pack one

With all the bullshit going on in the hood

You need to be holding to something, shit is one in the hood

Get your ass beat up, stabbed, then shot up

Niggas'll tear your fucking block up over some product

[Sean Paul:]

Send dem fi check it

Jerk off & madness and them no make it

Madness, and a we got ready fi know, how fi select it

Time fi get it, life is a gift, so nuh badda wreck it

50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it, yo

G-Unit Anthem lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

[Tony Yayo:]

In my hood you get no points for your jumpshot

As soon as the sun rise we back on the block

The stress got me feeling like an old man

And I stay on point for that red and gold van

Its a freelance performer Yayo, be a pro

Cause the flows been hot since G.I. Joe

Yo, my rhymes'll have you nodding like war in the streets

So the freaks give me ass like toilet seats

Get at me, you really think you holding Big Daddy?

So where's your indoor court and bowling alley?

I got heart like a Hoover Crip

But bust slugs like an Inglewood Blood

I mingle with thugs, my single gon' buzz

Your boy export, get rid of the drugs

I still bag my dope up with a mask and some gloves

I used to have eight balls in my 8-ball jackets

Now a dawg Lex coupes like Luke in Dukes Of Hazzard

[50 Cent:]

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

[Lloyd Banks:]

Put carpet burns on these rats for several days

Till they need bandages on they knees like Pat Ewing's legs

I'm always with the biscuit

The only way I get blue balls is if a bitch had blue lipstick

You broke, rob more blocks

'Cause you ain't got to know how to breakdance

To wind up on a cardboard box

I'm Gucci'ed down to my socks, groupies hounding the spot

We perform at to keep goopies around for the cops

She'll be down for my watch, I ain't generous or courteous

I'm running from a dirty bitch, nigga, you thirty-six

You don't want it with the kid at all

Same shit, bigger bathroom, my niggas brawl

When we come after you it ain't no gray shots

The SIG will leave a hole in your chest bigger than Flavor Flav's clock

You pussy, you wouldn't even pop the smallest chip

Cause on the inside you softer than a mozzarella stick, bitch

[50 Cent:]

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

[50 Cent & Lloyd Banks:]

I'm the leader of the new school now, nigga what?

I got a 44 bulldog, I'll tear your bitch ass up

I pop off nigga front, I'll put my knife in your gut

Have you in ICU screaming, "ahh, I'm cut"

I go rrrraowr, rrrraowr like a dungeon dragon

But I keep my pistol on me so my pants be saggin'

Everytime I'm in the house niggas grill a nigga

Cause they feel a nigga, I'll kill a nigga

You speeding, shorty, better stay in your lane

Before I send one of my soldiers to blow out your brains

I'm the general, what? You salute me

You'se a dead man if you attempt to shoot me

I done lost some of my brains watching military flicks

Got the whole G-Unit on some military shit

Private Banks requesting permission to speak

Speak, nigga

Man, it's dangerous when there's discipline involved in street niggas

[50 Cent:]

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, what, what?

G-Unit in the house

What, nigga, what?

G-G-G-Unit

Doing My Own Thing lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

Oh, Oh, Oh

GGGG G-Unit

Yeah

It's 50 Cent

And Lloyd Banks

And Tony Yayo

Nigga (ha, ha)

You got to love it

New York City

I've been doing my own thing

You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears

I'm doing my thing

I said I've been doing my own thing

You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer

Damn, I'm doing my thing

My chain is so heavy, I think it's necessary

For me to talk about all of the stones in my bezey

I used to push a Chevy, I rather cop a Bentley

And stunt on these niggas till my tank on empty

This gangsta shit is in me, the money, I got plenty

I still hustle, but I don't cop jewels from Benny

I know a stripper named Jenny, a marked nigga named Vinny

A A&R named Lenny, a CEO named Diddy

50 is so witty, 50 is so high

50 got the fucking hood on lock, what

I've been doing my own thing

You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears

I'm doing my thing

I said I've been doing my own thing

You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer

Damn, I'm doing my thing

[Lloyd Banks:]

When I'm knocking you down no one can save ya

From the other side of the door it sounds like you going through labor

My passport valid so I'm going through Asia

Flying to Paris, stopping in Britain, shoppin' and shittin'

If you ain't jumping off in the truck you walking

We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks

My name popping so I'm higher than the price

Bitch, I'm about to make enough money to buy you a life

[50 Cent:]

I've been doing my own thing

You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears

I'm doing my thing

I said I've been doing my own thing

You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer

Damn, I'm doing my thing

[Tony Yayo:]

I got so many hoes that my pimp game nasty

The only time I don't fuck is in the AIDS capital

You look at the watch, you have a hard time seeing

I got so many rocks they have a hard time breathing

See the cross on my neck

Hoes want to know what's the cost on my neck

First she said no, now she almost said yes

Now we in the telly and we both buttnake'

Working up a sweat

[50 Cent:]

I've been doing my own thing

You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist and my ears

I'm doing my thing

I said I've been doing my own thing

You can tell by my Benz, by my BM and my Hummer

Damn, I'm doing my thing

Yeah nigga

You know it's me when I'm cruising

Through ya motherfuckin' hood and shit nigga

Don't try to act

Like you don't know its me and shit

You know what I'm sayin'?

I ain't put no tints

On the motherfucker

So you can see me nigga

If I'm a spend 125, 000 dollars

On some wheels I want you

To get a good look nigga

Yeah look at me

Look at the license plate

The license plate say "Get One" nigga

Can you get one nigga?

8 More Miles lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

Yeah. 50 Cent. Lloyd Banks. Tony Yayo. G-Unit

[Lloyd Banks:]

This rap shit plays a major part in my life

So if you jeopardize it I got the right

To send a mothafucker at you tonight

G-Unit

And I ain't stopping till my clique popping, swimming in barrels of money

Ma could walk around with her head up cause it [?] you, dummy

It's funny, niggas'd rather see you suffering and hungry

I'm comfy as hell skating with another nigga's money

You lying your ass off, you know you ain't that tough

I'm pulling your mask off as soon as you act up

You know what I came for, a piece of the game, boy

Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw

By the way, man, this feels like I've been dreamin'

Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feeling my semen

The physical presence of a female in he forms of a demon

That's why I fuck 'em and leave 'em, get my nut while I'm breathin'

Cause they thought they'd catch me slipping, now I'm ducking and driven

That's a thousand dollar outfit, what the fuck is you rippin'?

You tripping, no record could get my ass in position

Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian

Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen

With probable cause, it's probably sending out to prison

You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours

We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards

[Tony Yayo:]

You can take me out the hood

But can't take the hood out me (cause what?)

Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto

Niggas hate when you do good

But when you broke

Your friends and your enemies they love you, they love you

"Cheche, get the Yayo"

Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail

"Cheche, get the Yayo"

Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)

You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie

I'm the number one seller in the whole fucking country

Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low

White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow

It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane

I'll smuggle, I'm nothing but trouble

I'll make your money double, cook me in baking soda

I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover

I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator

Feed your family, turn your man to a hater

Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox

Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks

If you cop three and a half you hustling backwards

Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards

You trying to move more birds

N PA all day, on the corner of Third, nigga what?

[50 Cent:]

You can take me out the hood

But can't take the 'hood out me (what?)

Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto

Picture me polishing pistols, I'm coming to get you

The shells hit you, you screamin'

Think I'm playing? I mean it

Man, I done bought all these pistols, let's get it popping

Start wavin' my emboies, shell cases get to dropping

If death is around the corner I got too much pride to hide

I'm outside, gun in my pocket, just stunting, no stopping

I'm dying to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless

You know my contestants

As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned

Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons

I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish

I told you before

Hoes, they compliment me now like, "50, nice chain"

Bellagio, twenty grand of chips at a dice game

Burn out, can't stop, gotta watch MTV, BET

Nigga, you see me

I wonder if you mad cause I'm doing good

Or 'cause niggas feeling me more than you in your own hood

And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back

Cause they know you just rapping and you don't bust a gat

You pussy

Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood, nigga. They know you fucking fronting, nigga. Talking like gangstas on a record. I see you, nigga. Niggas know me, nigga. Ask around in my hood, nigga. Read the Daily News, nigga. You see them talking about me, nigga. I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit. Pussy, let's get it popping

G-Unit other songs:

 

Ahhh Shit lyrics - G-Unit

I'm minding my business officer; I'm minding my business

Please just leave me alone

I told you the last time, please leave me alone

[50 Cent:]

(Ahhh shit)

Now why the fuck did you call them cops?

(Ahhh shit)

With your hands up you still getting shot

(Ahhh shit)

Here they come now; they out on patrol

(Ahhh shit)

They killed a few; they finna kill some more

[Young Buck:]

Walked in here on that bullshit; I been turnt up all day bustin' shots

Ever since Mike Brown went down, my whole city like "fuck a cop"

Run the red light; fuck the stop

Bust his head when you pump the Glock

Got my bread up; I run the block

I don't play around with you bombaclots

Bring it you to you if you really want this

My heart cold; I'll send you somethin' hot

Blowing kush, but I'm stayin' focused

Cause niggas move when they think you not

That shit got my brother shot

Standin' right in front of his mother's spot

But that got about ten of them popped

And last night another one of them dropped

We don't do no peace treaties, no backing down, no calling quits

Kidd Kidd tell these niggas how quick Buck can get on my New Orleans shit

Like, what this? Say, bro, you must not know me

You want war? Okay

[50 Cent:]

(Ahhh shit)

Now why the fuck did you call them cops?

(Ahhh shit)

With your hands up you still getting shot

(Ahhh shit)

Here they come now, they out on patrol

(Ahhh shit)

They killed a few, they finna kill some more

(Ahhh shit)

Man, who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?

(Ahhh shit)

Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?

(Ahhh shit)

See the lights flashing, now here they come

(Ahhh shit)

Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?

[Kidd Kidd:]

Let's stomp 'em out with both feet

They gon' patch him up like a slow leak

Rest in Peace to Ezell middle finger to the police

Fuck y'all with no grease, no justice, no peace

They did Mike wrong like Cochise ain't nobody getting no sleep

Now they sayin' we ignant, Buck is you rolling with me?

My hoodie on like Trayvon, I'mma give Zimmerman the business

Where I go my niggas follow, hollow points thrown like a spiral

It's go time, show time, get clapped like the Apollo

I'm trapped out like fuck y'all, I'll abide by this gun law

Unless you gon' do me like Eric Gardner

If you catch me smokin' on my cigar

Put my hands up and you pull your pistol

Just because I'm a hood nigga

This full clip gon' full flip you

[50 Cent:]

(Ahhh shit)

Now why the fuck did you call them cops?

(Ahhh shit)

With your hands up you still getting shot

(Ahhh shit)

Here they come now, they out on patrol

(Ahhh shit)

They killed a few, they finna kill some more

(Ahhh shit)

Man, who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?

(Ahhh shit)

Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?

(Ahhh shit)

See the lights flashing, now here they come

(Ahhh shit)

Now who the fuck done dialed 9-1-1?

(I can't breathe [x4])

Once again, police beating up on people. All he did was break up a fight and this is what happens for breaking up a fight

(This is a disgrace, there's a test in this city and we intend to keep the pressure off)

(Let's continue to show this nation who we are, continue to show this country who we are...)

All About The Money lyrics - G-Unit

[Young Buck:]

50, the streets gon' fuck with this one

You never seen nothin' like this

G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy

Fuckin' with these bad bitches

I'm LeBron on you niggas cause scorin' in my shit, boy

I'm young Kobe cause I be dishin'

I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

[Kidd Kidd:]

Hot 97, Funk Flex, shut it down

If ye' ain't know me then, I bet you know me now

Met a bad bitch, say we goin' downtown

She thinkin' 'bout shoppin' 'til I pull my pants down

I've come a long way from wearin' hand-me-downs

So if you got your hand out I slap your hand down

MC with the hammer, can't touch this

I buck shit, shoot, stab and cut shit

Say crawl before you walk, but nigga I run shit

All the hatin' just constipation, you don't want shit

Leave your thoughts on the curb, what the fuck you thinkin', bitch?

This is G-Unit, the G go for gangsta shit, let's go

[Young Buck:]

You never seen nothin' like this

G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy

Fuckin' with these bad bitches

I'm LeBron on you niggas cause scorin' in my shit, boy

I'm young Kobe cause I be dishin'

I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

[Tony Yayo:]

You got a vitamin C deficiency

No cash, no credit, no customers, you ain't no fuckin' hustler

Ball in this rap game in Vera Wang

Strike the shepherd in his sheeps, scatter with good aim

Photobomb your picture with a long clip

Disarm a nigga, take his own grip

I'm in the meat packin' district, STK the state

Big faces in my safe, so these ho niggas hate

Catch him slippin' out filets, put his brains on his chicken patty

These bum niggas ain't classy

[Young Buck:]

You never seen nothin' like this

G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy

Fuckin' with these bad bitches

I'm LeBron on you niggas cause scorin' in my shit, boy

I'm young Kobe cause I be dishin'

I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

We spill blood over spilled milk

We sell drugs 'til we get killed, lift weight 'til we get built

I'm prayin' that this heron do harm to them

Might be the last time the needle hit his arm again

My Mexican friends got me on the farm again

If you can handle it then haul it 'cross the border then

My granny say you never get too old to sell crack

Stop, she told me find somebody else to tell that

So why not distribute cocaine on my block?

And I just cooked a whole ki in the kitchen up with my pop

The molly made your momma spend her rent money

Be surprised all the shit she done did for me

You never seen nothin' like this

G-Unit be the gang, I wish a nigga would, boy

Fuckin' with these bad bitches

I'm LeBron on you niggas cause scorin' in my shit, boy

I'm young Kobe cause I be dishin'

I be handlin' the rock, I be whippin' in the pot, boy

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

It's all about this fuckin' drug money

Come Up lyrics - G-Unit

Yeah, I’m that paper chasing, money making hustler

Nigga, you know how I get down

Big dreams, big bags of bread

Big money, you fucking with the kid

Watch a nigga come up

Inf beams, triple beams it seems

The street niggas know just what I mean

Watch a nigga come up

Born hustler, niggas got to get paid

Shit real from the cradle to the grave

Watch a nigga come up

Got to get it, we got, got to get it

Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it

Watch a nigga come up

Whenever you should wanna have it, do you need me?

Drug dealer jewelry, standing on 3D

Double my dose, this a lotto high

Check my Vienne here, model cry

My autograph is a dollar sign

This Jamaica stars, cream dreams, my paper large

Had to erase all loss, propellers, I’m taking off

Steaming potent, I’m illegal rowing

My holy flow keep the demons folding

24k, my team is glowing

Yeah, step in with my strap on me

Racks on me in this whole-in-the-wall club with 100 packs on me

Got the goons out, you know we don’t do much

Catch you coming out the club if you doing too much

Couple Cubans on my neck, smoking a Cuban on the jet

On my way to collect from niggas that’s losing bets

Joe Pesci, baby, I enforce the rules

Take two’s and tighten up niggas with loose screws

Your bitch wanna be my bitch

She saying we friends, I done fucked her again

Now watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up

Grinding, diamond shining, drop the climbing and we doing it big

Watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up

Feels like Hawaii going through this car wash

Get the foreign, you know I gotta get the boss

AR green beamer size of Kevin Hart

These 22 Jump Street niggas talk

Watch a nigga come up off this trap phone

Cold jeans hold the coke five flex roam

In the clouds care less about the chit chatter

Bad bitches don't fuck these Soundcloud rappers

One, two, buck 'em out them seven shoes

Pockets full of revenue, kitchen filled of residue

Pitching on the avenue, million dollar attitude

Fuck you, pay me, I don't show gratitude

Told that ho bring it back, rewind it

Now I got her on my mic beatboxing

Ye ain't gotta look for it, we got it

Get it hard, break it down, cut then rewatch it

Big dreams, big bags of bread

Big money, you fucking with the kid

Watch a nigga come up

Inf beams, triple beams it seems

The street niggas know just what I mean

Watch a nigga come up

Born hustler, niggas got to get paid

Shit real from the cradle to the grave

Watch a nigga come up

Got to get it, we got, got to get it

Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it

Watch a nigga come up

I got the kind of success that's hard to measure

Tear the unit apart, put it back together

I'm strong, I ain't mentioning what I'm benching

I'm Merrill Lynching in the mall, I'll blow ya pension

Sharp as a blade, Tom Ford suave

Sneaker collection same color of grenade

Camoflage, damn I'm large, oh God

Aventador door Lambo, hop in and just push start

I go 0 to a 100, nigga, real quick

You talk money, I got money, it's real shit

It's independent, now we eating of a big plate

First week I make a million off my mixtape

Hello, you niggas is slow, you gotta catch up

You business savvy, you gotta step up

You new like a ho, I don't understand ya

'Til you eating the cheese, ratting on camera

Big dreams, big bags of bread

Big money, you fucking with the kid

Watch a nigga come up

Inf beams, triple beams it seems

The street niggas know just what I mean

Watch a nigga come up

Born hustler, niggas got to get paid

Shit real from the cradle to the grave

Watch a nigga come up

Got to get it, we got, got to get it

Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it

Watch a nigga come up

Don't Tell' Em lyrics - G-Unit

[50 Cent:]

Shawty my type tonight, you know I'm kind of picky

She saying ''I love New York'', I'm saying ''welcome to my city''

Corporate type, I'm finna strip her to her Vicky's

She about her business, why you think she fucking with me?

I could smoke to the rhythm, see I'm really not a dancer

G-Unit plus Jeremih equal summertime anthem

It's hot now, time to put the top down

I'm here, girl, I'm coming around your block now

[Jeremih:]

Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion

Girl, I guess that must be you

Body like the summer, fucking like no other

Don't you tell 'em what we do

Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em

Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

Know you say you down with it

Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground with it

Girl, you know I'm from Chicago, I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it

In it, nobody take me out though

You got gifts, bring 'em down the South Pole

Marathon doll, I'm puttin' miles

Don't you worry 'bout it, might gon' work it out

Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why

Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips

That's right, right, right, right, right

Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion

Girl, I guess that must be you

Body like the summer, fucking like no other

Don't you tell 'em what we do

Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em

Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

[50 Cent:]

Don't tell 'em I be around this bitch

Got you doing all kinds of freaky shit, making flicks

(Don't tell 'em)

Don't tell 'em I be in your front door

Then I'm in your backdoor on all fours

Don't tell 'em cause a nigga would be heartbroken

Chest out, stressed out, nigga start smoking

I ain't trippin', I am chillin', I ain't illin'

I ain't thinkin' about no nigga in his feelings

[Young Buck:]

They gon' try to break us up, don't let 'em

Half of these hoes never rode in a Phantom

We be doing the thing, girl, hope you don't change, girl

Maybe one day I might get you and my main girl

Tequilla shots, got her taking off her top

Make that ass pop, I'mma drink this bottle to the last drop

I got bands, baby, dance like a mascot

You can hit me up, I done moved from the last spot

[Jeremih:]

Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion

Girl, I guess that must be you

Body like the summer, fucking like no other

Don't you tell 'em what we do

Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em

Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

[Tony Yayo:]

Don't tell your baby father shit

He worried about getting lit

Them other women can't outclass you

Celine bag with the tassels

Pretty face and she got some ass too

High heels, pills and potions

Wrists [?] get the dutches, we smoking

I'm a starver for my Southside chicks

But please don't run your lips about no side nigga dick

[Kidd Kidd:]

Money too long, it don't matter, but it measures

You ain't in my good look, we just look better

Gotta keep it on the low though, don't tell 'em

He ain't cuffing you like a convicted felon

Said she wanna groove back like Stella

No one could do it better, K. I double letter

She beautiful, she bella, homie, don't sweat her, let her

She was like that when you met her

RG, Goodfellas, let's go

[Lloyd Banks:]

(Don't tell 'em)

You don't really care right? Say it like you mean it

Later on you're sneaking, behavior going indecent

No holding back, ain't got no reason

Middle of the summer and I'm out here freezing

Please and all of the above

Girl, don't tell that nigga nothing, play it cool

He accusing you, just say it wasn't another fool

New clues, I leave your nose, dimes need every one of those

Hundred rolls, holding your heart, I play my part

[Jeremih:]

Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion

Girl, I guess that must be you

Body like the summer, fucking like no other

Don't you tell 'em what we do

Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em, you don't even, don't tell 'em

Don't tell 'em, you don't even, you don't even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

You don't even, you don't even even gotta tell 'em

Don't you tell 'em, don't you tell 'em

Gunz For Sale lyrics - G-Unit

Woo wooo

Haha

G unit!

we got those semi automatics

and we got them revolvers

we those niggaz that you should get at

if you got a problem

when those hollow tips hit 'em

man that should solve 'em

we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm

got that little duece duece and they all for sale

got that old trey pound

got that new fore pound

nigga use once or twice and they all for sale

[Verse One]

I'm the reason those things in my hood go BANG

I got that trey duece I call that, my nigga behave

16 gage in case these niggaz wanna get crazy

when a sawed off

hit your body parts they fall off

you get hit in the leg

man you can't even crawl off

when that AK switch that automatic to spray

everybody out this bitch could get hit with a stray

I got silences and scoops

military issue pistols holla at me

whatever you need homie I can get you

nickname rubber grips hollow tips extra clips

you dont want your shit to jam

better buy a cleaning kit

teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest

you pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess

mac 11 mac 10 time for some action

dump a clip out this bitch and see how niggaz act then

Got guns and ammo they all for sale

clips included you're responsible for your bail

we got those semi automatics

and we got those revolvers

we that niggaz that you should get at

if you got a problem

when those hollow tips hit 'em

man that should solve 'em

we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm

got that little duece duece and they all for sale

got that old trey pound

got that new fore pound

nigga use once or twice and they all for sale

G stand for GANGSTER

UNIT stand for U Niggaz in trouble

better lock and load on the double

G Unit!!

[Verse Two]

Fresh out the box 40 cali glock, calico 20 shot

streetsweepers clear the block

im that nigga niggaz call when those shots pop

take 'em to my grandmoms basement

show 'em what I got, look

I got three 380s a tech and two m1's

Ice came through on some shit and bought him one

Them young boys from the projects crazy

He was kissing on the toast and saying thats my baby

Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"

sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club

gave him some shells for that trey 8 snub

he gave me some bud

I gave him a pound, gave me a hug

love, its love I take it back to the NWA days

Fuck Jay my CD's raise the crime rate in the Troy state

got some rugers, some sigs, some colts

my nigga for real. Holla at the kid for real

we got those semi automatics

and we got those revolvers

we that niggaz that you should get at

if you got a problem

when those hollow tips hit 'em

man that should solve 'em

we got the lugers with rugers and m1s and they all for sale

Got that 9mm got that 10mm

got that little duece duece and they all for sale

got that old trey pound

got that new fore pound

nigga use once or twice and they all for sale

I'll Be The Shooter (Rick Ross Diss) lyrics - G-Unit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter

[Verse One: 50 Cent]

I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out

Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out

Cause all kind of commotion when a nigga get blast off

The spot we'll get his cash off that after no mask off

Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone

Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame throwin

I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver

Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem

Start me I'll never stop I'm layin at your mama's spot

Squeeze till the llama hot I'll have your ass in drama ack

I'll cause havoc you come in my vicinity

Mother fuck the police officer Rick the enemy!!!!!

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya (YEAH!)

I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, it's been (Deeper than Rap), I eat, shit, go to sleep with my gat

It's us three against the industry, let's keep it like that

Click-CLACK, getcha goons, fuck all the talkin

Niggas yappin 'bout who dress the best, get 'em Gucci coffins

When we tombstone, bullets hurt, 40s' break a few bones

Come around, ya fool! And my shorty's takin jewels home

Follow 'em then hallow 'em, take two these and goggle 'em

You ride wid 'em, you die wid 'em, chances of survival thin

The sharks is out you divin in? Dare you niggas try to swim

There's no odds, I gotta win, wobble 'em with the WHOP-WHOP

Shaky backgrounds, you probably with the cops

You ain't street, you need to stop, I breathe the hood, I be the block

Heater

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger

I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter (Yeah!)

I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger (Right!!)

I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya

(WE GON' RIDE ON ALL Y'ALL NIGGAS ONE BY ONE!!)

I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger

I'll, I'll be the shooter

[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]

Niggas wanna kill me, I'm gettin money for God sakes

That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Corn Flakes

Kick in the door man, big .44 man

Mortician morgue man, fill you with straws man

Black President, I voted for Obama

I voted in the hood, so I voted with my llama

Everyday is drama, everyday is karma

He got SHOT last week, so let's press his baby mama

That was home of the boldest, adolesence whylin

Shorty got killed, they burin sneakers on the island

(Maybach Music), y'all niggas want trouble?

I run up on that C.O. snap his ass in a bubble

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the rueger

I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german lueger

I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter

I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the rueger

I'll pop somethin through ya, dirty is what I'll do ya

I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german lueger

I'll, I'll be the shooter

Loyal lyrics - G-Unit

[Lil Wayne & Chris Brown:]

YOUNG MULA, BABY!

(Haha, you thought it was over?)

G-g-g-g-g-g G-UNIT

[50 Cent:]

Pretty face tight waste, that motherfucker thick

I need a second to evaluate, yeah that's a bad bitch

She a fool for love, that's why she ain't got shit

Fuck with the wrong fool, fell in love with the wrong bitch

Now I ain't put a song out to tell her she ain't loyal

Better fuck with me bitch he ain't doin nothing for you

Baby you gotta think like a winner to win

How your nigga gonna help you when he stuck in the pen

Lifes full of choices, you can choose a better life

Start by choosing the telly we meeting there tonight

I talk to her trynna get her mind right

When that head gettin good, man her future's so bright

[Chris Brown:]

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

These hoes ain't loyal

These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Tony Yayo:]

First class trips

Take a boat to the six

Floor seats with the Knicks

I take a broke nigga bitch

[50 Cent:]

These hoes they trouble man

That bitch don't love you HA HA

[Tony Yayo:]

If I gave a fuck about a bitch, I'd always be broke

I never had no motherfucker sour to smoke

He went raw and she had twins on you

Take half your check and her ass spittin on you

[Chris Brown:]

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

These hoes ain't loyal

These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Lloyd Banks:]

Your drop dead fine, hit my line, I decline

It ain't nothing personal, it happens all the time

You'll remember me forever, but it's only for the night

You're out here doing wrong, thinking karma gona be nice

So your girls ain't bout nothing, then you're looking for a ride

I ain't heard every opinion, been round the world twice

You gon hold a nigga up, talkin how you feel about me

That ain't shit to brag about, you got love for everybody

No thanks baby, I'm bank crazy

Party like we won, hardly leave alone

Leave the snotty ones have fun, I bet you still keep it spoil

Your Queen creeping on you, she ain't keep it loyal

[Chris Brown:]

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

These hoes ain't loyal

These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Kidd Kidd:]

What's the number one rule when you hop in the whip

Change your __cpLocation off, Fly a G to the crib

I don't need that nigga outside where I live

Cause I know you got a man and he know just who I is

Kidd Kidd, I don't wife em, I don't love em, I don't like em

I don't trust em, I don't cuff em, I don't hug em, I don't kiss em

I diss em, dismiss em, don't miss em

I trick are you tricking homie that's a big difference

She into big things big chains big titties

Big spending big business big ballin big pimpin

Her ass to fake for me to care about real feelings

Been kilt that ho off and she still trippin

[Young Buck:]

He put you in the penthouse and a Panamera

He buy you everything you want but hes never there

Hey you can't miss me I'm everywhere

Follow the sparkles on the bottles and I appear

Attitude kinda rude when we first fucking (You Know)

Her man play in the NBA and I sell dope (Coke!)

When a rich nigga want you said No! (Remember?)

Now a bitch nigga got you your ready to go (Fasho!)

I make a good girl see how good kush blow (Smoke!)

Shawty said she want a nigga she can cook for (What's up?)

I had no idea that they label her hood ho (Aw!)

Till Yayo said there something I should know

[Chris Brown:]

Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?

Baby show me something

When I call her, she gon' leave

And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat

Come on, come on, girl, why you fronting?

Baby show me something

You done spent your bread on her

And it's all for nothing

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

These hoes ain't loyal

These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

When a rich nigga want you

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

These hoes ain't loyal

These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Move That Dope lyrics - G-Unit

[Future:]

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, nigga?)

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)

[50 Cent:]

Clip in the K, whippin' and flippin' the yay

36 O's in a day, thumbing through pay

When you do shit the right way

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me

How they gone eat? I run the seam

I got that work, bitch, I got it

I got a few Maseratis, dope in my new Maserati

That's a whole 'lotta new money

Stash it, it's hotter than hell

Movin' them squares in for real

Servin' that broad, said yeah

Either way you put it on, bitch, I'm good

Triple salute bitch, I'm straight out the hood

Triple beam, look what I got on the scale

This is that dope boy life right here for real

[Future:]

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, nigga?)

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)

[Young Buck:]

All this money, need a calculator

I'mma a drop it off and get back at you later

Shoes gator, suit tailored, cookin' chickens, we do cater

Give it to your front door like newspaper

Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters

Plug showed up with two trailers

Two flavors, what dude gave ya

I got thirty cars in my front yard

Hundred acres, no neighbors

I finished up the white shit

50 on the fight shit, I might go to Vegas

I keep up with who supposed to pay us

Who cash out and who delay us

Crash out if you try to play us

Dope Boy Universal, all you can say is

Young Buck move that dope

[Tony Yayo:]

The future of the dope game, I'm mixing [?] and Bottega Veneta

That's 60 a gram, I'm stretching the yams and making my cheddar

Whippin' that coke like Patsy - 12 years of a slave

Alphabet boys catch me, it's natural life in a cage

Presidential on my arm, you need to work on your own

I don't do consignment

They think I'm 'inati the way that I shine

[Future:]

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, nigga?)

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)

[Kidd Kidd:]

In the kitchen with Rida Gang chopping an eight

S-S-H-H, [?] all on my momma's good plates

Dumped the the meth all on my face

Should get an A up in Chemistry

Murder the block on a killin' spree

Move the shit fast as a centipede

You gone need a fade to get rid of me

Movin' that boy and that girl

Take over life from the morte

Lean the pot all the way to the side

Scrapin' the extras, need all of mine

Call it a slave when I'm whippin' that brick

3-6 exorcist with the risk

Bakin' soda water all in the mix

All this work got us changing up shit

[Lloyd Banks:]

Paper stackin' in the path of evil

Bitch I'm dope in a platinum needle

All my day; one's magazine you

Play with the money and your head is see-through

I'm paid in full; never had a sequel

You nodded off; my rap is lethal

I get one wish, bring back my people

Brick on wrist, bookbags of diesel

I'm icin' out my imagination

Just due - never got that from waitin'

Just wrote my movie, new chapter shapin'

Pack the wall, clubs asses shakin'

Whose first? Take a dark ride in that hearse

Makeup run down on your shirt

Won't be no waitin' for reasons cause I'mma bomb first

Sound like they using they work

[Future:]

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, nigga?)

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)