Straight Outta Southside lyrics - G-Unit
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
I don't know what the FUCK y'all been doin
But this what they want
I'd like to give a R.I.P., in advance
To all my enemies, die quick nigga!
[Lloyd Banks]
Straight outta Southside, crazy motherfucker named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dollar bankroll
Black 'Llac, with my outta state hoe
These niggaz talk gangsta but really ain't though (no!)
I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow
I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro
Fuck the police, with a HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16 (yeah)
I'm ridin dirty but the Bent' pimp clean (yeah)
It got a body like I feed it Creatine
My birthstones are diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louie the 13 (boy!)
[Interlude: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, y'all motherfuckers shot my momma crib up
My sister, my niece in there
I'm gettin y'all niggaz hit for $500
I'ma be in London motherfucker
[Tony Yayo]
My name is Yayo, a crazy nigga don't play though
I hit your Planters peanut with the eight-oh
Al-Qaeda, expert murkin
When all my niggaz die they gon' have 80 virgins
In the 'burbs swervin, cause I'm drunk and I'm high
With that glock, that pump, that mac and fo'-five (break it down now!)
FUCK the police! They killed Shawn Bell (WHAT?)
FUCK the feds! I'll still deal fishscale (WHAT?)
Mini-Me niggaz wanna copy my style
But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's (I ain't lyin!)
Drop-top Phantom got him sick in his stomach
Brrrrrat!
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
These niggaz is weak son
Lookin like cookies 'n cream to me
God damn, a fly man, a heartbeat man
Niggaz know any of these niggaz can get it
[50 Cent]
Nigga this Boo-Boo, but you could call me 50
Fuck with me the police will have to get me
760-I, I ride, I'm a rider
Molotov I toss that, you on fire
Beef pop, I stop talkin and get quiet
And make the muzzle on the tec look like it's on fire
My shit jam and un-jam like I planned it
Like I was just takin a breather, I'm back blammin
I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry, with the cannon
You shootin back but you ain't hittin shit I'm still standin
When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic
Switch pistols, switch hands, switch targets hit your man
[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, nigga I'm straight outta Southside
I'm back on that gorilla shit, that cold-hearted killa shit
Nigga stunt with your mouth wide
We move around militant, we trained for some iller shit
Muh'fucker, Southside!
Piano Man lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent]
I'm a work of art
The ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah, ha ha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I move the ki's/keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man... call me the piano man...
Call me the piano man... call me the piano man
[Tony Yayo]
Cartier glasses, Cartier belt
Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else
Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia
Nigga want two birds and I'm servin ya
I'ma ball like Julius Irving, Iverson
Demandin I got the cannon in that two-door Phantom
Nigga hundred E-X shit, suicide do's
Get a top a low fade, now the body lookin hard
These snake ass niggaz is reptiles
'Til I shoot 'em up, fill 'em up with projectiles
Yay' got the best styles, Yay' got the best clothes
Yay' got the best weed, Yay' got the best hoes, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, uhh
Fresh out the rim shot, my wheels tick-tock
My steel six shots, the paint flip-flop
My charm trucky, that's why they wan' fuck me
Two-oh-seven McClaren, body like Buffy
Ol' head get rusty, and I'm a can of oil
If hip-hop do that, a hundred grand'll boil
We show up at your bougie event, get your body hung
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion
Then leave the party calm, on a Pepsi and Bacardi bomb
Bail ain't nothin, I make a Gotti bond
Magician, I could make a dollar flip
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
I'm rich than a muh'fucker ridin in the dirty-ass Phantom
We kill undercovers down here, we can't stand 'em
Fill up the door panels, and stuff the floorboards
I could fit a hundred in a Honda Accord
Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller
Hand of a hustler, I'm all about a dollar
E'rybody's a customer, nobody's a friend
Somebody gotta do it, anybody can win
If I, did it then I can, do it now
When we, get 'em in we just, ship 'em out
A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit and tie
Cartiers, you can tell that I
[Chorus]
Close To Me lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable, its-its the Unit
Whoop! Whoop! You know how we do it
Whoop! Whoop! I'll make you dance to it
Whoop! Whoop! Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call em pops
[Chorus-Lloyd Banks]
Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, Take a look at my garage
Make, Make we can a-menage
Me in the middle and your legs to the stars
[50 Cent]
I got that Bentley, that Ferrari, that Lambo lean
My car game crazy, I can't be seen
That Aston, Bugatti, the Range and the Rolls
Got me freakin off with some high class hoes
You know with me man anything goes
I'll have shorty in the telly workin all 3 holes
Jesus, I betcha won't believe this
Unless I letcha see this, she deepthroat my whole car
Now I'm thinkin this bitch is so hot
I gotta take her to my hood, let her blow my whole block
Yeah I just happen to be what she like
She say I'm special, I'm like, "Yeah babe you're right"
A lil Goose, a lil Patron tonight
I'll have the club lookin like a fuckin Zoo aight
New music, you can't confuse it
With the other cliques or groups, its the Unit
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Shorty came over, I told her, I can mold her
Turn her, to a rider, rollin, with a roller
Hold her, like a cobra, bone her, til she sober
Fold her, in positions til its hard to bend over
I'm a very special kind, I can't let you shine
These rappers out they mind, don't compare to me combined
If you look at my design, my Louie fittin fine
My jewelry might blind, I'ma walkin white line
You can't get on my level, that'll take a lifetime
And I got it at 25, take your lifetime
I don't care about crime as long as its not mine
I'ma be fine, I'm stronger than white lines(?)
If your girl ain't home, til the early morn
She's prolly with the G-Unit gettin in on
I told her she's Miss Right, so I can't be wrong
And we went at it all night long
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
From 1 to 10, baby girl off the Richter
But I ain't trickin, I ain't Eliot Spitzer
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
I'm in the club again, with them drugs again
Same club, same spot, same girls again
Girls comin in, and we poppin dem bottles
By 12 O'clock, we be poppin dem models
Yeah, Falsetto, the club go crazy like,"OOH! OOH! OOH! Baby!"
Okay, bottle Rozay, girlie seen the Porsche and her friend like,"Heyyy"
Girl jump in, watch me go 0 to 60
Take you to the Ritz, slide off your Miss Sixties
I know you heard of 50, I know you heard of Yay
I Steve Nash these hoes, pass them all day
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Its easy man, believe me man
This is the Unit, the Unit
This is how we do it
Banks, Yay, 50
Rider Pt. 2 lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
RRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!!!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
I'm on you, niggas, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
Put a dough out and roll out, the cream is off
Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war
I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more!
My door block an M16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, we galore
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
Yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin then stop worryin
The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
{?} kicks on, I stay in some eight shit
Niggas on some apeshit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
Casualties Of War lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner
[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw
Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town
Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
in front of the White House for all I care
I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Devil 'round the corner, corner
You So Tough lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Nigga you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in the pine box
Damn you's a hard motherfucker
You so tough
Tough until your punk ass hit
The 4 fifth kick, the Hechler spit
You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular
Fucked then beef, the president and senator
There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator
While you plottin on me, I'm 10 steps ahead of ya
Black 40 caliber I put a infrared on ya
Nigga I'm special, you mad cuz ya regular
Man I don't want your bitch, I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory, oh yeah I slept with her
No wonder she ain't mention you when I met with her
Mind on my cheddar, they'll remember me forever
The groundwork I put in made my lifestyle better..and better
I like the fuckin street, bright in the phantom lights
Montana light, two women in {?} lights, they round the planet twice
But I don't forget where I come from dum dum dum
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
For that china white I lay a nigga mama down
We can shoot it out like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white, you know I got that tan n brown
Automatic tre pound leave a nigga man down
Murder murder, homicide, real right niggas ride
Gangstas they never hide, thank God I'm still alive
My pocket look like theres cracks on me
My waist look like I got the MAC on me
These hoes on my dick I got that ass on me
You a RN: regular nigga that rap homey
I'm crack homey, I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass with dope money
C Back, Maybach, my shit two tone
Nigga run up on that, your ass a tombstone
I'm hood like a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em
[Hook]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9 for a hard nigga
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in the cell-block, they fallin' the shell shock
When I open your head with the banger
I cause a riot in the yard, make a mess in the mess hall
I got just blew trial and I ain't got nothin' left
Whats todays mathematics? shit ain't addin' up
Get knocked with 10 machine guns only get 12 months
Ooooh weee, don't talk to me, you talk to him, you talkin' to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they would've got me 10, or maybe 9
I said "How do you explain how homey breeeze?"
They said keep ya mouth shut or you eatin' the cheese
No Days Off lyrics - G-Unit
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
(I never liked these niggaz anyway)
(They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today)
Hey.. (Nobody gon' miss you anyway)
(No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day)
[50 Cent]
I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think somethin sweet when your head open
Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make it lead shower
You say your prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me
You don't like me then spray me
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I fall off, I rebound quick
Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin
German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen
How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed?
How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a nigga on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime
Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin
Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin
Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n
Look how the game change, bad for the system
Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame
The industry's punked out, we're not to blame
These niggaz been perpetratin so long
If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm
I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm
[Chorus]
T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) lyrics - G-Unit
You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
(T.O.S.) Night or daylight
It's hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
(T.O.S.) I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger
[50 Cent]
I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I won't get busy well nigga I, will
Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac route
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me
I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me
It's fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That nigga try to front, I'll give him the llama, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah (uhh)
Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from son
I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga playin ball and
Meanin everybody know me when I'm walkin through the mall and
I get hot, in the mornin and right before I'm performin
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin nigga
Don't be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and
Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut, dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat (terminated)
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Unit! Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Which gangsta want it? (WHAT?) Which rapper want it? (WHAT?)
Which trapper want it? My house is haunted
And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift
Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham (c'mon)
I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips (oh yeah!)
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit
[Chorus]
I Like The Way She Do It lyrics - G-Unit
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or its R.I.P
I'm stupid rich, got retarded money
I'm special ed , I got special bread
It's easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now
I fuck when I want, I do what I like
She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat
Its never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I need a dollar everytime that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
I'm in alley bibi, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy..dreamy
chump niggas fall in love with a bitch, patron and i think i fucked the blood outta chick
I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin'
10 Grand by the bar, Ma it ain't nothing
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it
She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
you look as good as a check
And when your naked, I'm ready to fuck
A little head in the truck
If her tounge game good, i'ma let her come up
And when the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I'm with the G-Unit,
Nigga you not ballin on the G2 jet
however do you want it
however do you need d, O.P.E. on the fuckin cd, its me
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
[Verse 4 - Young Buck]
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... Three, two, one
Yea right now
You got skills in them high heels
When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out tonight depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
and I ain't got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it
I'm all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at, like that
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
Kitty Kat lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo
Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe!
[Chorus: woman]
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[Tony Yayo:] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[50 Cent:] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that
[Tony Yayo]
Big boy Bentley, big boy semi
Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies
I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you
I need six pockets like a pool table
These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin
They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision
Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags
Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab
Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood?
Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood"
I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic
Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
She got what I want, want (uh-huh)
She got what I need, need (that's right)
She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah)
Bitch hand me my weed, weed... [growls]
I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto
On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal
I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT
I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT
I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with
They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid
I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich"
My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch
Like, get in get in! You and your friend
He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again
ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train
50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh?
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid
A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib
Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores
My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors
Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze
You got a V-12? I got 12 V's
It's only so many months, you do the math
I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me
Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin
And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin
You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em
If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen
[Chorus]
Party Ain't Over lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
[Tony Yayo]
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not ill!"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin
I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast wit'cha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music
[Young Buck]
Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
[Chorus]
Let It Go lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Mavado)
[ad libs for first 10 seconds]
(LET, IT, GO!)
[Mavado]
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, GO!)
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, IT, GO!)
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, yeah, uhh, G-G-G-G you know!
Uhh.. the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy
Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me
These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies
Play me I'm arm crazy, I'm Tom Brady
Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin up off the jet
A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin him in his neck
One big remix, and she'll be on my penis
If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest
9-millimeters in the bars and arenas
If you hood then you seen us, with wood in the Beamers
I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas
When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us
(LET, IT, GO!)
[Interlude: Mavado]
When we pressed to go, body restin up
They wan' mop up all that blood, but he's testin us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose {?} they testin oh (LET, GO!)
[Chorus: Mavado]
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Don't fuck around and start some fight
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah! (LET, IT, GO!)
I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin hard
Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard
I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius
The mac'll turn your back into "Kill Bill" arenas
I'm - criminal minded - you've been blinded
Feds lookin for my bricks but can't find it
Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber
My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors
Bein broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar
I learned that, in the Maybach, with Fif' and Mayweather
Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather
My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather (LET, IT, GO!)
[Interlude - 2X]
[Chorus]
[Mavado]
I want to dance
IIIII'm, reachin up and, huh
Get Down lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Swizz Beatz)
[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's the Unit!
Yeah (showtime) Swizz!
OHH! (M, C) Wooooo!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I run the show! No ifs, ands or buts about it
Me fall off? Listen homeboy, I doubt it
Me? I gets down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
I get down, I get down down down
[50 Cent]
I spit it how I live it man they love it when I talk shit
Not three, not two, I'm number one on the chart bitch (yeah)
Drama get to poppin even when I don't start shit
I turn around there's only two shells left in the cartridge
My homies dumb out, my homies dumb out
Find out what they 'bout, when the guns come out
I got a shitty attitude cause I come from the bullshit
Got the ammo on me now, nigga front I'ma pull this
[Tony Yayo]
In the hood, you rat you die
In the hood if you rap you die
I'm out the hood gettin fat and high
Private jet, it's time to fly
Got the Roley with the bezzy gettin head in Dubai
And my wolves come out when the moon comes up
Before we take a hit, we roll that buddah
Hydro and hash take me to the moon Alice
I got bad aim but the fiends on the rats, YEAH!
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Baby we'll get lotto from Murcielago
I race in my driveway; motherfuck the highway
Niggaz talk money just not around me
I get the cheddar, ask Swizz, I blow the parmesan cheese
Like it really means nothin, cause it really means nothin
I'm not what you used to, I'm really not frontin
Tell the shorties I ain't got time to talk, I'm trickin
I want what I want, and what I want I'm gettin
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, forty thou' earlobe, 40-cal gripper
That'll make a girl out the "Green Mile" nigga
In the street rapper, industry bully
It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh)
I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades
I swim in dime pussy, piss Rose
Unit rider, my clique don't play
I got a pocket full of green now my wrists all gleam
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
You know if God bless the child with so much swag
Now what am I supposed to do with all this cash?
Seats less pussy got, all that ass
Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad
AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we
They don't know how to rock the spot like me
Smell like I just got out a brand new V
My black ass fresh up out of Bentley C's
Work with me lil' mama, let's get it
Wan' take you down to the flo', shorty I'm wit it
I'm on that shit, we on that shit
I ain't on that rubber grip, nah nigga don't trip
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz]
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Wind it up (wooo!)
Hit the flo', flo' (wooo!)
That flo', flo' (wooo!)
I Don't Wanna Talk About It lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent]
I don't wan' talk about it (50)
Man I don't wanna talk about it (nah)
Man I don't wan' talk about it (yeah)
And I don't wanna talk about it (wooo-oooh!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I make millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't wan' talk about it
Nah I don't wanna talk about it
[50 Cent]
These niggaz police
Go 'head, ask me what I'm riding in so I can say the Enzo
My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow
Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk
Bitches with me cruising, Moulin Rouge and
They fucking and they strippin nigga, I ain't even trippin nigga
Me I handle business; God's my only witness
Watchin homicide, saying "Who the fuck did this?"
Me I run the street mayne, so I keep the heat mayne
Sews what you reap, when you fuck with the elite mayne
I don't fuck around boy; you better ask around boy
I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground
For, you poppin that bullshit, like I don't pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, sticking shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (wooo-oooh!)
And I don't wanna talk about it (OHH!)
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the kid nigga, yeah
Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face (yeah!)
Forty-five, my belt got the big eights
Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar
For grimy niggaz trying to line me like {?} preacher
You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg
With Mandela nephew blowing heavy herb
Then back to the projects, low from the task force
The dope spot's selling more shit than Scott Storch
I'm tired of these pricks, lying 'bout bricks
Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick
Fly in the '60 U.F.O.
Unidentified flying object on twenty-fo's
More money more hoes, more money more clothes
Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro (yeah)
I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows
And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes (OHH!)
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Nah, uhh
B-A, N-K, S-5, 5-oh
Or 6-8, M-G, tinted with my eyes low
Homie I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow
You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe
Loiue V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley seat
And weekends are the chills, I'm gonna fuck her 'til she empty
Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck
Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I ain't them I'm different baby, I talk, you listen baby
Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you
I'll put you in my old school, and let you pop the switch
Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin shit
I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip
When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip
I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff
Bye-bye, you fucking bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich
You a snitch!
[Chorus]
Ready Or Not lyrics - G-Unit
[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV
Ecstasy especially out the GT
You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too
Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew
These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer
And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya
I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya
Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola
Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims
Why say somethin about my name?
Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane
I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain
If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein
You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain
There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on
Here it comes, ready or not
Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone
Keep it cocked - and ready to pop
The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born
Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome
Here it comes - ready or not
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
My little shooter's 16 from the projects
Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex
I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant
You? You live life like a barbaric peasant
Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet
Fuck the pigs on the street
They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers
get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz
You die if it's rated R
If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar
R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo
They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo
These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle
of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto
These rappers ain't kings, they pawns
And got dust bunnies on they guns
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I think God spent a lil' extra time on me
Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see
I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy
I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money
My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me
And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny
My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban
Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him
I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin
So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban
If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin
Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him
Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin
That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him
[Chorus]
Money Makes The World Go Round lyrics - G-Unit
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make the world go round
Down South, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Some people want nothin out of life
And some people want it all
Some people ain't livin life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga rich but I'm livin like a rebel
Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level
I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin alive was no jive
Standin on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
Run nigga, run nigga, here they come nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins (yeah!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go round so get yours
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for the dollar
Enough bills'll make your blood spill
Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill
I'm one man, but I own more than one steel
Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'ma do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo'
[Chorus - 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
A-T-L, money make the world go round
Ca$hville, money make the world go round
N.C., money make the world go round
Bad News, money make the world go round
I love that money, I need that money
It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry
It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge
It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib
It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me
It gives me, seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee
It made me rich, it made me change
I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things
You got me haters, you got me drama
You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas
You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners
When somebody dies, you gotta pay the moroners, moroners
[Chorus - 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
Chi-Town, money make the world go round
Oakland, money make the world go round
Texas, money make the world go round
Detroit, money make the world go round
Bed-Stuy, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Harlem, money make the world go round
B-X, money make the world go round
Staten Island, money make the world go round
Long Island, money make the world go round
Rhode Island, money make the world go round
Maryland, money make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
Baltimore, money make the world go round
Little Rock, money make the world go round
Minnesota, money make the world go round
Arizona, money make the world go round
Louisiana, money make the world... [fades out]
Chase Da Cat lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Young Buck)
[50 Cent:]
Yeah... yeah...
Shawty shake that thing, I said shake that thing
Girl you know, I like the way you move it
Ain't shit change, same clique, same gang
Girl you know, you're rockin with the Unit
When we hit the flo', girl you already know
How we do it, do it, do it
When the hits come on, if my clique ain't gone
We gon' do the same two-step to it
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
[Tony Yayo:]
She ain't the same girl she was when she was 16 (16)
She want her tummy tuck (tummy tuck) she want her breasts reduc' (breasts reduc')
She ain't sexy (sexy) but she like to fuck (like to fuck)
And she like to fuck (like to fuck) and she like to fuck (like to fuck)
Yeah - my stunt's so shocking to see
Pull up at the light and drop the GT (C'MON!)
I know you heard me on the radio {"True!"}
I know you seen me on the video {"True!"}
She want drinkin Cristal, you still drinkin Mo-ey?
Yo' bitch bag Louie? My bitch bag Chloe
I got rubber band tires on the Rovey man
And a see-through wrist on a Roley band (BLING!)
[50 Cent:]
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah... yeah, quarter mil' automobile
Woodgrain wheel when I wanna go chill
Rubber grip feel on the bottom of the steel
I'ma ball and champagne bottles gon' spill, for real
Shorty shake her ass like a stripper
But she all bones, I like mine thicker
I ain't your ordinary hot rhyme nigga
I'm a top dime nigga, pop dime nigga
Radio play, Hot 9 nigga
They buyin big chains so I got mine bigger
I get it, but no gifts get bought
I only cum inside the lips that talk
[50 Cent:]
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
[Young Buck:]
Shawty I don't chase it or taste it (nah)
But I will Louie Vuitton a bitch with the matchin bracelet (yeah)
Time is money so don't waste it
I really didn't cum that quick, I faked it (ha ha!)
Baby I'm patient, no discrimination
Blacks and the Asians, even Caucasians (yeah!)
Got 'em all shakin, money I'm makin
One of y'all taken, my hotel vacant (AY!)
She knew I had cake when the lights hit the ice (what?)
Let's go get right, tell your girls good night (ha ha!)
You know just what I like, you can ride my bike (c'mon)
Just hold on the handlebars; and handle y'alls (aight?)
[50 Cent:]
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Shawty youuuuu know I want that cat
Drop it, now pick it up, drop it, work that back
Hustle, now hurry, now shawty make that stack
Girl work it out, work it out
Like A Dog lyrics - G-Unit
It's the Unit
You gotta know how we do it
I Put the seat back when we rolling
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucking thing
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
A nigga try smoke me
I'm gone smoke him
When I say I'm all in
I mean I'm all in
Nigga you blink shell cases just fall in
You fucking with the police?
Well you better call em'
Cause I'm a reload my shit
And come right back
You know different day
Same shit with the same strap
Me I gotta get it
I gotta get my bread
I pin a bitch a freak
Huh, She got to give me head
I got a reputation
I stay with the burner
I call it putting work in
The D's call it murder
So half and half with my cold D
We only got one pill
It's one pistol, one target, one shot, one kill
I Put the seat back when we rolling
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucking thing
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
I'm a beast, (boss), gangster, goon
Grab my knife, my gun, my vest
It's on
Lay a nigga on his lawn
Versace style
Got my 44 alone in my Versace now
Hold my foot kilos
Switch cars trying to b-low
I touch more Dior
Then got a line away
I shooting windows, doors and parked cars
80 grand on your head, OH God
Tripod in the arnarge
It's so hard
I can charge it on the gold card or black card
I'm a be in Italy when they pop your noodles
Nigga 7 star shit eating lobster strudels
I Put the seat back when we rolling
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucking thing
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Hopping out of something foreign
Bumping oreen
I'm B, I'm not the one for sparing
I'll gun your car in
Watch the game at the garden
Next to Martin
Here to spite me barking, he's sleep walking
I'm hollow tilting, Champagne bottles open
Chronic smoking
Even the models groping
My pockets pocking
The games sick, I'm the potion
I be proofing
And I flow like the ocean
Machines make movies
You can be the poster
You're Over
I'll tell the media your mediocre
I push your big body
You're riding in the mini-vans
I fuck like Will
And smoke like the Indians
I Put the seat back when we rolling
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucking thing
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
The Mechanic lyrics - 50 Cent (feat. Tony Yayo)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Niggas trying to front? We move on them
One up 'side the waist, squeeze the Ruge on them
Next day we outside like who want it?
Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them
Yeah, niggas want to front? We move on them
Go through that block they pump, wave that Uzi at them
Next day we in the hoopties looking for them
Niggas think something is sweet until we move on them
[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, Niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
With a hard head; a nigga head open, he soft
I provide these services, we breaking them off
I'm a familiar face from the land of the lost
I used to be a worker bee, now a nigga a boss
It's like every now and then I'm back to being a Mechanic
I split a nigga head, I'm a grease monkey with it
My Momma told me "Baby Boy, the Lord going to bless us"
The dope bought us shit the food stamps couldn't get us
Man, they don't understand, we were just trying to make it
But where I'm from if you want shit, you got to take it
I'm a Trojan of War, I get it done like Achilles
My Tre pound will cut a nigga down on the str-id-eets (streets)
I never had drama with Spics, Jews, or Guineas
But once over a bitch a nigga tried to kill me
I was coming out his projects, I let off the semi
You asking about Nedgme, they know me
[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
We don't play that pussy shit, we move on them
We put that work in, nigga, we move on them
Shorty, I know you ain't scared. We move on them
Here, the hammer right here. Now move on them
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggas is loose, I grab the cig and tighten niggas up
I lost my path in the dark, I'm lighting niggas up
I'm the school yard with your kid playing dodge ball
Then out come the hammer, can shorty dodge those?
I got a few screws missing, maybe even a bolt
A few shooters with me, down to go for the fall
I say "Get'em!" they get to killing like I'm running the court
Then get down with these around. The hulks in your throat
This is not amateur night and this ain't the Apollo
Ain't nothing saying the sun is coming out tomorrow
Your arm is broke and the promise of Death is coming
So if you want for me that homicide, I'm gunning
[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Money buys guns, paranoia comes
When the drama comes, go ahead pussy run
Friends turned foes, Daddy girl's turn hoes
In the penitentiary hearts turn cold
Some turn snitch for State's evidence
While the big boys with the blow keep getting rich
When the drama comes they way they don't fucking panic
They hop on the phone quick to holler at mechanics
[Hook: 50 Cent & (Tony Yayo)]
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic, I use the hammer to fix shit
I be on that sick shit, I come through to spit clips
(Called the mechanic, niggas on that snitch shit
Talking that slick shit)
I know how to fix this
I'm the Mechanic
I'm Leavin' lyrics - G-Unit
I'm leavin, on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nina where that money at
See me I found that remedy to stop from telling
I'll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon
See me I gets busy, front and it's a wrizzy
I move with the Semis, zip zip through the city
The law can't get me, the Lord gotta get me
I make shit hot, then lay low till it fizzy
You think you know Fiddy?! You don't know Fiddy!
In a S-5 fiddy, the fo' fo' with me
My man Yayizzy stay off the hizzy
Sell fiends whizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy (OH!)
Your man Joey Crack, I told him before
He don't want it with me, YOU PUSSY FAT BOY!
You wanna go to war? Ok Ok I'll go to war?!
Catch ya slippin put ya put ya brains on the floor
I'm leavin, on the next plane
D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine
Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin
Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne
I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nina where that money at
See me I found that remedy to stop from telling
I'll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon
Look! The television caters to pop, not violent hits (Yeah!)
The Unit ain't fall off it's all politics (WE THE BEST!)
Niggas don't throw rights they throw hollow tips
And they don't wanna get married they want model chicks (TELL 'EM BANKS!)
Sex, liquor and dough, bottle piff
Fuck buyin the Phantom, I'll just borrowed Fif's
Yesterday's that is tomorrow's this
From a land and a hill to a Colorado cliff
Nigga you violate me I'm sendin' you to God
I'm no peacemaker, that's my jeweler's job (FUCK THAT!)
I spit it how I live it nigga you the fraud!
Put my weight on your back you wouldn't move the yard
I'm leavin, on the next plane
D's ran up in my crib and found cocaine
Fingerprints on the hammers and heroin
Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne
I'm a Southside nigga you could find me where the money at
Find me in your crib with the nina where that money at
See me I found that remedy to stop from telling
I'll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon
Yeah! Aiyyo! Touch one of mine, I'll touch one of yours
Send us to the hospital, I'll send yours to the morgue
I'm like Jesus to the hood, and God to the industry
All 50's enemies are all of my enemies (WOOOOOOOO!)
I'm a smoker O.G. kush in the jar
Drop the top on the Lamb place the poker with car
Glock automatic yo, bitch got a fatty yo
Fourteen bricks, Pablo killin Fabio
I'm tryin to put 700's they didn't made them yet
Yep! They got 'em now baby, the F-700's crazy!
Why buy the refrigerator doors
I blend up the D and cook up the hard
I'm leavin, on the next plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Yeah! I watched Rap City!
I see this fat nigga Joe up there frontin
Don't nobody like this nigga's shit, this nigga's wack son!
That nigga J. Holiday is the new nigga, and he's makin the shit hot!
Niggas really don't wanna hear your fatass nigga!
Shit is wack son! Tell ya straight up nigga!
And I'm easy to find nigga!
You can't find me, look in the motherfuckin Yellow Pages!
I'm right across the street from Madison Square Garden
Everybody come there for a motherfuckin interview!
Everybody come and talk to me when they need to take a meetin!
WHY YOU CAN'T FIND ME?! HUH!?
HARD TO FIND A NIGGA THAT YOU KNOW GOT A GUN!?
RIGHT?! HARD TO FIND A NIGGA THAT YOU KNOW RIDIN 'ROUND IN BULLETPROOF SHIT!
HARD TO FIND NIGGA HUH?!
WELL, NOW YOU GOT MY UNDIVIDED INDIVIDUAL ATTENTION!
I'm ON YOUR ASS NOW!
Rider 4 Real lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
RRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip
[Young Buck:]
Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
I'm on you, niggas, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head
[50 Cent:]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
I pull the dough out, and roll out, the cream azure
The fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the keys of war
I'm hot - five hundred degress or more!
My door block an M16 or more
I'm in the store coppin shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, green galore
[Tony Yayo:]
Yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin then stop worryin
The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
Her made kicks on, I stay in some eight shit
Niggas on some apeshit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip
[50 Cent:]
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head
Bottom Girl lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
This is! (This is!) 50 (50) This is the Unit! The G-G-G-Unit
It feels good, I mean real good
It's like the beginning man, WOOOOOOO WEEEEEEEEEEE!
Baby I put my teflon on I'll be your knight in shinnin armor (YEAH!)
It's five hundred horses in the land of the llama
My pockets all chunky my jewels all chunky
Your ass all chunky it stands like a donkey (AHHHHHHHHHH!)
I want you like you want me you like me alot?
Now follow my instructions I'll take you to the top
I'm a drill it in your head get the bread get the bread
Your fuckin with the kid lick the balls get the head
Uh oh! I can be your motivation baby
You can be my first and leading lady
Now I want you happy that you waited, for me to put you down
(You should be happy girl!)
Uh oh! I'm pimpin and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm heavy in the game look I don't play bitch
All the other girls are money makin, but you know who you are
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
[Tony Yayo (50 Cent):]
I'll blow the back out, so she love the kid (YEAH!)
I jump bail and I lay up at her mama crib
She my bottom bitch, I put her through alot of shit (I know!)
The passport fraud, the gun cases smackin shit (WOOOO!)
I'm in the Ritz y'all I got the Cris y'all
Monte Cristo, with my new ho
I'm gettin new dough, I'm gettin new money
I love my bottom bitch, cause she'll shoot for me (HEY!)
[50 Cent:]
Uh oh! I can be your motivation baby
You can be my first and leading lady
Now I want you happy that you waited, for me to put you down
(You should be happy girl!)
Uh oh! I'm pimpin and I'm not afraid to say it
I'm heavy in the game look I don't play bitch
All the other girls are money makin, but you know who you are
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent):]
Yeah, I ain't somethin like the mack I'm better
Baby girl wouldn't leave if I let het (What you say!)
Go getta, I told her when I met her
That I ain't 'gon sweat her, let the welfare get her (AHHHHHHHHH!)
Cause I'm a move on, I'm a cool don (YEAH!)
LL Cool Chris, miracle whips (What!)
It's tracks for the track or whatever you flip
And I ain't on no lovey dove shit (AS WE PROCEED!)
[50 Cent:]
Your my boooooottom girl (TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED)
Your the one, I put the rock on
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for (It's the incredible!)
Your my boooooottom girl (THE INVINCIBLE)
Your the one, I put the rock on (UNIT!)
Your my boooooottom girl
Your the one I'll do anything for
Please, listen to my demo
Please, please, please listen to my demo
Please, listen to my demo
Please, please, please listen to my demo
Yeah! Do it for free me, download it!
Thisis50.com
Paper Chaser lyrics - G-Unit
Its 50 man its easy when you fuck with me man
You don't believe me you ask banks you ask yayo
The first thing they goin say is
I got money and lots of jewels and fancy cars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Why must I be like dat
Why must I chase a stack
I got to get mo money
I think big I think bread
Matter of fact I think big bread kid
I'm on dat g5 50 fuck the jet blue shit
I get first class ass what you know about dis
Back shots in back of maybachs the seat back kid
I got deep in dat kitty cat I did I did
With the lionel richie playin
Its easy like sunday mornin
You should hear the type of g a nigga
Spit when I'm on it
I'm like more money got to give it to me baby
I need more money got to give it to me girl girl
I got money and lots of jewels and fancy cars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Check me out uh
I smell like money baby
Look how the cameras flick
My hit game is insane can you handle it
I left a mark from here to los angeles
My neck wrist glamerous my breakfast canabis
I ain't dese washed up niggas I'm the new thang
They couldn't catch me
With a knot in my shoe string
And while were on the subject
Check out my shoe game there's four g's on em
I cross seas on em
I'm alergic to snitches I might sneeze on em
Put cheese on em make everybody squeeze on em
The white sheets on em dirt and leaves on em
Concrete on em you concreep on em
I got money and lots of jewels and fancy cars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Herme cologne herme soles herme hat herme coat
Gucci glasses cartier belt
Purple tag shirt leatherful vest
Homie prada's match that nigga now I'm dressed
Got 5 on my feet 40 on ma neck
20 on ma wrist 10 on my pinky
That's the right pinky but the left pink
Gimmie freaky freaky girls like pinky
My money long I can get rambo touched
I'm in that 2010 lambo truck
Doors up rims high these niggas gon' die
I bullet proof my vehicles anytime they try... yeah
I got money and lots of jewels and fancy cars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
Paid my dues and now I cruise with movie stars
The bitches fuck with me 'cause I'm a paper chaser
I'm 'Bout That lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
I'm in the hood man...
I'm in the hood all the time man; fo' real son
I come back from a tour... I come through, you kno'msayin'?
I switch up, I've got mad cars and shit like dat. (HAHA)
But niggas, niggas look at that Suburban like...
Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son!
Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof!
Shoot a big gun, that's should be like: "ping, ping!"
[50 Cent:]
Easy man!
Niggas better be easy, man. {Whoooooo!}
Come around man, this niggas speak, man
Actin' like I ain't 'bout that
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {OOH!}
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! [*2 shots*] {DAMN!}
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {Whoooo!}
Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*gunshot*] {DAMN!}
Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [*shot*] {OOH!}
Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent!} [*gunshot*]
[Tony Yayo:]
Ayo! - Four door Porsh' comin' out in 2-0-9
Thanks to Curits Jackson, I've already got mine, I shine! (Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhhhh!)
Yay's still livin' the crime route
Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time out. {DAMN!} [*explode*]
I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!)
My fiends going to the rehab like Winehouse
You know I got my shine's out love they way the wezzey look
Rob cop dezzey hype your runnin like Reggie Bush. (BRING IT DOWN DOWN!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooo}
Money green anit got these in the US (what else?) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
600 Euros! - I cop these in Paris. (yeeeah!)
Back from Japan look from the D-Van (uh-huh!)
Jump in the booth turn into E man. (uh-huuuh!) {LET'S GO!}
Go to the strip go to the D man (uh-huuuh!)
Find some hoes in the club turn to the E man. [*scream*]
Smoke more weed than the damn weed man [*sniff*]
More durgs more guns - I'm D, man! (YEEEEAH!) [*gunshot*]
[50 Cent:]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! [*shot*]
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*2 shots*]
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [*gunshot*] {Whooooo!}
Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {DAMN!}
Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [*2 shots*] {OOH!}
Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent!} [*gunshot*]
[Lloyd Bank$:]
Hey! - I'm that nigga (yeah!) - on Yack liquor, (yeah!)
Stack flipper - Cadillac whipper. (uh!)
Automatic gripper 500 hundred dolla slippa (uh-huh!)
So I smoke like Boundy - so I'm comin' by the zipper (uuuuuuuuuh ooooooohhhhhh!) [*gunshot*]
Nigga {Whoooo!} - I climb like up the parkin lot, party stop! (uh!)
30 deep, Bentleys Lambo', Ferrari guap. (yeah!)
Niggas act like they family till sombody shot (yeah!)
Bodies drop niggas tell skip town like they livin' in a cell [*shot*] {OOH!}
See me out inna bout the chrome is with' me (yeah!)
Before I give up my chain I'm rollin' kidney. (yeah!)
I'm so cripsy - out in Sydney (uh-huh!)
Stampeed the rececption they give me. (whooo!) [*explode*] {HAHA!}
7-60 - you try to play meeee
The blood will flow faster than the OJ. (crazy!) {LLOYD BANK$!}
Bank$! - You never seen a legend on wheels (uh-'uuuh!)
No, not that accura the man with the mills - I'll!
[50 Cent:]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {Whoooo!}
Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*gunshot*] {DAMN!}
Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [*2 shots*] {OOH!}
Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent!}
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! - I'm 'bout it, 'bout it!
I push the coupey you see in books a crowd around it
Lows drop 'til they y'all like a yellow yacht - sun gleemin'
.40-Glock - right here cock it in suns schemin'. [*gunshot*] {Whoooooo!}
I ain't the vison of the fans shit, Marshall whips with big wheels
Bad bitches on big hills and Lugosi eatin' the big deals
I'm careful with pussy, pussy, cause pussy that shit kill
What your life like? - My is like a rollercoster. [*scream*]
Life around the toster, poppin off, I brouch you
On that bullshit, I flip quick! - Let off of a full clip
It's the no one, when they saw 'em. [*gunshot*] - I don't give a fuck! {DAAAAMN!}
If I'm right and if I'm wrong - we hit 'em and we gone! {50 Cent!}
Leave a nigga on it, it's long - early in the morn'
We up with the birds, to put it in word is born
Give it a set dress! - We can write we rest
Put a hole in his chest, my niggas do it the best! [*2 shots*]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*shot*] {OOH!}
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! [*gunshot*] {Whoooo!}
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [*2 shots*] {DAMN!}
Ridin' witta full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [*shot*]
Front on me, get away, I doubt that! [*shot*]
Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent!} [*gunshot*]
Whoooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Damn! G-Unit Radio, G-Unit Staturdays!
Go cop "T*O*S" and "Blood In The Sand" game and you know what go cop!
50x50 book too!
Man know what I'm 'bout that...
Ha!
DJ Whoo Kid!
Fat Joe I've got yo' baby!
Daaaaaaaaammn!
FUCK FAT JOE!
Be Good To Me lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
You gotta love it
(You got to be good to me)
Yea you gotta figure out how to make me feel special
(I'm going be good to you)
And I'll be good to you
I'll treat you how you need to be treated
(You got to be good to me)
You got to be all I need you to be baby
(I'm going be good to you)
And I'll make you feel like OHH MY God
I'm a 360 nigga, 730 all the way dirty
I got that burner on me now, you heard me
Tasted the good life twice, rap and shooting dice
Hell naw, I ain't put my head between her legs
Smelled like a philly wood grain
Bitch I'm balling, in a Bentley continental see bitch I'm hauling
You got to want to win like I want to win and do things my way
If not I'll put your ass out on the highway
I'm a bad judge of character, I know that shit
Man time don't fly when you fuck with the wrong bitch
I mean damn why you come to me bitch
What you want from me bitch
You're like the boogey man, your haunting me bitch
I give you money, you spend that, and come back
Like you need a new stack
I'm puzzled now, how the fuck you blow that
You got a nigga on the side, well you should have him full time
Go fuck up his shit instead of mine
Go get, punk bitch
(You got to be good to me)
I don't need you round here, no way
A mufuckin headache, you understand what I'm saying
(I'm going be good to you)
Look my motherfucking head hurts right now cause of your punk ass
Bitch, why don't you find something constructive to do
(You got to be good to me)
You know, KILL YOUSELF
G-Go on kill yourself
(I'm going be good to you)
Go on to the bathroom, open the cabinet, and eat the pills
[Lloyd Banks:]
She loves you when your paper thick
It looks like your making it
In and out the town fresh, Audi R8'ing it
Freak fest, south beach, mardi gras taping it
In the club balling on my party hard take and shit
V.I.P.'ing on her, you ain't even got a place to sit
Smoking piff, you'll cough, every time you take a hit
Well mama got me stuck, look how she shake her hip
She ain't used to this shit but I'm a make it fit
She wants a sex drive, she wants a new one
I'll do you one better, I won't cum 'til you cum
A joint account'll turn one bum to two bums
Dealing with a chick that can't even walk and chew gum
Money don't solve the problems, it prolongs it
You don't want things to get better, you just want shit
Ain't nobody happy bout me and you, they all sick
Bitch you had swagger, but mine reinforced it
Everything you had lost it
[50 Cent:]
Man, you should be happy you got rid of that bitch man
(You got to be good to me)
She wasn't even worth the shoes she walked out in
(I'm going be good to you)
I know you want the mufucking shoes back
Them mufuckers were hot man
I ain't going to front
Fin' tell my bitch
(You got to be good to me)
"Man you need to get you a pair of those shoes man, Banks said those things looking good"
(I'm going be good to you)
I'm a real nigga, Tonys that bitch nigga, how much money you got nigga
[Tony Yayo:]
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's super nigga
With 5 acres and a mule and the coupe is bigger
You gone trip on that ho, you a stupid nigga
I'm a P.I.M.P. not cupid nigga
Ho pimping all day bitch, this ain't a hobby
My name Tony, not Paul McCartney
I'm in a 7 star suite, Dutchin' my haze
Remote in my hand, model bitch on my mate
Baby girl want Chloe and Fende spars
She wants to fly to L.A. and live like a star
She wants to eat lobster and caviar
But we eat Burger King and we fuck in the car
I'll be far from your friend and your lover
I hit a bitch off, drop her off, and burn rubber
Pull out the rubber, can't get a dime, it's bad enough Uncle Sam trying to take mine
Shiiiiiiitttttttt
[50 Cent:]
Damn nigga, a bitch can't even get a pair of shoes
(You got to be good to me)
Man you ain't going to be able to keep no bitch like that man
(I'm going be good to you)
I'll tell you, I started out the same way
I mean even in the projects
(You got to be good to me)
Bitch didn't pay attention for all that
Know what I'm talking about
(I'm going be good to you)
I started out like that too
Now I buy 'em whatever they want
Haha
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