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