Ballin' lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook - 50 Cent:]
Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin'
To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me
I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'
You know I got to keep ballin'
Till the FEDs come we ballin' out
Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin'
That stash house, we in and out
We ballin', ballin', ballin', we shot callin'
[Tony Yayo:]
Versace down from my head to my neck
Pootie Tang with the belt game, show some respect
All these bitches on my dick, same, old shit
R.I.P. to Pimp C, I'm the same, old pimp
Fly over seven different time zones
I got a big booty bitch up in shroom zone
Got emergency blunts when I come home
Cause if rap or weed I'll have your lungs gone
Yeah, Malibu beaches, unlaced bikini bottoms
Mo' money, mo' problems, fo' fo' will solve 'em
Just every day I'm with a stank sip, 30 in the clip
Riding through that Gaza Strip, kill a nigga quick
Hit a nigga with my race car, Tony Yayo turn to Tony Stewart
Rap niggas die over music
[Young Buck:]
Just got this brand, new chopper and I'm dying to use it
Dry snitching niggas testifying in their music
I seen niggas last five minutes then they lose it
Wrap the sheet around his neck, he said, "this time I couldn't do it"
A platinum nigga in the penitentiary going, "do it"
Put Prada on the prison yard, started getting to it
Two zero's, six, six, nine, 'o seven five
That's the number that they gave me when I arrived
It's just another form of slavery that's in disguise
To all my niggas locked up just trying to survive, I know why
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
I'm yelling money over bitches, money over everything
Money got me everything, every watch, every chain
Every brick, every whip, kicks with designer names
I used to hustle Texas whose child I can claim
Paid all my mama's bills so how can she complain?
Call my bitches dimes, I treat 'em like loose change
Call me Brian in the clutch, ballin' with my English brain
No love, got it out the mud, my shirt ain't got a stain
Iced out Rollie, three fingers reppin' Rida Gang
Entire streets in the streets so them hoes know I came
[Lloyd Banks:]
Ballin' on these hoes all the time
You got your kids, don't need mine
Word to my favorite design, my mama raised me to shine
These C-notes play in my mind, they on rewind
I am top five alive, I've been picked out by God
I'm never not on my job, too hard to argue that
Shining my records like, "where's my target at?"
Came through your stereo, feel me charging back
I owe you 15 bums for that
Stains in the garden, hate when they all go black
Cracks in the armor, this reach further than rap
Before we start react, mob attack
Stacks or don't call me, rain down 'til nobody standing
Won't show no snipe for your army
[Hook]
I'm Grown lyrics - G-Unit
[50 Cent:]
Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals
Niggas ain't on it like I'm on it, I own shit
I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls
I'm a pimp, bitch, I own hoes
I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans
I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers
I do what the fuck I want to
I'm grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit
I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
Rich nigga, six figures
I double up every flip, my stash bigger
Plane hoppin', globetrottin'
A nigga blow a little paper when it's time to move
Fuck old money for the new money
No tellin' what a real nigga gon' do
[Hook - Young Buck:]
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown
[Young Buck:]
I'm on straight Remy, no chaser
Wanna smoke, but I'm still on paper
I mix purp' and yellow like a Laker
Headed to the moon and I just might take ya
Split my blunt with a little bitty razor
While this thick bitch just twerk on the table
I talk big nips, look like Fantasia
She ready, willin' and able
Just got a piercing in her navel
Walking nine to five and she staying
She say she flying down to my city
Cause she got a birthday coming in April
We ain't got no kind of commitment
Why you worried 'bout if I'm hitting it?
Don't worry about how I'm getting it
Stay the fuck up out of my business
[Hook]
[Lloyd Banks:]
No more stressin', I'm VVS'in', ballin' lessons on DVD
Pay per view shit, making moves since 2'03, can't see me free
That love gon' get you like BDP, PSA: I'mma be okay, I'm the iron G
Fix flash and I'm a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of y'all
Trouble can't ignore me, I was born to ball
Fuck is up? I'm one of one, I need a custom cut
Hear the summer come, I want the number one
Bitch, walk in with a freak behind me
Shades damn near to the sticks, Gianni
Too nights and no repeating, mami
I'm guttered up, my streets define me
I drop your ass to the floor, here to be more
Rob me I'll make a detour, robbery how I get to her
Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder
Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover
Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder
Bullshitting how? Show you my pimping diploma
[Hook]
[Kidd Kidd:]
Brought an Audemar for when times was hard
Nine calls for the nine walls
Mardi Gras, take your top off
I'm a nasty nigga, might slide and roll
Fly your girl out to Miami
Sent her back home like they done LeBron
I ain't tripping if you ain't tripping, party hard 'till he calls the law
Got my own house so I can throw you out
I got my own blood so I ain't putting it out
This is my car and I can smoke it out
Got my own money and like four accounts
Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out
Got my own shooters and they scoping out
Bought my bitch an ass, now it's poking out
If she throw it back then I'mma throw her out
My condo money don't fold out, wild all out
Hoes out, let's roll out, funeral when I go south
Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I don't know about
I never changed, I'm so South, big chains and a gold mouth
I'm rollin out
[Hook x2]
Bring My Bottles lyrics - G-Unit
[Tony Yayo:]
You in this VIP and you ain't spending no money get the fuck out. We need them bottles. Sparkle something
[50 Cent:]
Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof
We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Shorty think I'm trickin' cause she got a pair of shoes
I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
[Young Buck:]
Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick?
Your main ho always think that you around a bitch
Picked up a pack and I ain't look back since '96
Since then I've been addicted to designer shit
Chopper in the parkin' lot, I'm tryna find a lick
Come up on a thousand pounds, that's my kind of rich
Independent, I don't need no nigga with me
I do everything quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50
I got game for these hoes, can't no broke bitch trick me
And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies
[Hook - Young Buck/Tony Yayo:]
I pull up and my car ain't got no roof
All these bitches say that I'm the truth
I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
[Young Buck:]
Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up
Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups
Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks
Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits
It's the Unit in this bitch, I'm 50 rich, now who you with?
G-Unit, lazy niggas don't want to pop no bottles
Yayo keep sayin', "Nigga, what's a thousand dollars"
She must don't plan on stayin' if she don't swallow
DM'd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holler
Dopeboy, bitch, I ain't playin', I fuck with guala
And I don't fuck with rappers, bein' honest
I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx
Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage
Them King of Diamond bitches, ain't they gorgeous?
Drop head Phantom and I'm sittin' on Forgi's
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo:]
It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck. Cashville, Ten-a-key, nigga. Yeah
Doper Than My Last One lyrics - G-Unit
[Lloyd Banks:]
Dope-doper than my last one
[Hook - Lloyd Banks:]
I roll up 'till the cash come
I'm on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my last one
I got loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my last one, dope-doper than my last one
[Lloyd Banks:]
War, spoiled, listen, all my props in order
Take me down, good with old green
He ballin', pocket lawyer new town, now tally more cream
You're a borderline performer nightmares
Mixed with my tall dreams
My songs are like a porno, all I got is my word and my soul
My style a half man, convertible gold
Got bitches jumping off the vertical
Oh, thought I forgot?
You dissed me when I wasn't hot
I guess you miss me now
Bitch, you see me, don't flip your frown
The rich get richer, you skip the needy, they strip you down
Your name graffiti, go get my CD, I'll lift the town
Now probably amazing, ain't no winner promise
Generous summers lead the club with all the strippers on us
How can it be I made a pepper promise
My game a cannon, blow your chick Bahamas
And pet pajamas, time as real as it can get, don't find us
You have official problems
An immediate response to all the shit you hollin'
[Hook]
[Lloyd Banks:]
Player blood, freezin', keep my name out trophy season
Fuck is niggas thinking matching me up, won't be even
And I sound like where I'm from, don't gotta freeload off a region
I deebo all the seasons, snakes and leaches only feedin'
Speeding till you crash and burn
Reckless in this white man's world, no blacks concerned
This dose label reality
I'm on the prowl, but get too close taking your battery
Me and my power pen against the world won't rattle me
You been clouded
Thought to gossip me, ain't care about it
I believe the game'll switch to make emcees all fear the profit
Gotta do my own addiction in the V inhaling chocolate
Spit the sickest flow, the inscription clips are hard narcotic
Money standing by the hobbit
We managed, ran back out of product
The hottest topic, killing shit, don't know how to stop it
The pie is lit, you ho for chromo you a Bozo really
Gun sign in your photo like you gon' go nilly
[Hook]
Boy Boy lyrics - G-Unit
[Tony Yayo:]
Tougher than leather, nigga. I'm tougher than an African kid running bare-foot in the gullies, nigga.
Know what I'm saying? Tough. OG now, nigga. Yeah. Yeah
[Tony Yayo:]
To all living things around me
Cash rules everything around me
Your music is unenthusiastic
My jewelry glow in the dark
Scorpio from Serbia, catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you ain't do shit when them things start to ring
South side, we outside, niggas kill, son
They'll Seattle Seahawk you, throwing bullets like Wilson
[Young Buck:]
White sheets cover his feet, Ku Klux Klan'ed your man
Left him in the streets, strap in his left hand
The thought of even coming around here was a death plan
And if a nigga cosign that he a "yes man"
Shoot the fuck out of a fuck nigga, I'm all fucked up
So loser, I lose, the dice game getting stuck up
When shit real you get killed around here, it's not a big deal
Load her out, nigga, use my big bitch for a shield
(You know I'm saying?) Thank you for real
[Hook - 50 Cent:]
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
When your mouth to be shooting
You find out that we been shooting all along
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
You get caught without that Ruger
We put hot shit through you then we gone
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me catch you slipping, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
Boy, don't let me strap that clip in, boy, boy
Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy
[Tony Yayo:]
My money up when them mills come
LA Reid with the dope, son, Jimmy Iovine with the coke, son
Wise time fly by, I'm an OG, bad bitch with double D's
Nigga, Jordan couldn't palm these, feel the breeze
Wrap 'em in satin, they be gone by the morning
Federal subpoenas while SWATs kick the doors in
Fuck up the sheets, the electric tapes to your door though
I show that bitch how to breathe under water
Excuse moi, French bitches bending over
Snatch 'em out the whip, throw 'em in the Range Rover
Snitches and phones, catch the 30 piece from the jewelry
[?] why they texting 'bout [?] body
Frank Lucas put flowers on bunk graves every Tuesday
That's loyalty and don't listen to everything your lawyer say
Red dot, surgery with the laser
Have a nigga missing like that plane from Malaysia
[Kidd Kidd:]
Fo' fo's, long nose is Gonzo's
Hundred rounds, drum on the K, that's bongos
Running your mouth with deadly convos, I clap like, "bravo"
Bend back for the I call, nigga, huh
You pussy niggas think you got nine lives
I'mma make sure I stick you more than nine times
With that ice pick I'm a cold killer
You tucking your tail and growing whiskers, rat nigga
[Hook]
Choose One lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook - Young Buck:]
All I see is dead people
Come through the hood, niggas starving
If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging
All I see is dead people
I ain't doing no arguing
No deals, I ain't giving no bargains
My Glock 9 give you 16 ways to die - choose one
Give it to ya how you want it
My .45 give you 32 ways to die - choose one
It's shoot 'em up bang, bang, shit, we still on it, nigga
[Lloyd Banks:]
Every day a star's rising
It ain't no love here, but your heart's [?]
Soul's slipping, sparks flying
Masterpieces is an art dying
Crime release, we break apart lying
Me and them, the [?] crying
Tears of joys heal a real McCoy
Bury your worries, don't wonder who rides for ya
Know yourself, relax and study
Bloody your uniform, no rest, keep moving on
Anybody who do you wrong, wrong turn, it's on
[Young Buck:]
Somebody chain got took, somebody life got lost
Somebody water not working, somebody lights cut off
I watched my partner OD in '03 in front of me
Took the plea, went on a spree, damn near did the whole ki
Paranoid, nose dirty, 'bout to go for them thirty
You keep saying he's hurting, now all his homies is worried
Second-guessing this gangster, they don't know what he said
They don't know what he told, but now you know that he dead
[Hook]
[Tony Yayo:]
I'm in them trenches like I'm a marine sniper in his Gillie suit
HK, SK, turn niggas vegetable
Live past 22 like climbing Mount Everest with one shoe or flip-flop
Middle finger to the opp'
Bacon, egg and cheese at my clip from last night
Smoking, think about that drama from last night
Emotion in your mind, love and hate cause casualty
These old dogs wack in that cave mentality
[Kidd Kidd:]
Dope boy salary, block ground athlete
Move so much weight I lost a couple calories
The palms sells the size of deep batteries
Get hit like Jay Rock when that fat nigga squeeze
My homie Kenny Booth doing life over 8 racks
He broke down in court when they played the tape back
I’m from Mazant, 6 shots, I ate that
Now I won't pay back, let my kids slay that
[Hook]
EP: The Beauty Of Independence (2014)
- Watch Me
- I Don't Fuck With You
- Digital Scale
- Dead A Pussy Nigga
- Changes
- The Plug
- Ease Up (Best Buy Bonus Track)
- Big Body Benz (Best Buy Bonus Track)
Watch Me lyrics - G-Unit
[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit in the house
[Hook: Young Buck]
I got 'em watchin' me
Look how I'm movin'
I got 'em watchin' me
Look what I'm doin' (hol' up now)
They watchin' me
I keep it movin'
And since they watchin' me
This how I'm doin'
Rock and rollin' on 'em
[Verse 1: Young Buck]
100 bottles, give me every bottle in this bitch
Where she at?
I want every model in this bitch
Blow the check, these hoes wanna know just who I am
Takin' pictures, trynna do it for they Instagram
Presidential Roley, bezel got them big boogers
Fuck the home, shout-out to the real cookers
Gold chains, couple Audemars and Cartiers
We charter Lears; these hoes know the party here
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Blowin on that killa kill, neck on chilly-chill
Baby, let me get a feel; show me that it's really real
Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv
Don't care who you man is, long as he ain't up in here
Ain't nothin' changed, still the same ol' two-step
I don' had some A-1 hoes, and a few Fs
I done order bottles, 100 bottles and got two left
Somebody got bust upside the head, G-Unit there
[Hook: Young Buck]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Hol' up, I think I love these hoes
A nigga trynna fuck 'em all
I'm lit up in this bitch, ballin'
I would blow it boy
No suckers in my section
Oh no, no, no, my shit legit
You niggas get to flexin'
Bitch and I will get ya hit
I got a paper route
A nigga gettin' plenty bread
Oyster perpetual
You niggas know what time it is
Stance like a b-boy
Just like a d-boy
Yeah, I'm a g, boy
You know it's me, boy
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I think I'm gon' remain reclined and count
So many girls, it take a hour for me to shout 'em out
The coupe foreign, the shit I hit been super borin'
Dog, I'm sharp as hundreds with the blue tan on 'em
Shit a phenomenon, I kept my promise
Respect and honest, the grind bought off a neck of diamonds
Shinin', plenty tried, don't got the timing
Bet he out there island hopping
And your lost still in the thousands
[Verse 5: Tony Yayo]
Bottles of Clicquot
Smokin' hookah with eight hoes
Five angel heads on my neck, all froze
Enter visions, interpretations
Watch with your ears
I bought the last watch in the lear
Ask Jacob, ask David, ask Eric the Jeweller
Ask 'Beth in Jersey when I bought my first Muller
I got 'em watchin' me
With the yatch Master Rolly on
In that new Rolls Royce with the top gone
[Hook: Young Buck]
I Don't Fuck With You lyrics - G-Unit
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Don't wanna talk to you
Don't know you
Don't know how you know my name
I got a reputation of police chasing
You a bitch; I let it bang
Nigga, you keep talkin'; I keep walkin'
Fuck around 'til the heat talkin'
Then it's your coffin
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah)
Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah)
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I don't fuck with you, and you know it, show it
4-deep whips, stolen, rollin'
Fo'-five, I tote it, blow it
Leave your head split open, swollen
Now it's all in your noggin, poppin'
Deuce, deuce in my pocket, rockin'
Break it down, rock it, chop it, if the feds come knockin'
Drop it, Man they plottin' on my drug house
Man, I hope they don't run in before I run out
I'm runnin' out, I don't know who to trust now
No dap, hugs, or "what's ups" now
I don't fuck around with the fuck arounds
You see me, get the fuck from 'round me
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I don't talk, texts
I don't off bets
I don't fuck with niggas ain't from the set
I'm from the projects
Surprised you ain't got robbed yet
I really don't do no conversatin', no call waitin'
I know ya'll hatin'; I'm cool with it
On probation with no patience
I hop out and act a fool with it
Fuck who did it
If you with it, then you get it
Two to your fitted
I don't fuck with none of ya'll anyway
Your funeral could be any day
Ever since I said send the Yay'
You fuck niggas been' in the way
I'm just doin' what 50 say
Puttin' a hundred rounds in the K
Buck
[Hook: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
My four-five, I grip it, grip it
Work chef, and I'll whip it, whip it
Four days, and I'll flip it, flip it
Front off a meal ticket, ticket
Hoes wanna come kick it, kick it
Heard a nigga will trick it, pick it
Up after we throw it, throw it
Big money, we blow it
That gangsta shit, we did it, get it
Still do; we ain't new to it
Boy, I ain't never gon' tell on me
You bitch nigga, bet you do
You talk a lot
Niggas around here don't say much
Niggas around here don't play much
Soon as shit pop, they blame us
Cause the money ain't never go'n' change us
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
A lot of gun talk in the streets
But real recognize real beef
And real soldiers get the mission accomplished
Never slippin', steady grippin', killin' for nonsense
Sideline hatin', backbitin haters
Catch you in your car like them red-light cameras
Green light, what?
Green light, woo
My money cause a fuckin' Holocaust
I green-light you
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
Digital Scale lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]
I put my coke on a digital scale
I put my weed on a digital scale
I put my dope on a digital scale
It's time to re-up what my scale read
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
We got eightballs, sevens, fourteens, and Oz's
Sixty-two eights of that raw, imported keys
Half of chicken whole chicken
Niggas got to cop 'n' go, yo
I said you niggas got to cop 'n' go
This is like fast food, nigga
May I take your order?
I require nothin' cookin' but bakin' soda 'n' water - ice, cold
That's crack inside that Pyrex
We get the work, then move the work
The pressure we apply next
Every now and then, a nigga set-trip
I8 BMW; I'm electric
Keep that hammer around me in case shit get hectic
Shit pop off when I'm rhymin', I protect it
Fuck around
[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hand me that plastic bag right there, Yayo
Baggin' up half a brick
My lawyer sittin' on the couch
He said it's cool, Buck; I swear I won't open my mouth
(I weigh a bag on the triple-beam scale)
I'm all kushed out, coke under my (fingernail)
My uncle been playin' with that powder, and I can tell
You know that crack smell, and he lookin' all frail
My sister need bail; she just caught the weed sell
Now the feds on her trail
I just got the email
Shit crazy, but I'm still cookin' up babies
Hookin' up my niggas daily with this dope
Get out and get some, nigga
Can't pay me if you broke, no
Let a nigga hang himself - just give him enough rope
I get it fresh out the boat
[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Numbers don't lie; scales don't either
Every time you out, fiends wanna reach ya
Out with some bitches, fiends wanna call
In the club with my niggas, fiends wanna call
When I'm waitin' on them, man they never call
The life of a hustler in a nutshell
G-5 eatin' snakes, soup and raw fish
Snakes see the Ray Phantom off of raw fish
My main bitch is like Bonnie Parker
My side bitch is like Clyde Barrow
They start to shoot you up shit's creek without a paddle
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
They roll up and smoke you like Kumar and Harold
Catch 'em in the whip like Caine cousin, Harold
My nigga flippin' on his P.O. cause he can't travel
You owe me, I take your child for collateral
Gun wave, hello
Shots echo
Won't save money - switch to gecko
You known from the get-go
I ain't 'bout to let nobody play with my green
When they coward belly yellow
Polka-dot carbine on your chest, screamin' "hold on"
Hold on
You see my face and let go
I'm from the N.O.; better check the death toll
You was playin' Casanova
Cookin' bitches casserole
I was on the ave with O's, me and red taggin' toes
On the Greyhound bus
Pounds in my baggy clothes
Huh
[Hook x2: Tony Yayo]
Dead A Pussy Nigga lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook: Tony Yayo (50 Cent) x2]
I dead a pussy nigga on some good word [x3]
(You a bitch nigga, we take your shit, nigga)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Everything you a see nigga got, we took it
The block, we took it, your spot, we took it
Every time you think a nigga not lookin'
Nigga, I'm lookin', I send my niggas to book him
We'll dead a pussy nigga on the work
Go 'head, nigga, get a little heart, get murked
Bitch, I be ridin' with the cobra on my lap loaded
Try the fuck shit, a nigga will snap and tote it
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Boy, don't get bodied, niggas dying over nothin'
Brand new Bent, fuck around and bring the trunk in
We gon' boguard, I got all my niggas chosen
And that little shit enough, we don't need a bigger motive
Got a to-do move the party with me more
Pullin' up, peelin' off like it's stolen
Two o's on the meter, ain't no tellin' where I'm going
'Cept full speed ahead, we'll be slowing down for nothin'
[Interlude:]
There's a material witness of an aggravated battery
Uh, with a handgun and, uh, they believe, uh
Looks like we have retaliation, uh -
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Got work, that ain't even what I'm mad at
You a pussy nigga, you ain't 'posed to have that
Give me the dope and the dough
And your life, you could have that
I'll let my young niggas share that
Line yo' ass up like a fresh cut
Lot of niggas gon' pass if they test us
Open armed black funeral dressed up
Yayo in the cut with the TEC up
[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
We get it poppin', my strap have 'em floppin' like LeBron
Teflon don, rollie on my arm, southside bomb
Spit the Gemstar out and your face gone
My rap lines is the bomb like napalm
Las Vegas in the Cosmo, bad blonde
As brolic Scarlett Johansson
Fuck her with my Maison Margielas on
Ten years in the game, runnin' marathons
Disloyal niggas got they Halloween mask on
Solo dolo in the Stingray, get my mash on
Hundred horses in the engine, rev the stallions
[Interlude]
[Verse 5: Young Buck]
Take the hit, I get paid first
I use the clip with the curb when the K burst
But I'mma pop this nigga on some good work
A couple pills, lean and some good herb
I got a body on it, do anybody want it?
I'll take you right to the hood and get rid of this bitch
Silencer on it, FBI most wanted
If I find out you snitchin', it'll really get you hit
[Hook]
Changes lyrics - G-Unit
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
All I'm hearing is Jimmy want my shit to flop, Dre don't care if I blow
God damn, all this from fucking selling headphones
Chris died, Theo didn't show up to a nigga wake
Which indicates the team I thought we built, it was fucking fake
Barry's drunk, Barry dump, Barry's in the pen again
I'm back at the drawing board, somebody call Eminem
These days can't believe what you hear on the street
That nigga said he owns the team, he only on the seat
That's fool's gold we sold you, you fools, I watch you buy it
What's this here some kind of new hustle, I might try it
This flow got us all put on so I know I'm nice
(Fucking with the wrong bitches got me cold as ice)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
These niggas'll change on you
I can't keep count of how many times I done watched them change on me
Now they hate everything I do
I can’t help but win, I’m a winner, nigga, you changed on me
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Guess I gotta stop posting all this money on Instagram
They welcome you with open arms and open hands
I ain't rich like 50, I just know the man
Red emoji faces in your text, I know you mad
Pitch me a few dollars, more than sure you can
When you balling the world's on your shoulder pads
I don't owe you nothing, they busting, you ain't bang back
You never fronted me nothing I couldn't bring back
They gave dap, now they saying you never gave back
You never gave me nothing I couldn't pay back
Now you talking to the FEDs because you ain't fed
Give a nigga a foot, they want your whole leg
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
Fuck what he said, tell 'em get his own bread
If niggas got a problem (that's a code red)
That's when niggas pull up with long dreads
Bumbaclot, man, shooting at your forehead
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
They say family's first, but family is the first to get you hurt
And these hoes even worse, all these riches is a gift..
[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]
..and a curse
Hate running all through the tree, thought they be rooting for me
Backstabbing, lies stacking, the truth is gorey
Forever holding on the grudges from my early struggles
They see you go out and get it then want it from you
Say you'll never be a winner, show up at your parade
Outside showing you smiles, inside hoping it fades
Rather be low now, money over the stage
Sanity over fame, eye-candy calling your name
But it changes, their love is dangerous
Fog up your aim, there's a million ways to hit them cages
Shit's contagious, forget my favors
I'm outta here, flipping pages
You slipping backwards going with all the other actors
[Verse 6: Tony Yayo]
The limelight is hot, I ain't ask to be here
The money and the power make problems disappear
People change like the weather
I weather the storm until it's better
And these fake ass niggas wanna shake my hand
Instagram hoes backstage with fans
And the snakes in the grass ain't a part of my plan
Stab me in my back and they say I changed
[Hook]
[Outro: Young Buck]
Some of you motherfuckers changed for the worse though
Some niggas change for the better
Some bitches'll just never change
Some of these hoes'll never change, man, yo
The Plug lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
If y'all niggas need straps, then get at me
I'm the plug
Well, if you need that, then get at me
I'm the plug
Dope, coke, crack, man get at me
I'm the plug
Holla when you need it; my price you can't beat it
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
We move the work like it's water
Stuff a quarter in your daughter
Cash flow like the Nile
I mean like right across the border
You to get it; I got it
If I ain't got it, I get it
Fill your spot up with product
I got the straps for your hitters
Look here, my price is my price
Fuck is ya estimate nigga
Figure you bite the bullet, I bang it
Get to bustin', it's nothin'
Wave it, blaze it
Hit the bullseye; I don't graze shit
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
AP around me lately
C-notes serenade me
The smell made me crazy
Product of the Eighties
Numero uno
I'm out a legendary group ho
My souls too cold
They blocking me, I found a loophole
I'm new gold
I got a couple dimes from Panama
I make a little girl out an amazon
Run on me, I'm squeezin' like an anacon'
Then I'm gone, years from now I bet my power steer my lawn
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
I believe I was born to ball
Penetrate the pussy, unless it smell like old tennis balls
I'm a rapper; I got a problem being punctual
A mill at 26 these other rappers, man, they got the gall
To even think they on my level
Sports-Illustrated model all in my condo
Ice in the pot
In the trap, I'm Sir Mix-a-Lot
'Bout to spend a mill on a car lot
[Verse 4: Young Buck]
Streets dried up
Get tied up for small packs
Niggas workin'
Phone wired up, don't call back
I'm a surgeon; I put shit back together
I determined to bring my black MAC wherever
Niggas lurkin'; this ain't the place to be
Fuck a hit
Niggas'll blow up your face for free
Sunday sermon, preacher keep on facin' me
It's like every word he sayin' just relates to me
[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]
G-Unit gorilla
Cocaine car wheeler
50 grand cash to the car dealer
Bragging on what you bought get you raw quicker
Tap you on the shoulder like take this walk, nigga
I fought every tall nigga
Short temper
Tougher than leather cut from a different cloth, nigga
You ain't a boss you can afford to pay the costs, nigga
Get caught, I was taught to never talk nigga
Ease Up lyrics - G-Unit
[Hook - 50 Cent x2:]
Y'all niggas better ease up
Cause I ain't for the sucka shit
Better figure out who you're fuckin' with
Hoes down, G's up
Don't get me on my other shit
Cause then we get to shootin' and cuttin' shit
[Young Buck:]
I've done been caught slippin', had to take the bullets out myself
Bite down on this bandana and hold my breath
Almost killed me, a couple more inches to the left
And I'd be out of here, finally get my chance to see death
Meanwhile I'm healin' up on Popular Hill
Gettin' head in the VA, they got your bitch on the film
I got to bust a couple heads with my nigga Soulja Slim
Talked to C-Murder, he 'bout to come home from the pen
[Kidd Kidd:]
And when he come home, I might be the one that's goin' in
Just hit your block last week, this week I'm goin' again
You don't know who you fuckin' with, I'm the one they come and get
You know what you gonna get, I don't know which gun to get
You ain't ever shoot nothin', got shot at
Shot back, pull the stock back, gave his waves a stockin' cap
I'm 'bout that, I'm gettin' the chopper right now
I know where Buck hide 'em at
[Hook x2]
[50 Cent:]
I've been with the bullshit, niggas sayin' I'm slippery
[?] my car door, them niggas wasn't hittin' me
Niggas say they aired me out, boy you hit the stop signs
Said you tried to take my head off, you better stop lyin'
I take a nigga's work, murk, all I do is diss
All I, all I do is diss, all you, all you do is miss
I'm my town, boy I'm what they wanna talk about
I show a country nigga quick what New York about
City slicker, slick nigga talkin' slick shit
The slick kinda nigga niggas better stick with
If they're tryna eat, out there on the street
Pop shit, pop a nigga, watch a nigga leak
[Hook x2]
[Tony Yayo:]
Chuck Norris vs. Bruce Lee, in the kitchen chop a ki
Money comin' in, ain't no time for sleep
Blunt look like a twig, one hand on a cig
Stashbox for the pigs, yah dig
So your claim to fame is puttin' work in
I'm on the Cayman Islands gettin' brains like a surgeon
In solitary pursuits, and nothin' but the fuckin' door
If niggas ribs touchin', kick [?]
[Lloyd Banks:]
Fuck outta here with all that money shit, ya' scrambling still
Foot 'em, let the damage build, 357 cannonfield
Realest on the planet, still, steal a nigga just because
[?] yo he don't mean it, yes he does
Bimmer leanin' hefty drugs, I hope you niggas rest in pain
Peel 'em off a rind of piss, my feelings gone since I was 6
I steal a corner, rocky wrist
I hear you're boring, I'm convinced
I was born to double dead presidents
[Hook x2]
Big Body Benz lyrics - G-Unit
[Kidd Kidd:]
Remember when nigga used to pay bingo? Like yo man, bingo man, that's my call for real
[Kidd Kidd:]
Killers don't have no conscience, blat, won't think about it
Trap up in them houses, rats, they Mickey Mouses
Gats up in their trousers
Ma came in and gave me a slap
Said she found all that crack under her couches
I can't sleep, Fred Kruger in my dreams
Call niggas a machines, all ya'll work for me
And I'd rather work a triple beam than at Burger King
Rob you for your bling bling, give me all your ching ching
Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything
Before I leave, life's a bitch, and we just havin' a fling
Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings
Let it ring 'til it click, empty clip
You can smell me and see I've been through some shit
With my clique
M-Zone, Rida Gang, now these hoes gon' ride the dick
It's because of street fame these bitches know what it is
They gone say I'm doing my thing when I pull up in that six
Lord knows
[Hook x2 - Kidd Kidd (50 Cent):]
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz
(And a clean set of rims)
[50 Cent:]
Pushin' coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles
Then they got them vapor bitches, I'm like this for real?
Me, I want that big Benz with the emblem in the grill
Start packin' the steel, lettin' niggas know the deal
I want that shit so bad, start thinkin' 'who I got to kill?'
That's how a nigga feel when we out there in the field
That Glock was pumpin', paper comin', how can niggas chill?
Barrel [?] gold teeth, put gold all in my grill
Shoot out shit, I rob your bitch, I use her as a shield
Shit look at the wheels, whooo, look at the wheels
Chrome two piece Lorenzos got me lookin' like a mil
Peace called, if you wanna talk then later we can build
[Hook x2]
[Lloyd Banks:]
Sittin' back in my new AMG, smokin' with 2 thou' 15
Golden wrist, few pounds of green
Park this shit, shoot down your teams
Now it seems, oh so clear through Beams
Oh so dope, I lean
Fuck you mean? Lucky that you breathe
Choke the leaf
Focus through my new designer lens
Tell her not her friends
Beaucoup dollars spent, new jewels line 'em in
Too cool time to win, I'm on top again
You gon' chop me off and 'scuse me out
Bullshit you about, front, them Rugers out
Face the sword, no risk, no reward
Peace talk won't go nowhere, gets ignored
Price you can't afford, white man at your courts
Get you more, right here like before
Seen it all my life shit end like this
Come back filthy rich, still not guilty, bitch
[Hook x2]
[Kidd Kidd:]
Nigga nah mean? Dreams, street dreams, yah feel me? Free PJ, free my lil' homie Chucky, yah know I'm sayin'?
Straight up and down, man. Free my nigga [?] just caught 10, yah feel that? Damn, shit real, man.
We just was all real niggas man, just out here chasin' our dreams, man.
Everybody wanna be fly, everybody wanna live flashy. You know I'm sayin'?
It's all about feedin' the fam, man. Straight up and down, so we gon' do whatever it takes to get it
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]
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