Move That Dope (Remix) lyrics - G-Unit

(originally by Future)

[Hook: Future]

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

(How much dope can you move, nigga?)

Young nigga move that dope

Young nigga move that dope

Aye move that dope, aye move that dope

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

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Flippin' the cake, whippin' and flippin' the yay

36 ounce in a day, cumbing through pay

When you do shit the right way

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me

How they gone eat? I run the seam

I got that work, bitch, I got it

I got a few Maseratis, dope in my new Maserati

That's a whole 'lotta new money

Stash it, it's hotter than hell

Movin' them squares in for real

Servin' that broad, said yeah

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

Triple salute bitch, I'm straight out the hood

Triple beam, look what I got on the scale

This is that dope boy life right here for real

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

All this money, need a calculator

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

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

Give it to your front door like newspaper

Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters

Plug showed up with two trailers

Two flavors, what dude gave ya

I got thirty cars in my front yard

Hundred acres, no neighbors

I finished up the white shit

50 on the fight shit, I might go to Vegas

I keep up with who supposed to pay us

Who cash out and who delay us

Crash out if you try to play us

Dope Boy Universal, all you can say is

Young Buck move that dope

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

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

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

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

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

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

I don't do consignment

They think I'm Illuminati the way that I shine

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]

In the kitchen with Rida Gang chopping an eight

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

Dumped the the meth all on my face

Should get an A up in Chemistry

Murder the block on a killin' spree

Move the shit fast as a centipede

You gone need a fade to get rid of me

Movin' that boy and that girl

Take over life from the [?]

Lean the pot all the way to the side

Scrapin' the extras, need all of mine

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

3-6 exorcist with the risk

Bakin' soda water all in the mix

All this work got us changing up shit

[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]

Hit the stack in the path of evil

Bitch I'm dope in the platinum needle

All my [?] magazine you

Played with the money and you had to see through

I'm Paid In Full, never had a sequel

You're not an oath, my rap is lethal

I get one wish, bring back my people

Brick one wrist, bookbags a diesel

I'm icin' out my imagination

Just know never got that from waitin'

Just wrote my movie, new chapter shapin'

Pack the wall, clubs asses shakin'

Whose first? Take a dark ride in that hearse

Make her run down on your shirt

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

Sound like they using they work

[Hook]

Nah I'm Talking 'Bout lyrics - G-Unit

[Hook: 50 Cent]

I've been grinding my whole life, nigga

Fuck you talking 'bout?

I'm talking about eating, pushing that white, nigga

You know what I'm about

Front with my shit better come correct, nigga

Fuck you talking 'bout?

Talking about hitting a nigga with this Tec, nigga

Yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I've been unwrapping them bricks, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Bagging up pounds of kush with your bitch, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Stashing these pills, hoping they fit, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Don't worry about me and the Unit, we the shit, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

I got million dollar schemes on my mind, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Them Cuban on, touch a link and shots flyin', nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

I'm still fucking three ho's at one time, faded

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Put my motherfucking game on her, now her mind's x-rated

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

I got my status up grinding, made it from the bottom like you

Southside nigga to a month in Cancun

Huge rocks poking, I don't need an AC

Banks going through everything B-I two G's

These niggas rapping now stupid

Bragging, they ain't never sold a unit (One unit!)

Acting like you will never do it

Don't wind up on the wall over music

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

I can get it, get it for you for the low

Six-fifty nigga for an O

Blink, a kilo is out the door

Don't fuck around when I'm hustling bo

Got a hundred mill in my stash, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Motherfuck that bank, I got it in cash, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Everything cool here 'til I trip, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Having niggas hit you, your cousin then your bitch, nigga

[Hook]

[Bridge: Young Buck]

And I'm fresh out the pen back selling dope, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

50 said we ain't never going broke, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Just blew what your house cost on my neck, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Bitch better come find me she want a check, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

G-Unit, bitch

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

The bitch only yours in the bed, nigga

These hoes ain't loyal, want bread winners

Hit perfection, stole bread, nigga

That's why S550 getting head, nigga

European bitches crazy ass with funny accents

Euros in my back, trunk full of white boy, One Direction

On that I-9-5, Heckler for protection

One minute I'm home, next I'm in Rome, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Passport gang, my phone's on roam, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

G5 flight, I'm in my zone, nigga

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Why your bitch giving me dome, nigga?

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 5: Kidd Kidd]

Rock O's, but you ain't even know it

Big Rosco, can't even hold it

This hot dough, but I ain't even sold it

Get your wig split, I ain't need to sew it

We ain't cool, nigga, yesterday paper, old news, nigga

Everything brand new, nigga

I've been shitting, check your bathroom, nigga

Big watch, I'm big time

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

My neck blink and my whip shine

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Stick it in the freezer 'til it get silent

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

All my life I've been grinding

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

Now y'all know

[Hook]

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Y'all niggas act like y'all don't know what I'm talking 'bout

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

You can fuck around if you want and get your ass laid out

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

This is the Unit

(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)

The mighty, mighty Unit

G-G-G-G-G-Unit

Ordinary lyrics - G-Unit

(originally by Trey Songz)

[Intro: 50 Cent]

G-G-G-G, G-Unit!

Ha ha! WOOOOO!

[50 Cent:]

That's ordinary, this excellence, when I fuck up, I correct the shit

Let security, come get this bitch, my nigga, I said come get this bitch

Nigga tryna shine with my diamonds shinin, they say they're grindin, no never mind it

That's ordinary, that Burberry, fuck what it costs, we don't rock that shit

That new Rolls ain't new to me, six months ago, I got that shit

You know a nigga a beast when I'm out on the street; frozen cube and frozen Jesus piece

Your main hoe be stalkin me, I had to block the bitch on my IG

Postin pictures where I be, tell that other regular shit she wan' try me

C'mon!

[Chorus: Trey Songz sample]

Don't you hate an ordinary nigga? (I do)

Drinkin on ordinary liquor (we don't)

Niggaz spendin ordinary money (whoa-oh-oh-oh)

We don't ever fuck with basic bitches (that sounds crazy)

Your bitch got on ordinary heels (boy what you doin?)

Can't tell you how ordinary feels (oh-ohh-ohh)

I pull, I pull, any girl and she's with it (she with it)

I'ma, hook her, up with other bitches

[Kidd Kidd:]

(Hot Boy) with cold (Cash), check out my N.O. swag

Nothin fresher than toe tags when I pull the trigger at yo' ass

Rap niggaz got no chance, I ain't even go in my bag

Run through paper like a notepad, what you know about it with yo' broke ass?

All my mind irregular, all you smoke is regular

And your hoe's too regular, find a runway and go step it up

I do this on the regular, base is you basic

Same shit, you ordinary; [?] in a mortuary, huh!

[Young Buck:]

Stepped the game up and tip the bitch, them niggaz you were with ain't used to shit

I put ten bands in her hand; fucked then sent her home to her man

She said, "Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?"

Pour up a fo', I ain't drinkin on ordinary liquor

This syrup got my belt holdin up these Levi britches

For real, I look like drug money but I keep my bitch ridiculous

I said "Baby, I'm the realest, even though I'm not the richest"

I'm still gon' bet 50 these fifty racks ma holdin figures

What you wanna do? We all got bands

[Interlude: Trey Songz sample (50 Cent)]

He ordinary, ordinary (whatever you wan' do)

Ordinary, ordinary, whoa-ordinary, ordinary (yeah)

Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary (nigga got on regular shit)

Whoa-ordinary, ordinary (AOWWWWW!)

[Lloyd Banks:]

Don't think I'ma choose, kickin back, foreign shoes

Watch me make and break all the rules.. do all the moves

Eye candy out of yo' dream, feel me out, I'm on steam

Please, I'm out of your league, Visa's found in my jeans, these 2014's

Please deny to your fiends, normal walls, I ain't been, all my girls, you a ten

Thank the Lord I ain't them, in the store, I ain't spend

Spendin time'll get me nowhere, I'm mismatchin the whole year

Peace sign to 'em like "Later," countin these stacks when the slip clear

[Tony Yayo:]

She shop on cloud 9, live on Saks 5th

Her closet game on some Kim Kardash' shit

Draft night, she lookin for a first round pick

Shorty thinks I'm Andrew Wiggins, tryna fuckin hit

The nothin in her lifestyle basic

Canary Island, black sand and Chanel slips

...I said this girl is extraordinary

"Monster Ball" the movie, get to fuckin, she like Halle Berry

[Chorus]

Real Quick lyrics - G-Unit

[Intro:]

Valuable lesson, man I had to grow up

That's why I never ask for help

I'll do it for you niggaz and do it for myself

[Chorus:]

I go 0 to 100 nigga, real quick

Real quick, whole squad on that real shit

0 to 100 nigga, real quick

Real quick, real fuckin quick nigga

0 to 100 nigga, real quick

Real quick, whole squad on that real shit

0 to 100 nigga, real quick

Real quick, real fuckin quick nigga!

[50 Cent:]

I'll run my blade 'cross a nigga ass {"real quick"}

I'm so for real I'm on some real real nigga shit

You playin boy I'll get you hit {"real quick"}

You better hope the parademics come {"real quick"}

Got me fucked up you think it's different now a nigga rich

Before I get to cuttin know you niggaz better cut the shit

Boy, you gon' have ya head popped, pull a trigger for me

And my lil' niggaz trigger op' like it's legal homie

No game when I bang, boy I empty the clip

You run like a bitch, you ain't 'bout that shit

Hey hey hey hey, I'll catch you another day day day day

It's the Unit back to the bullshit

[Tony Yayo:]

Yeah! Nothin in life is out of bounds

AK hold about a hundred rounds

60 shots like K.D. at the Rucker's

Okay! When I see you on respirators

Southside nigga 'til the day I'm gone

Indulge in the violence when the drama on

Yeah, these rap niggaz lukewarm

I'm two sleeves of dope, when the mic on

[Chorus]

[Kidd Kidd:]

Real quick, Rida Gang fuck nigga, huh!

Don't Tweet me, see me when you see me

Down to make the news just to say that I'm on TV (Kidd Kidd)

This clip rated R, niggaz PG

Them shells burn like a bootleg CD (huh?)

Fuck love, I want the money

When you get too much of it they gon' say you actin funny

"Kidd, how you feel now that the Unit's back?"

Like a million bucks, muh'fucker do the math!

[Young Buck:]

Cold-blooded, boy my heart don't feel shit

Get with me, ask 50, I'll take the hit {"real quick"}

Balenciagas, you can still get ya ass kicked

Take a rapper nigga bitch and make a real flick

I know I'm different from what you usually be dealin with

Don't need a mic, give me some white to make a million with

Single borough, six shots on the Brooklyn Bridge

I'll let the nigga Drake tell you what I just did (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks:]

Nigga gettin money new to you (uh)

I give a fuck if shit get ugly, there'll be a beautiful funeral

You fit the script I'm gon' assume it's true

Can't manuever through the street without a strategy, ain't nobody to tutor you

And man was lucky Unit's through, you know why he flows

15 years, switchin dealers like casinos

And my goon'll clip you on the arm (uhh)

I'm out the country every week and dumpin ash out on the Autobahn

Auto-pilot's always on

Rather better livin, I've been [?] green bills callin me all day long

This is homicide, more tears in your mama eyes

More reason to wake up, real niggaz arrive

[Chorus]

They Talked About Jesus lyrics - G-Unit

[Intro: Young Buck]

Hello? Hello?

Anybody know what G-Unit is?

50, where the fuck you at, nigga?

[Hook: Young Buck (Lloyd Banks)]

Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us

(They talking)

Fuck it, they talked about Jesus

(Still hating)

Yeah, they hated on Jesus

(The real waiting)

They talked about Jesus

This one here is for all non-believers

(They talking)

Fuck it, they talked about Jesus

(Still hating)

Yeah, they hated on Jesus

(The real waiting)

You know they talked about Jesus

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I could care less about a rapper and his entourage

I don't give a fuck about a Phantom, it's not in our garage

Who could take the project bench to a driver lodge?

Fuck her to some Mary J. Blige, get out of dodge

Dirty nigga, but all my dope clean though

And I got fishscale for sale, fuck you mean ho?

You niggas crack under pressure, Tim Tebow

The shots didn't hit, you was at the freethrow

I let my heat go, pull up with my seat low

Girls smoking, I keep asking Banks where the weed go

Still with the shit, still searching for a kilo

I'm the reason why these niggas peeping out their peephole

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Wouldn't dent a armor at them niggas all together

Louise summer sweater, Yankee on the sky-dweller

'gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanilla

Six or seven more flavors out in Vegas with weather

With my kush up in the hall of fame

Cavemen, break out your ball and chain

I'll orchestrate the walk of shame

Your life's plain, escort me through here like the president

Royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I'm in

You never did, you out here regular, ain't go one heckler

I ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give

Salute me you ever see me, I'm a vet

CD full of cracks, easy with the grills, cut plat

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

Fishscales paid the bill, I ain't never been broke

Arm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropes

I'm still at that Mickey D's off of Atlantic

My BK niggas, man, I feed them hammers

My connect only speaks Spanish

Uno, dos, tres, quatro, full bricks then vanished

Jump in the Martin Vanquish

Donald Sterling think he a slavemaster

Turn my Clippers jersey inside out

Feed niggas with long spoons running their mouth

Godfathers to the head, they spoiled that

Might trout your legs, overseased pussies, y'all loving thots

Been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot

[Hook]

Unconditionally lyrics - G-Unit (feat. Olivia)

[Chorus x2: Olivia]

Boy if you want me, then you can have me

I want you to want me and love me unconditionally

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

You want me to want you, you want me to need you

You want me beg and stay by my side

You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you

You want me to just swallow my pride

You want too much from me

Pretending I'm that nigga you lovingg

Last week it was my man, the week before your husband

Girl that ring on your finger means nothing

Its just a waste of money, and he was just a dummy

I know you kiss hI'm and hug him

And tell hI'm that you love him, you lying

Because I hit the first night and I wasnt even trying

You facinated with the flow

You know I'm about to blow

Come to see me at my show

Admire how my wrist glow

You like the way I get the dough

We can go, just to drow

Let your knees hit the floor

I like it when you do it slow

Aint nobody got to know

We can keep it on the low

I don't like niggas in my business, told you that before

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

You want me to hug you, you want me to love you

You want me to miss you everytime you gone

You wanna shine, you wanna spend time

Girl this is just a fling thing, word is bond

You want too much from me

Everyday calling my phone

You found out my benz sittin on chrome

Wont leave me alone

Catchin feelings cause I'm never at home

I should've known not to pick up the phone

Before a nigga got on

You wouldn't take time out to speak

Then you expect me to take your ass out to eat

I can't lie girl you sure look good in that mink

Tonight its on you, you gonna buy me a drink

Whatchu think?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

You want me to lay out quality time, like you don't know I'm on tour

Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh?

Why everytime we talk you askin for more, huh?

You want a nigga to commit, that our relationship shit and

I didnt string you along, you talkin reckless

Shorty look at my necklace

I don't sell dreams, I sell records

I know your type, used to parade around town

Bumped into an entertainer, now you wanna slow down

Introduced me to family and friends as well

Walkin out the house feeling like a piece of show-n-tell

cheatin cause your boyfriend doesnt like to spend

I hate to bust your bubble but I'm just like him

[Chorus: repeat to fade]

Where I'm From lyrics - G-Unit (feat. The Game)

[50 Cent:]

In my hood when you young

You tuck and handle your biz nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Stick up kids will run up in your mamma crib nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga

Comin where I'm from, where I'm from

[Lloyd Banks:]

I'm from New York City

Eyes on the prize

Dodging the worm

I'll fry your head like a project perm

Bullets burn

My right hands in the urn

How the hell did I deserve to be placed in a situation where nobodys concerned?

Cursed the coward that's bragin and didn't clap they mark

He deserve a beating faster than a fat mans heart

I play my part well respected

Every minute every second

You'll put a dent in your budget bugging me for a record

[50 Cent:]

In my hood when you young

You tuck and handle your biz nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Stick up kids will run up in your mamma crib nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga

Comin where I'm from, where I'm from

[Young Buck:]

Cashville is where I call home

there's noone to call on

It's every man for himself

I come from the bottom

I been the nigga behind the trigger and been in front of the bullet

But where I'm from we don't think about it we pull it

Crips and bloods in Cali they got these country niggas bangin

Ain't no more hangin

Nigga what set is you claimin

Round here money aint comin like it used to be

Cuz these teens killin fiends over half a g

[50 Cent:]

In my hood when you young

You tuck and handle your biz nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Stick up kids will run up in your mamma crib nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga

Comin where I'm from, where I'm from

[Game:]

West side Compton motherfuckers

Nigga this three wheelin ass scrapin

100 spoke gold daytons

Home of the Lakers

We ridin dubs like Payton

Bandana 45 cock it back hollow tips gon'a fly

You bitch niggas go run and hide

It's nwa till the day I die

Purple haze I get high

Were the beef at I'm ready to ride

Allstar game don't come outside

Little drama and it's gonna be a homicide

Lowridin through the cpt banks ridin shotgun

Buck in the backseat, g-unit pop sumthin

[50 Cent:]

In my hood when you young

You tuck and handle your biz nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Stick up kids will run up in your mamma crib nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Oh this is some lil shit niggas 'll split ya fuckin wig nigga

Comin from where I'm from, where I'm from

Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga

Comin where I'm from, where I'm from

Where The Dope At lyrics - G-Unit

[Intro]

To the evil he shows no mercy, NO!

To the deceitful his blows are swift, YES!

But, to the pure in heart he is love, love brothers and sisters! He is our leader!

[50 Cent]

Money buys dignity nigga!

Poverty’s a crime!

Follow me!

If you gon' follow somebody, follow me…

[Chorus - 50 Cent]

Im in the hood, niggas don’t see me, I be so low key

I’m where the dope at!

I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!

Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!

Listen niggas don’t come round me,

They done heard bout me

I’m where the dope at!

I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!

Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]

Shit is different now a nigga rich, I will get a nigga hit

You fuck with me, I get you killed, you think I won’t, I think I will

I blow a mil and get it back, yeah, nigger to beef with me you need a strap, yeah

Matter fact you gon’ need more than that, the shotty pop, the buck'll spray spray you

Your closest friend'll to you and tell you "get the fuck away"

You talk to me you watch your tone, nigga you cross the line and you’re on your own

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]

Bullet bounce attire, pistol buyer, frequent fire

No surrender, no retire, imma ball out till I’m tired (getting stacks nigga!)

You like it buy it, if not then just keep it quiet

Half the niggas you admire probly wired (you rat nigga!)

Gasoline, fire barbeque at liar, buy a mansion just to chill and while they fly I’m getting higher

Rolly drive, rosay drinker, think of don, think of me, you think of bread, lead, 100K arm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]

I’m a king, emperor, these rap niggas irrelevant

The Audemar is blacker than the president

I catch money in the booth goddammit

Sort of like Clark Kent in the Daily Planet

Drop head, pop lead outta car

These niggas better run like Usuan Bolt

I drop a bag, you get showered by hollow steel

Your mama tied up, tortured with a power drill

[Chorus]

Who Do You Love (Remix) lyrics - G-Unit

(originally by YG & Drake)

[Intro: 50 Cent]

G-G-G-G-G Unit

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I’m that nigga, I’m the plug

I’m that nigga, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud

I’m that nigga so I pack heat

In case you niggas try to catch me on the back streets

(Say what) I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga

Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures

I ain't standing on the block, ho

Hit my phone and it’s on, bitch, it’s motherfuckin’ hot, yo

Nigga snitching on me?

Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin’ "S-B-O-E"

God damn it, I don’t see

How a nigga fixed his mouth to say he done made me

I got beef with a ton of niggas

Not now one of them niggas ever try to run up on me

But they said they used to hold me down

And they know how I get down

Bitch, I keep that gun around me

[Hook: YG]

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

My lady banging, but ain't as cool as her cousin

We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming

She think she on to something

There ain't no love, never mattered though

Your ordinary rapper know

Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho

Ain't a nigga that can see me

13 years killing shit, a villain on your TV

Little niggas wanna be me

Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

Time to ball on 'em, ready, set, hike

Do I love a bitch? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike

Catch a nigga at the light, he gon' bitch up like a dyke

He okay then 'til he bit, ball worser than his wife

Get your head buzzed right

To the white meat on the white sheet

Mazent, we don’t play that shit on my street

Couldn’t walk up in the shoes that’s on my feet

Ain’t another real nigga like me

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece

With about ten off that Jimmy Henchman beef

New Corvette, switch gears fast, nigga

Leave you wet like splish splash, nigga

Run up, it’s a hundred yard dash, nigga

Just ‘cause I rap don’t mean I won’t blast, nigga

Studio full of plaques, known as the greats

Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates

[Verse 5: Young Buck]

I got a shawty named Mary Jane

She got a girl named Pure Cocaine

And now you know the deal

We turned up in the trap house late night

See this the reason why a rapper still deal white

And this the Unit crew, thought I should’ve told you

If you a rapper in the game we should mold you

And, man, shout out my nigga Boosie, he just roll through

Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food

[Hook]

You Need Me lyrics - G-Unit

Yeah. It's 50...
Look you need me man...
You need me.
I mean you hate me,
But you need me,
Cuz I got the best product man,
I mean look, it's pure, it's pure as snow..

[50 Cent:]
I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you,
You could get smoked when I come through, okaaay, okaaay,
If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do,
I could be a good connect for you, okaaay, okaaay... (50 Cent!)

Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okaaay, okaaay,
Now I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend,
And Ima grind, Ima stack, and Ima do it again, okaaay, okaaay,

Lemme show you hooow,
Lemme show you hooow,
I can show you hooow,
Lemme show you hoowww!...

This is that Porche GT shit,
That Baltimore G shit,
That body-bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit,
Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50,
I get my hands on that paper y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch,
Who want the dice, pray the outcomes nice, like 7 or 11 Ima winner,
Pick up the chips, better yet bitch pick up the bricks,
Tell the valet to bring us the whip,
Look at the Vegas lights,
I told ya I'll light up ya life,
Pull up to the floor in a Ricky Hatton fight,
Ima champion baby... A little bit crazy,
But crazy's unpredictable and that's entertaining,
So you hear the boss up, concrete blue, gossip,
Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out,
I can't be more then me,
But you can make me out to be what you want me to be... 50!

It's just a pinch man...
It's a sample...
You're not supposed to get high
off the sample...
You're just supposed to feel a buzz...
I'm not tryna get you where you need
to go, with this...
I'm just havin' fun, you know?
You probably waiting for a next verse
well there's not a next verse comin!!
I'm just playing man...
You could take a bag of this right here,
We'll call this...
The body bag...
Lemme put a stamp on this
dog right here...
Yeah that blue magic shit Jay gave you...
But I know you need to get high again..
DAMN!!!

[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga if life is a gamble roll the dice,
If the Feds kick the door then it's natural life, okaaay, okaaay,
I got the dope in the vice[?]
8 pots on the stove,
Move 8 bricks on about 8 hoes, okaaay, okaaay...

I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, Ima block hugger,
I respect real G's like Don Fischer,
I'm not ya middle man,
I'm ya boss man, Pablo Escobar,
King of New York man,
King of the coke man,
King of the dope man,
Work got got,
It's fresh off the boat man,
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale,
Jump in the '6 let that bitch fish scale,
For real..!

[50 Cent:]
It feels like silk!
This is that Sin City,
Golden Navy,
Players Club,
Sue's Rendezvous,
I mean this is like head!!
Good Sex!!
Now watch this climax!!
I'll take it to the next level...
Come on...
(Yeahhhhh) LLOYD BANKS!!

[Lloyd Banks:]
There's a lot of product out there,
But I'm the pure thing,
4 rings, Ross-niggas, the guns,
And court swings,
Hip-Hop-Heroine,
I'm better then whoever,
when I inject the medicine it turns into a fetish,
Fettuccini when I dine,
Rap, White Line,
Wanna recline,
My jewels blind,
I got a EB9[?] grind,
My Mercedes ride by 'em,
My ladies top dime,
I line 'em up, I ain't here to make friends, I'm bout a buck,
I man the game like a corner,
Everybody cut-throatin' hopin' they can catch a come up run up on a nigga jokin'
You strong enough for smokin?
That 2K raw,
No bag, get back,
You get what you paid for,
Whore..!

(Thisis50... Dot com!!)