Window Shopper (*Stupid Girls Remix) feat/ Pink Lyrics

[50 Cent:]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
so much better
Ja yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nas yous' a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stackin' I'm filthy
It's funny how niggaz get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't gonna follow that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggaz better act right
When we got the tops...down you can hear the system thump
nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Ja yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nas yous' a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
they Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
But when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, man
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, man
Listen man, shit...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang
Homey I'm holin', holin', holin'
Oh shit man, the store owner watchin' you
'For somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
Ja yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nas yous' a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Pink:]
Uhhuh, uhhuh
Stupid girl (woo), stupid girls, stupid girls LOOKIN THRU WINDOWS HOES
Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl (yeah), I don't wanna be a stupid girl (uhhuh)
Go to Fred Segal, you'll find them there
Laughing loud so all the little people stare
Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne (drop a name)
What happened to the dreams of a girl president
She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
They travel in packs of two or three
With their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny tees
Where, oh where, have the smart people gone?
Oh where, oh where could they be? (yeah yeah yeah)
Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back (yeah)
Push up my bra like that (uh-huh), I don't wanna be a stupid girl
(Break it down now)
Disease's growing, it's epidemic
I'm scared that there ain't a cure
The world believes it and I'm going crazy
I cannot take any more
I'm so glad that I'll never fit in
That will never be me
Outcasts and girls with ambition
That's what I wanna see (c'mon)
Disasters all around
World despaired
Their only concern
Will they fuck up my hair?
Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Oh my god you guys, I totally had more that 300 calories today
That was so not sexy, no
Oh, good one, can I borrow that?
I WILL BE SKINNY!
(Do ya thing, do ya thing, do ya thing)
(I like this, like this, like this)
Pretty will you fuck me girl, silly as a lucky girl
Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!
Pretty would you fuck me girl, silly as a lucky girl
Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!
(Baby if I)
Act like that,
Flipping my blonde hair back
(Baby if I)
Push up my bra like that, stupid girl! (girl girl girl)
Baby if I act like that, that guy will call me back
What a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girl
Baby if I act like that, flipping my blonde hair back
Push up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl

[Dr. Dre:]
You know we had to do the remix, yea-yea

Wanna Get To Know Ya Lyrics

[Intro/Chorus: Joe]
I wanna get to know ya
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I really gon' drive you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to spank you, baby
One dose of my lovin
I know it gon' drive you, crazy

[Verse One: Young Buck]
I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass
I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party
I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble
Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?)
She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman
Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin
Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do
Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long
Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong
Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy

[Chorus]
I wanna get to know ya
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of my lovin
I really gon' drive you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of my lovin
I really gon' drive you, crazy

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her
It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more
She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound
Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with her frame
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain?
Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY
I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY

[Chorus]
I wanna get to know ya
I really wanna fuck you, baby
One dose of your lovin
I really gon' drive you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
One dose of my lovin
I really gon' drive you, crazy

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Don't know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips
Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man
I sweet talk her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right?
Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefits of world tours
Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours
Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws
You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you
Cause to me some hunny's gon' hate you that never saw you
Come here, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me
Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night

[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ variations

To All My Niggas (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Eminem, Notorious B.I.G.)

[Intro]
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love

[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)

[Verse One: Notorious B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's real

[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop Watertown
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo Chief, pass the Buddha

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people fill you up wit octane I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North C. Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!

[Chorus]

The Invasion! (Invasion yeah)
Green Lantern! the infiltration, we comin'! (yeah)

[Bridge: Eminem]
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Tweezy in this bitch, wit Obie Trice!
So watch what you say, 'fore you call our name
Cause you say one more thing and it won't be nice!

[Verse Four: Eminem]
Whoa, here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit
Sooner or later you little haters
Are too jealous of us to love us
You hate it G-Unit made it and Obie's coming
D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach
50 percent of it's 50 cent
The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is
But if you even considerin' taking our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't trying to get too intricate into it
I'm just trying to you give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cause then it's gonna get to the point
Where it escalates to some other shit
Then I'm a flip, then I'm a get to
"Stomping in my Air Force Ones"
But you won't be able to tell
If it's two pairs or it's one
It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking you
You'd think Nike just made these into cleats in this shoe
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussies try to push me
Thinking they gonna put me in a position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have Pink tickle me
Hickory dickory dock, tickety tock tickety
A little bit of the diggedy doc diggedy
Mixed with a little bit of the [Eminem vocal scratch]
Wit a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggedy

[Chorus: Eminem]
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cause we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records
We the label fa' sho!

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cause we gon' fuck around and steal your paper
Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50,
We gon' kill your fuckin' label fa' sho!

[Eminem]
Shady in the place to be see
And I got what it takes to rock The mic right!
Still watch what you say to me punk
Cause I'm off probation in less than six months [gun cocked]

[Outro]
Haha, Shady Records
Still Aftermath, and don't think we don't
Hear you motherfuckers talkin'!
Cause we do and we see y'all
We just gon' sit back for a minute
While I see what the FUCK y'all do

The Realist Niggaz Featuring:Biggie,Eminem Lyrics

[Intro]Before Shots Queens you heard im a Florida boy but im gonna shout yall niggas out cause i got number love for New York niggas you heard(Haha!)

[Intro]
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot through shit
And to all niggas that do it I love

[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)

[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya

[Chorus: 50 Cent] (x2)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Verse: B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up Northbound, first stop Watertown and fish scale,
where the hand scales are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the buddha

[Chorus]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let them people fill you up wit octane
I'm not playin
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass so propa'
Theres no place like home, New York, New York
I run this city, and now I dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they smacked silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard from singing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!

[Chorus]
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

I got 50 Cent
I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch
With Obie Triiiiice
So watch what you say
Before you call our name
If you say one more thing
It won't be nice

[Verse: Eminem]
Here we go
I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us to love us
You ain't it
G-Unit made it
And Obie's comin
D-Twizzy's comin
You sick to your stomach
50% is 50 Cent
The other 50% is who's color skin it is
Well if you're even considering takin our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into it
I'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shit
Then Im a flip
Then Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one
It's gunna feel like there's so many feet kickin you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me
Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Ya'll tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have pink tiggle me
Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa sho
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cuz we gon' fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gon' kill yo fuckin' label fa sho

Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT!
Still watch what you say to me punk cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS!

hahaha
shady records
still aftermath and
dont think we dont hear you motherfuckers talkin
cos we do, we see y'll
but we just gonna sit back fo a minute and watch the fuck y'll do

YOung Z

The Good Die Young Lyrics

[50 Cent]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right?
you are crazy..
I ain't crazy...
you are crazy....
atleast I don't think I'm crazy
I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot
you hot but you crazy..
why they wanna?..man..I don't know...

[Verse 1]
It's the money that - makes shit get ugly
It's the money that - makes these hoes love me
It's the money that - makes niggas wanna slug me
man..I thought the money would make it all lovely
Yo, I actually write what I do or see
the felonies from day to day make me say what I say
when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's
Don't cry for me, smile for me
and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me
remember the good times, the chips we stacked
the clips we packed
and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start
everything I wrote was from my heart
so it'll always be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
this shit is real, it ain't a game.

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine

[Verse 2]
First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid
so I get vest up when I get dressed up
in the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup
if you gossipin about me, shut the fuck up
why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?
and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck
dude listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you
you'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
right now what you need to do is gimme the cash
forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya ass
be a good Boy now, go and get your stash
I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash
alright run along before I shoot ya ass
I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast
then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last
man listen, if you really really like this shit
nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit
call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop
I'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a pop
to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap
typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street
1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat
niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
you're a generous guy
take 'em off or die
man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies
look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly
why you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.

Surrounded By Hoes Lyrics

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Everywhere I'm at everywhere I go, I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when I'm tryin to be on the low, I'm recognized by hoes
Man, its gotta be cause of the dough, its got to be cause of the dough
Cause the game sure wasn't like this before, it wasn't like this before

[Verse One]
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should see how they react when I come through the door
In the club my niggaz, we fittin to ball out
Drink till we fall out
Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out
Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out
I'll have your punk ass on the dance floor tryin to crawl out
I had bad luck, then my luck changed up
You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up
You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'm makin a killin
These other rap niggaz just catching feelings

(Chorus)

Haha, yeah
Yeah that's it nigga, what the fuck you thought
I ain't giving niggaz more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle
The fuck you want for free man
Ya'll niggaz be wanting a lot for free man
Fuck them other niggaz, other niggaz can't rap
That's why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing man
You know what I mean
Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night
Haha, the fuck man
Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork
We work hard nigga

Spongebob's In Da Club (Parody) Lyrics

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go Spongebob
It's ya birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip some bubbly like it's ya birthday
And you know we don't give a clam
It's not your birthday

(kristen)
You can find me at The Shell, chillin wit Pearl
i got what she need,If you wanna feel smushed
Then be with miss puff she's into blowin up
so don't give her a hug or you gon be fucked up


When I pull out up front, you see the boats on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 fishes in the club
Niggas heard I messed with Pat, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like that cheapass Mr. Krabs, all fishes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothin' change, fishes down, sponge up
I see Squidward in the cut hey nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake Me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp
In the hood, in Bikini they sayin' "Sponge you hot"
They like him, he want them to love him like they love Plank
But holla up at the Krust them niggas'll tell ya he's loco
And the plan is to put the swim game in a choke hold
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and he still on the grind
Now Sandy said she feelin' his style, she feelin' his flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get by and they ready to go

Repeat Chorus (2x)

[Bridge]
His flow, his show brought him the dough
That bought him all his fancy things
His Pine, his boats, his clothes, his shells
Look nigga he done came up and he ain't changed

[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Pat you mad? I thought that you'd be happy that i made it
I'm that Sponge at the Shell toastin' to the good life
You just that faggot ass Star trynna pull me back right?
When my joints get to pumpin' in the Shell it's on
I wink my eye at ya fish, if I smile she gone
If the roof on fire, I let the motherfucker burn
If you talkin' 'bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm gon' tell you what Gary told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the fishes hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside them wit a bottle of rum
I know where dat crack seaweed be

Repeat Chorus (2x)

Outro:

Laughin': Don't try to act like you ain't know where I've been either nigga
In the Shell all the time nigga, it's about to pop off nigga
Sea-Unit
Clammy/Aftermass

Ski Mask Way Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin
I'ma catch you sumthin

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

[Verse 1]
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new SIG and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I'm so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery's career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

[Verse 2]

Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought for me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought for me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money

Right Thurr Freestyle Lyrics

INTRO)
(A CAR PULLS UP.... 9 BULLETS GO OFF) G G G G G G G G G G G G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR


(CHORUS)
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR

G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR
G-UNIT IN THIS BITCH
RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT THURR

(50 Cent)
We like it when she do that right thurr (right thurr)
Me and Trent we dont motha fuckin curr (curr)
I got my trey-pound-7 right hurr (hurr)
Nigga call the cops if u want i dont curr (curr)
Its g-unit we dont fuckin play furr (furr)
My shit is mine, your shit we gotta shurr (shurr)
The dogs off the chain my nigga bewurr (bewurr)
New York City im the muthafuckin murr (murr)
I got one hundred G's on ma neck but dont sturr (stur)
The ice, all your vision might blurr (blur)
Bitch get outta line, ill smack ur ass right hurr (hurr)
I dont care who you are, i dont mothafuckin curr (curr)

(CHORUS)

(Young Buc)
Young Buc in this bitch right right right right hurr
I snuck in the club with a glock
I got some bud in my sock
Hell, fuck the cops
They just mad cuz im hot
Thugged out, either get up or get the fuck out
Come south, la me show u niggaz wut Buc bout
I aint scared, u coward bitches better beware
The source awards to the billboards, G-Unit there
Here i go, who ever want beef, let me know
I aint one of them artists that on that p-diddy show
I can hit u with the scope or hit you with some coke boy
Make sure u hit me back soon as u want more

(CHORUS)

P.I.M.P Remix feat. Snoop Dogg and Don Magic Juan Lyrics

(Snoop….talking)
Yeh you did it again my nigga
Fa’ shizzel dizzel

(50 Cent) 2x
F-i-f-t-y C-e-n-t and S-n-double O - P
We Internationally known and locally respected
Boy I know you dun' heard about me
I'm a P-I-M-P

(Snoop) (Chorus)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get dollar outta me
drive a Cadillac,wear a perm coz im a G
and I'm a motherfuckin C-R-I-P

I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and coz ima G
and im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P

(Snoop)
Yeh bitch I got my now and later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if you think the pimpin gon’ die
12 piece with a 100 hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga 50 like I’m down with blue
Fuck Cu's, nah nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzee, fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzee
Niggas in New York know how Doggie get down
I got my niggas in Queens, i got my bitches uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I aint fuckin around
And got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans, from the boogie down (down)
That’s waitin on me to return,
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm (word word)
They love it when I get to Crippin
And spittin this magni-gni-ficent pimpin

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I’m a G
Cuz I'm a motherfuckin C-R-I-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause I’m a G
Cuz I'm a motherfuckin P-I-M-P

(50 Cent)
It's G-Unit and the DPG
From New York City to the LBC
I break it down for you I’m a P-I-M-P
When my gun go off nigga ask about me

Nigga look what dun’ happen since your bitch dun’ chose
My wrist dun’ froze I’ll show you how I get them hoes
I’ll spit that G that be fuckin with their brain
Have ‘em on a track when it’s freezing in the rain
Scream on a bitch with the nerve to complain
Like bitch you dead wrong
If you catch a date you be warned
You said you want the finer things in life
You gotta go out and get it
And I’ll be right here waiting when you come back with it
You see I was born to break a bitch
My instructions to make a bitch
I got me a New York Knicks, Celtics, and a Laker bitch
I got that G that make these hoes have a change of heart
I’m a natural I’ve been good at this from the start

(Snoop)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm coz I’m a G
and I'm a motherfuckin C-R-I-P
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I’m a G
and I'm a motherfuckin P-I-M-P

Hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo
perseus mlambo-o-o
(Don Magic Juan….talking)
It’s goin down now with 50, and big Snoop Dogg, and the Arch Bishop Don Magic Juan riding shotgun with Whoo Kidd, the straight up pimp. It’s crack-a -lackin.
It’s pimps up, you know it’s hoes down. It’s green for the money, gold for the honey.
We off and we runnin’ with 50 and Snoop Dogg and the Mackalennium.
Keep it down playa. Pimps up, you know the rest. Church.

Peep Show (featuring Eminem) Lyrics

[50 Cent]
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
This is what it sounds like when I'm breakin' it down
(Yeah I'm breakin' it down)
Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breakin' it down
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
It's not my fault
It's not fault (I'm hot man!)
It's not my fault
It's not my fault

Till the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be gettin' it in come on we gettin' it in
A lil' Hennessey, a lil' juice and gin
It's not a fantasy, it's not pretend
We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
Till the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight

I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I'm really been lookin' into yo' freak show
You gimme a little baby and I'ma want mo'
O.D.B. said that I like it raaaw!
Exotic her body been movin' on the flo'
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
Ya got a man now keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I gets my dough
I got a few stacks me and you can blow
We get into the hotel after the show
I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer, yeah

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

[50 Cent]
They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain I don't play no games
I'm hustlin' hard homie I do my thang
You fuck wit' the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm tryna get her in my bedroom and shit
We can take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord the shit make a boom-boom flick
It's oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty shorty now you should know
Girl ya body's callin' me hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
All control (all control)
I know you know (I know you know)

You're so seductive, you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell ya, you know I wanna fuck ya
I'm feelin' your ---- ya better watch me now
My tongue'll be in ya mouth my hands'll be in ya blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can't have ya I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl come to me now, I said come to me now

[Eminem]
Come to me now? You gon' come to me now?
Apple in ya mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
Twenty minutes or less, wit' my Hannibal mask
And when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I know I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do'
You makin' me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl you pitiful, chill
We gon' fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still
I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I hope you really gettin' in to my creep show
And let me shit on ya chest and if some pee comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can ya break it down?
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can ya break it down?

My Buddy Lyrics

*Scarface*

Ya...Ok...You Surrender?...Huh?...You Wanna Play Rough...Ok...
Say Hello To My Little Friend(shots-scream)...You Surrender?...Huh?...
Want More?(shots-scream)...Hhhh(shots-scream)

*50 Cent*

My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life imma stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

*Lloyd Banks*

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cuz mah buzz gettin strong and they mad I'm on
He ride wit me when I pass the mall
Don't wait for me on da bench when I run a game of basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask n all
Bring ya buddy when its time to roam (Why?)
Cuz I got hit last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, da shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside mah home
He aint never been broke, he glitchless
He so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam and a scope for distance
Da best company when approachin business
He gon ride wit me till da end
We all gotta friend and mine is a G U N

*50 Cent*

My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life imma stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

*50 Cent*

My buddy got a temper
He dyin to pop off
Last time he did da cops had da block all locked off
Take him wit me to hussle, stashed him in da trash can
My fingertips sore from four hours of back grams
You meet him
Your destination hell or heaven
Cuz I only bring him out for that 187
He dun have a heart
I juss keep feedin him shells
He get it poppin in da hood, so his name ring bells
Ms.Jones stayed on da third floor
She called da cops on me
Dey came, I ran, I had to toss my humble lil homie
Niggaz know I got new friends, so they stay in dere place kid
I stay screamin on niggaz and beatin up base heads
These niggaz sayin donnie juss like it pretend
Keep fuck around and say hello to my little friend (Gun shots)

*50 Cent*

My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life imma stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

*Young Buck*

We been through it all, and yet we both still leavin
We been in da box, but we both still spittin
And when it was beef
You even played yo position, got under da seat
Until we spotted our victim
At first dey wouldn't listen until they herd you go off
Rememba it was broad daylight in da middle of New York
And lil did they know we was ready for war
I bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out da door
See whenever you come out sumthin happen on da block
You da reason that nigga dun stop rappin like Pac
People see you and run n you aint even say shit
They juss know you aint nuttin to play wit
You stayed wit sixteen homies and one in da hole
When da first one get out da next one goes
To know in ya head you gotta know where you been
Da glock stays wit me
We friends to da end

*50 Cent*

My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life imma stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

Movin On Up Lyrics

I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now
You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Vette
Yeah I stunt in the Vette , got stash in the bank
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
With a 4. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard tryna fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas runnin' round tryna kill you for us
Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

Material Girl 2000 Lyrics

If a bitch don't like me
Somethin' wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch)
Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now?
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know
thats how the shit work, you know what I'm sayin'
they supposed to love me now baby
I'm doin' it now baby
hahahaha

[Chorus]
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while
Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

[Verse One]
Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright
Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons
talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope
you got a smile that only a fool would forget
and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit
There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain
buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
but on the sidewalk we ain't play games
we exchanged numbers and names
I went back to the Range
I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' "I know that nigga, he rich"
she think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch
anyway, her name is CeCe
she said she go to BMCC
push a '98 328 with chrome BB's
she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me.

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya
they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World
Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit?
oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick?
nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'?
platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it
know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends
probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not
long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop
it goes on and on and on and it don't stop.

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
One thing you can always count on is change
and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change
now it's hard to find us or stay behind us
while we on the 900 double R Hondas
watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
all these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World
you can find a material Girl
I sip Dom 'till I earl
take 'em two at a time
quick I get in they mind
have 'em thinkin' they mine
bust off then tell 'em "Bust a Uey, on mo' time"
I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year
got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here
c'mon... uh huh... c'mon

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on...
Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us...
aww man... look... he ain't mean that shit...
c'mon thats just records... niggas is playin'...

Many Men *remix* feat. Brooklyn & Berma Lyrics

Many Men (Remix) feat. Brooklyn & Berma Lyrics
Artist(Band):50 Cent

50 Cent / chorus]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me


(50 cent)
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over


[50 cent / chorus]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

(Berma)
See many bitches don’t like me cause
I don’t gotta get on my knees to make a couple more G’s
I left the hood so they talk about me
But I aint too far ill come back n lay yo ass on dees streets
See I don’t think they understand
You cant interrupt God’s plan
So stop fuckin wit me
Cuz im not that type of bitch
Ill fill ya ring wit every bullet in this clip so stop fuckin wit me


(Brooklyn)
You betta watch what you say when you talk about me
I ain’t fox, not kim, not eve. I’m fully capable of burning all three
I’m a threat to this game, like a deadly disease
I’m the reason why these broads is about to go bankrupt
They coppin minx and jewels I was stacking the cake up
I’m 19 now and I’m goin on 20 and I’ll be damned if
Berma walks around wit her pockets empty
I from the dark part of the ghetto
I been through hunger Let’s pretend
I’m death comin and I got your number.
I put you in your grave where the good ones slumber
Everybody in the hood knows I’m the new
world wonder I’m a young chic doing it,
shittin on haft these hoes.
Everything I spit sounds so supernatural
And broads wanna hate and I laugh at those
Cuz Berma flip the script and turn
around and clap a hoe

[50 cent & Berma]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

{Fades out}

Make Money By Any Means Lyrics

f/ Noreaga

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
It ain't easy to make money (Whoo)
So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you
Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you
People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen
Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)

(Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background)
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

(Verse 2 - Noreaga)
Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
It's Nore now, here look read the story now
My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit
Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass
Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles
Sending out roses, condolences, notices
Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan
Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound
Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird
Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

(Verse 3 - 50 Cent)
Yo it's all about the cash you getting
Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life
Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip
For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'
Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis

(50 Cent talking)
Southside, Iraq baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game
It ain't easy to make money
So now everybody wanna take money
You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
It ain't a game

(50 Cent talking)

Live by the Gun Lyrics

what the fuck is the deal its the talk of New York Tony Yayo (G-G-Unit)
Yeah, Yo word up man, its fucking cold out here man, my fucking toes is killin me man (its fucking brick) i fucking been on the block all day man but u know i mean i gotta get this money run sleek snow......

Yo we project living
with plastic on the furniture,
little niggaz coming up will
fucking try to murda ya
the D's not out so the coast is clear
but its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
everybody got a nena everybody got a vest
new york city is the arena of death
yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard
seeing more d's than a damn report card
everybody rap now
follow they dreams im a call my clientele man and
sign all my fiends same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes
all day in the spot by a dirty stove trials keep me strong
hope keep me happy, but im only human so these niggaz wanna clap me
the drug game over but theres money to make so niggaz clappin at niggaz
to raise the crime rate

chorus
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet

the rhymes u spit can embarass the city
well my game bag names like paris and nikki
load the semi im in the spot carving the crack
u stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back
New York City everything move fast little girls get
pregnant throw they baby in the trash
china white wizzy movin quickly on the ave same coke
that got whitney in the re-hab
up early in the morning cuz theres money to earn cuz the early bird
be the one that catch the worm we nicks trieze twenties and dimes got my spot looking like a soul train line
fuck doin time, im trying to progress, get that money man nigga serve ur projects
hustlin homie thats all i know in the summer time i can make the whole strip snow

you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet

Just A Touch Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah! It's 50!

[Chorus]
She got a have it man she powder her nose
And you can see she was a freak I suppose
She in the telly she use all three holes
Man you know me I just go with the flow
Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit

[Verse 1]
And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top
Fast, prayin that the condom pop
That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood to me
Now Hollywood's been real real good to me
Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just ain't shit
In the whip she gives CPR to my dick
You losin 'em baby, get 'em up quick
This role play I'm really gettin into this shit
In the telly on all fours I'm ridin that horse
Screamin WOO HA!!! till my voice is lost
Call me 50 call me daddy you can call me the boss
My dick XXL you can call me The Source
You can lie 'bout my performance and give bad reviews
A quickie suppose to be quick bitch I kept on my shoes
Oh you thought we had a love thing girl you confused
Don't listen to the gossip it's never ever true
They say I do things that I never ever do
On the radio, they say me and you a item
Nas fall in love with hoes me I just like 'em
I can't be your man Paris head game great
And Eve's usin dildos on her sex tape
Ashanti's lil' ass butt naked in the truck
These bitches is poppin off why would I tie myself up
At the Super Bowl Janet Jackson showed me a tit
Other niggaz saw it but I felt she showed me it
Times is hard in the yard baby this is real shit
My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick

Bridge:
Wait a minute baby hold on, I'm just tryin to fix the camera
You know, relax, ha ha h, I'm comin, yeah
It's on you got the water in the tub
Wanna get in the tub, ha ha ha ha

Chorus:
She got a have it man she powder her nose
And you can see she was a freak I suppose
She in the telly she use all three holes
Man you know me I just go with the flow
Just a touch, a blow, a lil' bit, and it's on

Life's on the Line (Nobody Likes Me) Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Nobody likes me...
Nobody likes me
But that's ok
Cuz I don't like yall anyway
An' I don't like yall anyway
Fuck all yall! My watch talk to me
My whip talk to me
My gat talk for me
BLAW! what up homie
The bitches who don't know me
They wanna blow me
Cuz the shit I floss with
be sayin' everything for me
I came into rap humbly
I don't give a fuck now
I'll serve anybody
like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up
Cats just come down
The D's run in my crib
I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me
They don't even stash cracks
They keep it on 'em
Right there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga
I don't pretend to
I'll Have the paramedics wrappin'
Your fuckin' head like a Hindu
Look I ain't goin' nowhere
So be used to me
OG's look at me
An' see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke
The nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice
Went broke an' sold soap
The thug that pop shit
The thug that pop myth's
The thug that went from 3 1/2
To a whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind
Goin' against me
My bitches pray at the words
That make a blind man see

(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Ya'll niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out
How ya'll started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six

(Verse 2)
I'm not a marksman while sparkin'
So I spray random
Not a pretty nigga
But my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say
She say shit
Unless he say
She says
She on my dick
It's no coincidence
Niggas who fuck wit' me
Get shot up (blaw, blaw)
I'll do a Cali-style-
Drive by, an' tear your block up
You soft duke
You puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit' the mack
Them niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they're like "Damn!"
"50 really spit it on 'em."
"You heard that shit?"
"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em."
Beef, you don't want none
So don't start none
You just a small playa in this game
Play your part, son

(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line

(Verse 3)
These cats always
Escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks
An' only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them
An' they say they got a fast car
Nascar
Truck with a crash bar
An' TV's in the dash, Pa
See them in the five
Wit' stock rims
I just laugh, Pa
I catch stunts
When I ain't tryin'
I ain't lyin'
I sip Don P 'til I spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get out of line
I'll get you hit up
Now if you say my name
In your rhymes
You better watch what you say
You get carried away
You could get shot
An' carried away
Now here's a list of MC's
That could kill you in eight bars
50, ummm....
Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now
An'never again
We ain't buddies
We ain't partners
An' we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin'
You get killed like that
Actin' like you all hard
You ain't built like that
See me, when you see me nigga
What! What!

(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Ya'll niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out
How ya'll started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six

In da Club (Remix) (Featuring Beyonce) (Clean) Lyrics

[50 Cent:]
Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Shorty
It's you're birthday
We gonna party like
It's you're birthday

[Chorus (x2): 50 Cent]
You can find me In Da Club
Bottle full of Bub
Momma got what you need
you need to feel buzzed
I'm into having sex I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug
If you're into getting rough

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama In Da Club
Now that I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love
And Homie ain't nothing changed
Rolls down, G's up
Then we suck her tits while pumping gogo gogogogo
I see Xzbit in the cut, Hey Man If you watch how I move you mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp
In Da Hood, In L.A., They saying 50 you hot
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But, Holla, in New York, for sure, they tell you I'm loco
When the plan is to put the rap game on a choke hold
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a meal out the deal and I'm still on the grind
And shorty said she feelin' my stash, she feeling my flow
Her girlbiiiitch pussy to get by and they ready to go

[Chorus (x2): 50 Cent]
You can find me In Da Club
Bottle full of Bub
Momma got what you need
you need to feel buzzed
I'm into having sex I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug
If you're into getting rough

[Bridge 1: 50 Cent]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homie aint done up and i aint changed

[Beyonce:]
No Shorty, it's Beyoncé,
We gon' party like it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink up in the air if you look sexy!

[Verse 2: Beyonce]
I'm the chick with the hottish, manolo blahnik,
Jimmy choo kicks, killin' it, who you with?
Me my girls at the party with the diamond zinati's
I'm that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body.
I'm that fly chick 5*6 Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabulous, glamourous, its effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci

[Chorus (x2): Beyonce]
You'll find me in the club, sippin' on some bub,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, ya sexy little thug.

[Bridge 2: Beyonce]
My nails, my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib, my car, my clothes, my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed.

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
You should love it, way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad, I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood now you trying to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumping In Da Club it's on
I wink my eye at you chicks
If she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking about money homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told 'cause go 'head switch the style up
And if they hate then let them hate and watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
C'mon, they know where we be Whew!!

[Bridge 1: 50 Cent]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homie aint done up and i aint changed

[verse 4: Beyonce]
I'm that girl wearing Chanel pearls,
Chandeliers in my ears from Bailey Banks and Biddle's
Ya feelin my style, ya feelin my flow
Hair sheek, smells sweet, like flow to flow?
I'm the lady sipping Baileys while I strut like a model
If the ladies wanna hate me I just send them a bottle
I know I got it but don't flaunt it even though brotha's want it,
Dancin' dirty while I'm flirtin', 'cause he checkin' up on me.

[Chorus (x2): Beyonce]
You'll find me in the club, sippin' on some bub,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, ya sexy little thug.

[Bridge 2 (Outro): Beyonce]
My nails my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib, my car, my clothes, my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed, ohhh

[Outro: 50 Cent]
(Laughing)
Ha Ha Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither
We In Da Club all the time, So pop, pop off
Shady Aftermath
Ha Ha

I Don't Know (Featuring Prodigy, Spider Loc, Lloyd Banks & Ma$e) Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street
You gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
I don't know nothin 'bout settlin no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get me some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin all I know who givin
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary
All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When the album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us cause somebody's shit hangin
That had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin

[Chorus: Spider Loc]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise
Oops my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep

[Chorus: Ma$e]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 5: Ma$e]
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for every time I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why these Harlem CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work,
I don't know

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

I'll Whip Ya Head Boy Lyrics

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies, then wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip, and niggaz know I get biz

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' one to school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
Now the nine will jam right in my hand

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

Hate It Or Love It (G-Unit Remix) Lyrics

[50 Cent:]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probablly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
four-four fingering, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

[The Game:]
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[50 Cent:]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

[The Game:]
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya (G-Unit)
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggaz better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti's got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth

[50 Cent:]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

[Lloyd Banks:]
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[50 Cent:]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

[Lloyd Banks:]
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[50 Cent:]
From the beginnin' to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change
its stayin' the same

[Lloyd Banks:]
How many hidden bowls is with'cha ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with the snub, cause niggaz do a lotta slick talkin' in the club
Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed hit never listen
If I see him then i'ma lift'em and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then it'll be me on the floor

[50 Cent:]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

[Tony Yayo:]
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[50 Cent:]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

[Tony Yayo:]
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the leases
My mama whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I bless
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

[Young Buck:]
You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug bout born to die
I took the bullets outta 50, put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check

[50 Cent:]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

[Young Buck:]
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[50 Cent:]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

[Young Buck:]
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

Follow My Lead (featuring Robin Thicke) Lyrics

[50 Cent]
Yeah... ladies and gentlemen~!
I'd like to thank y'all for comin out tonight
It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm

[Intro: Robin Thicke] + (50 Cent)
Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you 'round the globe with me
I got dough (ha ha) plenty baby you can blow with me
And baby I know (uh-huh) that money ain't ev-ery-thing
But it's fo' sho' (fo' sho, fo' sho') and ain't for nothin when you fuck, with, me
Now when I go

[Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Robin Thicke)
(Follow my lead)
Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down, put your trust in me
Baby follow my lead (follow my lead)
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me
Follow my lead - follow my lead
I'm the one girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead

[50 Cent]
Don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 fuckin crazy
50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I like you a lot, I don't wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, I'll call you a bitch
Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit
And have to say, "Baby I apologize"
Cross my fingers, God forgive me for tellin lies
Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much
I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent
Baby I can pass the day
Watchin you model lingerie
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty if it's okay
You can be my Beyonce, I'll be your Jay
Ha ha~! I got a great sense of humor
First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya
Or do ya?

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
After seven hours, New York to London, you're wonderin
What's gon' be the next stop - I told you
I'm a don, you gon' know I'm a don
After you shop 'til your feet hurtin in Milan
Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish
They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask your fam about me, they say 50 we love him
Without them there's no me, so I love them
Man they're the reason I exist, the reason I insist
I'm never less than the best, I'm perfection I guess
As my niggaz are stressed, I pass the test
Everytime I drop, I'm burnin hot
So I don't care if she loves me or loves me not
Long as I enjoy the time that we spend
I ain't lookin for commitment, we can fuck and be friends
Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz
I get it done with speed

[Chorus] (with Robin Thicke ad libs)

{*more ad libs to fade*}

Feel Good Lyrics

[50 Cent]
Yayo

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah man. You know, you know like, the cars, you know,
foreign cars, european cars, the jewlery, you know what Im sayin,
the big homes, we do all this shit for the bitches if you think about it.
Even down to the shape ups to the sneakers man.

[Lloyd Banks]
You know how it goes, money, hoes and clothes!

[Tony Yayo]
Shit man, you know my motto man..

[50 Cent]
Whats your motto?

[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]
I keep sayin I dont love these hoes, I keep sayin I dont love these hoes
Man I dont love em man..
I keep sayin I dont love these hoes, I keep sayin I dont love these hoes
But she make me feel good! Ma you make me feel good! Man, she make
me feel good! Girl, you make me feel good! Bitch, you make me feel good!
Ma you make me feel good! Man, she make
me feel good! Girl, you make me feel good! Girl, you make me feel good!

[Verse 1, Tony Yayo]
Macavalli, bitch, stay in LA, and my prada mami live in BK
You know my Chloe hoe, she hold it fo-fo, buy her a bag,
she ride it like a rodeo. I miss my Fendy chick, used to be a
Wendys bitch. I had to supersize her, now she lookin proper
The price of good pussy aint always worth it, it can make
you insane or get you murdered
And shorty layin on her back while you blowin tro, so dont
trust her big butt and her smile, and shorty layin on her
back while you blowin tro, so dont trust her big butt and
smile, you heard me?

[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]

[Verse 2, 50 Cent]
Special, Im a special kinda nigga, look at my life baby girl,
everything is bigger. The stash is bigger, my cash is bigger,
Your friends cupid cute for me you see your ass is bigger
Im into bigger things, me I like bigger shit, a nigga
stuntin front of me I buy a bigger whip. The beat pop off,
Im lettin of a bigger clip, we swallow champagne, them niggas
takin lil sips
I fucked a white bitch, she said I had a lil dick, she had a big
pussy, a real real big kid
I buy big cribs, man Im flyin big jets, motherfucker Im as big
as big and big gets


[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]

[Verse 3, Lloyd Banks]
They say Banks I love you, and I say I love me too
They throwin it right at me, what the fuck am I
supposed to do?
But turn her so I regular, and a couple of overdo
When Im done, what I do, Im dumpin her on the crew
And this is everyday, It wont stop till Im old Im gray
And Im droppin the MIA
pop when Im on my stage
shop then Im on my way
First class to the A, I got a show later today, thats
more people to play
Im too grown for Ricky shit, Too colored to get pussy whip
Keep a extra bitch around in case you want a pussy lick
That Id never do, thats unedible, I got somethin better boo,
my pipe game incredible.

[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]

[Verse 4, Young Buck]
She calls me daddy, carries my Louis Vuitton luggage, Frank Muellers
my wrist, and shes usin your money
These round trip flights
Dennies and Benihanas, Im callin more bitches then Azer Thomas
And she love it, them other hoes hate her, and plus I hear
Game is better then Fantasia
Shorty I dont love you, Im just feelin good,
I know I said Id buy it, did you think I really would?
You know Im still hood, 6 o clock, Jack in a box with your bitch
at the drive through, you know how I do, so lets ride boo
We gon see, I be Brad Pitt, you be Angelina Jolie
Or Jay Z and B
Haha

[Chorus, Tony Yayo, 50 Cent]

Don't Need No Help Lyrics

Intro-
Yeahhh...
Whooo Whooo.. Whooo Whooo..
Haha..
Fuck Tha Police!

Verse-
Think about it every time you bitches come around (yeah)
either we runnin' or we layin' on the fuckin' ground (come on)
just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club
they called the ambulance and y'all dan't even show up (bang)
oh let me tell you about La Ricky when he took his bullets (ok)
you want the trigger man, y'all was the ones that pull it (oh)
thats why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis
before he let you cowards kill him, he just came and sprayed it (come on)
Now what you wan' do (whooo whooo), bitch i got a gun too (whooo, whooo)
we gon' keep on sendin' shots (whooo, whooo), everytime y'all come through (whooo, whooo)
got the nerve to tell him nigga put his hands up
and beat him to the ground (yeah), when they put the boy in handcuffs

Chorus-
Fuck, Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
even if i bleed to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
and to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)

Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)

Verse-
We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid (come on)
whoever was the pigs we would go and split his wig (haha)
and as the years passed, niggaz only got worse
jumped in to the game, shit, gotta protect our turf (what up nigga)
we had enough of gettin' handcuffed and pulled over
we started tryin' knock they heads off they fuckin' shoulders (boom)
now where my soliders at, get ready for combat
im livin' like them niggaz that dunn went to Vietnam, hey (G-Unit!)
so if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
the whole force of police, is what they gon' need (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
one of a kind, i'm the last of a dying breed
even the one that was before me, he was sayin'..

Chorus-
Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
even if i beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
and to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)

Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)

Outro-
When i'm in New York, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When i'm in Tennessee, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When i'm out in LA nigga WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP!
(yeah)
ATL already know WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP!

Die At an Early Age. Lyrics

Why do we die at an early age? Our street is full of drive-by's and gansters of the wall. Shooting two pockets of paintballs. Some say they run the streets and we brush they fucking fore-head.What the hell happened to you? The red buick down the street is ready 4 action staring at my dipped dung.
Chrous
So why dont you die at an early age, ja

50 cent
Stay out the way we using the g- unit while doing it. We running in to the beat Coming out the heat. Foo we here for a reason.
To kick yo ass.
Repeat 1st paragraph

Cocaine Dreams Lyrics

Yea, G-Unit nigga
50 Cent
You Heard Me
Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk
You fat cupcake eatin' mothafucka
I'll fuck you up nigga
Fuckin' punk ass nigga
Don't nobody respect you nigga
You Preme's son nigga
Mothafucka's been gettin' extorted since day one
Its all kinda bitch in ya, chinese, spanish, black, white


I got X
Meth and slabs of cocaine
So the feds wanna search
It's like arabs boardin' tha planes
I'm in tha range
switchin' lanes
Reminiscin' on cans and sardines
And car dreams
I'm burnin' unfamiliar bud
Got a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
That'll let off and leave you hella blood
Ma I'm hip to tha game
Blue ice chips in the chain
A few nights skipped on the plane
With two white chicks gettin' brain
bang bang from big heaters
Hundred dollar sneakers
Two seaters
Two ninas
And a bundle of hayes
At least enough to last fourteen days
He wouldn't sell lobster
My eyes slanted like Pharell's partner
Nigga respect like your father when it comes to drama
I put tha llama to your mama
and beat her like a pinata
Nigga I been hotta since '97
You been beggin' tha 5th kick like a kung-fu legend
One blue seven
Whats poppin' nigga?
Different day same shit
What you coppin' nigga?
S-K's want bricks, shit
You wind up dead with this
So why turn soft?
Straight bullets will burn a niggas sideburns off
I gotta model with a sick ass
Bagged her off 5th ave.
Fucked her offa hot dog and a playoff knick pass
Now we shoppin in tha malls on tha westcoast
And as far as pussy
I been through more walls than asbestos
So lets toast
And have a sex on tha beach
These niggas quotin' my lines like a Martin Luther King speech
Remember Patrice
She looked like Kelis
Met her in club
And caught her eyein' my piece
And with all the birds at tha show
I had to fuck tha crazy hoe
Callin' Hot 97 'cause she knows I'm on tha radio
(Ha Ha Bitch)

[50 Talking]
Yea
Ja you little Stuart Little lookin' mothafucka
Catch you I'll break your mothafuckin' neck nigga
You only weigh 110 pounds you little faggot
I know tha stylist you been fuckin' too nigga
I paid him 50,000
Check my album out nigga
February 11th you gonna hear him talk
You little bitch
Tryin' to jump off like its a promotional stunt
Seven days before your album drop
huh..you little bitch

Order of protection
From who?
Who I need an order of protection from nigga? (Laughs)
Ya lil' k..awe man
Mothafuckas man
Ya'll niggas is gonna make this a lot of fun for me