50 Cent

Say what you want

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)

Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?"
I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit
If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup

(Tony Yayo)
I get money, money I got
so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta
heavy pistol sales for living
my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep
thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
see me in a black lex, hard-top
My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
So I'm gon sell like the box office features
Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches
and plus we on the road to the riches

(chorus: repeat 2X)
You can say what you want about me
As long as you don't get in the way of my money
Cause all that talking shit to me played out
Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out

(Lloyd Banks)
Lately I been going through a phase
Hope they aint tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore I'm on the move with the squad
I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewels on a broad
I'd rather put shoes on the car
A pool in the yard
You don't really wanna fool with the god
Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
Tryin to be cool
Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes
And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses

(chorus)

(50 Cent)
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
What I learned from watching Brucie B
Look, I shot the sheriff
And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends
Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz
I'm all about the chips
I done took them trips
22's on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more
I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need
But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged
Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
Gimme his watch and his chain
We not the same, he a lame
He want pussy I'm bout my money man
Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
I'll see you another day motherfucker it's 50
Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker

(chorus)

Soldier

(feat. G-Unit)

(50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking)

(Hook)
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!

(50 Cent)
It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis

(Hook)
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)

(Lloyd Banks)
It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats
I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
Duck nigga, everdays war
I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store
Don't make me send the piece at you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
Look creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
So I'mma fuck all fifty fans
Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down
We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown
I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya

(Hook)
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)

(Tony Yayo)
I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four five six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em
Give it up, Burger King is hirin'
You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line
So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a nina and a mack
I have you like Khia, my neck, my back

Back seat / tony yayo

(feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit))

(50 Cent)
Now play my Tony Yayo shit

Yeah, 50 Cent
G-Unit
Remix
Tony Yayo
We gonna do it again

(Hook: repeat 2X)
Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo
Back seat of X5 or Range Rov'
So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe

(Tony Yayo)
Hey yo, my truck talk for me
If I was bummy and ugly
Your bitch'll still have love for me
As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me
Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
And them loud system full of bass and highs
You see that X5 BM
Packed with Puerto Ricans
Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH)

(50 Cent)
Might see me in the Jeep
Rollin' 'round 4 deep
And you know we on the creep
Nigga, I'm holdin' it

(Hook)

(Tony Yayo)
Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road
I pull the seats back
Put the sheets in the luggage rack
Pull out my balls
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick "Bend over, mami"
Hit 'em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's
Now bitch, get on your knees
You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats
Where's your baby mama?
She in the truck and I'm blessin her
Undressing her
Make hop out for air re-freshener
I ain't stressing her
'Cause my rims keep checkin her
She's 21, my rim size older than her
TWENTY TWO'S

(50 Cent)
Niggas say they want beef
But when they see me in the street
They don't slow down to speak
'Cause they know I'm holdin ..

(Hook)

Banks victory

(feat. Lloyd Banks)

(50 Cent)
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

(Lloyd Banks)
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga

(50 Cent)
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin dirtbag

Elementry

(feat. G-Unit, Scarlett)

(50 Cent) G Unit!
(50 Cent) A, B
(Scarlett) You can't fuck with me
(50 Cent) C, D
(Scarlett) We from the Harlem streets
(50 Cent) E, F
(Scarlett) Don't talk me to death
(50 Cent) G, H
(Scarlett) It's elementary

(Scarlett)
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white, ya like?
Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y.
I'm Harlem bound
You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round
Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs
I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her."
She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips
20's for the six
Hollows for the clips
Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch
And the police we'll have another crime scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake

(50 Cent - Hook)
The boss spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying,
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me"
It's elementary

(Lloyd Banks)
1,2,3,4
(50 Cent)
Lloyd Banks' in the house
(Lloyd Banks)
Now get the fuck on the floor
I slid through the front door
With the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
Getting frustrating mail
So I'm drinking and smoking
Thinking and hoping
This cell gon' open
You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow
I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes
Hell no
I ain't paying for pleasure
Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure
It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine

(Hook)

(Tony Yayo)
I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid
Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability
When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me
So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter fact back down
'Cause I just passed security without no pat down
You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos
50 got me getting ass like I never did
So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid

(Hook)

(50 Cent)
The cat in the house go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow
The bird in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet
It's elementary

E.m.s

(feat. G-Unit)

(male sings in background, which repeats the last word on every other line during 50 Cent's verse; then says "body" throughout Banks & Yayo's verse)

(50 Cent)
Ga ga G-Unit! (body) haha, yo, yo

I need no introduction, everybody (body)
Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high-tech and I'm not Pradi (Pradi)
You see me in the club
You better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I'm somebody (body)
Cause I get on that jet, in 5 minutes flat
Niggas'll come back, shoot up your party (party)
If I don't have fun, nobody havin' none
I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty (shorty)
Shout out to my nigga Juvie, whack goes here buck
My niggas from New Orleans, wodie (wodie)
If we on the same page, when you see me on stage
You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me (plaud me)
You know how I get, I'm still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga

(Tony Yayo)
I run around with the trey (body) pound like its a sport
And call my name in the bench, while I sit in court
I got a million dollar smile (body), and a fist full of pesos
And the wrist so icey, it could light up a stage show
In the club (body), nigga I stay holdin'
Cause I'm on point for them wolves, and sheep clothin'
I play the bar (body), with a double shot of Henny
Cause after this spot, its cheaters, and envy
(Shorty if you feel a nigga, call me) (body)

(Lloyd Banks)
Yeah, Banks, yeah
Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck
Clowny time ain't gonna put me in a bigger truck
Fuck kids, it (body) ain't my turn to be stressed
A bitch worse nightmare is a paternity test
I'm too young to be faithful (body)
If money, means love, I hate you
I only trick on the first of April
Holla at me, if you thugged (body) out shorty ready to fight you
Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the snub out for me
And if your not don't even (body) call me

(gun shot fired, yelling)

Clue shit!

( Intro - 50 Cent talking )
You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like
yeah, I told her I write music for a living
And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent
And she said "oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music
I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time"
And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick
I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man
Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue
And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy
Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker
See me I switch up hoopties cause niggaz play me, just to shoot me
You know how it is in the hood

Dead men don't hear no applause
Don't men don't go off on tours
Dead men don't accept no awards
50 that thought you was dead kid, kid

( chorus - 2X)
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me

( Verse 1 )
I don't hesitate to pull out the burnin' nigga
I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga
I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top
I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots
And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin'
If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah)
When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh)
You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo)
I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change
My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains
Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr)
You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh)
I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah)
About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh)
I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump
I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT)

( chorus )
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh)
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back)
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga)

50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh)
Niggaz thought they got me
9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me

( Outro - 50 Cent talking )
This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit)
DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early)
(Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent)
Damn, (we both from Queens)
That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin')
(Hey, ya'll niggaz cannot stop Queens) (WOO)

G-unit / u.t.p

(feat. Bun B (U.G.K.), Young Buck (G-Unit))

(Male voice talking)
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla

(50 Cent)
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out

Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga, it's now or never
I'm wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga, it's all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let's get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I'm done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22's, sittin' on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn't have to say that, y'all already know

(chorus - 2X)
From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin' to see
If everythin' is alright

Ya'll niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from U.T.P.
Everythin' is alright

(Young Buck)
For those who couldn't figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it, in 24 hours
Cause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)
Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin' weed
Shakin' them haters off, bouncin' to this jukin' beat
Fuckin' with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin'
Lettin' New York know these Unica niggas ain't stuntin'
Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
After these messages we'll be right back
Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a
Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga
After you finish your collard greens and cornbread
Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin'

(chorus)

(Bun B)
From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
I got the Columbian, and I'm gonna hold 'em down
When you get close, call nigga I'm gonna guide you down
You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin'
In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin'
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They locked my partner Gus up for smokin' weed and speedin'
But he'll be home though, probably about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year
But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn't?
Well come to find out, my homey found somethin'
But he had to choke a bitch, and fo' pound somethin'
Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped 'em
Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em
And pumped 'em and pumped 'em, and pumped 'em and pumped 'em

(chorus)

(Male voice talking)
We over here, E, shots of, sippin' on Courvoisier
Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha

U not like me

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

(Verse)
Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
(click, click) you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn

(chorus 2X)
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

(Verse)
Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE

(chorus 2x)
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

(Verse)
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha

(chorus 2x)
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

(Ad-libing to the end)

Don't push me


(feat. Lloyd Banks, Eminem)

(50 Cent)
I need you to pray for me and
I need you to care for me and
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm heading,'cause I know where I've been
Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing
I come up with something
Come through your strip, fronting, stunting
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning
Haters hate that I'm winnning
Man I've been hot from the beginning
Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy
'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping
Once I squeeze the first shot
No I aint stopping till my clip is empty
I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with
Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke
Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga
Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling

(50 Cent)
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

(Lloyd Banks)
I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry
To young to understand, the consequences of man
Living a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if If I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas
'Cause they fronting 20 years
Of watching my mama's tears
Got me heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it
These niggas don't want me balling, they want me bury
Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
Laying with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
'Cause I'mma stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels gon' call my number
Under, my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lieing , bounty hunters got me flying
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching
What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion
End of discussion
My blood is colder, so I'm bolder
And it's either soda
Hood on my my shoulder
Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier

(50 Cent)
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

(Eminem)
These are my ideas
This is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I solved with my balls, my ears
This is me who's gotta be
What you see on TV
What you hear on CD
What appears easy
Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
Fronting like it's all fun and games
Till they shoot 'em up bang
Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing
Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying
I bully my way in this game, man I'm done playing
Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing
I'mma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers
There's no way I'mma back down, like a goddamn coward
I can't, how would I look as man bowing to his knees
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me
Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall?
I'll show you Marshall, I try to show you art
Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start
Showing you fucken old farts a whole other side
I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with
Some fucken marshmellow, little soft yellow
Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause

(50 Cent)
Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

Right now I'm on the edge
So don't push me
I aim straight for your head
So don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead
So don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

Like my style

(feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit))

(50 Cent)
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) I know you like style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot
The hoodrats they say "He so crazy"
The snitches they say "He tried to spray me"
That's what you get for tryin to play me
The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY
No matter how you try you can't stop it
I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit
"50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this
Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us
They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas
Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product

(chorus: 50 Cent)
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how

(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how

(50 Cent)
The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like "baby girl I like them curves"
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard

From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us
Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love
And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin
Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin
We family baby, kissin cousins
Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin
After we play, ok, got to ya husband

(chorus: 50 Cent)

(50 Cent (Tony Yayo))
Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style (Uh huh)
You gone like how I break it down

(Tony Yayo)
You're not really, really ready (ready)
The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!
You're not really, really ready (ready)
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin
You're not really, really ready (ready)
Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin
You're not really, really ready (ready)
You think ya ready, ya not (ya not)
Really really ready (ready)

Back down

Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...

(chorus: 50 Cent)

It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN

Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...

(chorus)

"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah's crack child
Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)

(chorus)

I ain't tellin anyone you pussy
I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patently waitin to BLOWW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga
I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)

High all the time

(chorus)
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit
Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

(Verse 1)
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell'em HOLD up,
You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood

I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud

(chorus)

(Verse 2)
Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I- twist that la, la, la, la

I get high as I wanna nigga
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga
I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne

(chorus)

(Verse 3)
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

(chorus)

G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come

Many men (wish death)

(feat. Lloyd Banks)

(Lloyd Banks)
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker

(50 Cent)
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

(Lloyd Banks)
50, calm down, here he come

(9 Shots)

(Banks and 50)
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

(50 Cent)
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

(50 Cent)
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

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

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

Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

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

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing

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

Patiently waiting

(feat. Eminem)

(50 Cent talking)
Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right...I.. I owe you for this one

(chorus)
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
Fall of your so wrong

(50 Cent)

I've finished it in my head
Like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic with passin just from 9-11 (yea)
The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)
Shit I aint even got to try to shine
God's a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain
I got scribtures in my brain
I can spit at your thang
Straight out the good book
Look niggaz is shook
50 fear no man warrior
Swing swords like Conan
Picture me pen in hand
Write lines knowin' THE SOURCE will quote it
When I die they'll read this
And say a genius wrote it
I grew up witout my Pop
Shit that make me bitter
I caught cases and got out
Does that make me a quitter
In this white mans world
I'm simmilar to a squirral
Lookin for a slut
Wit a nice but to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone
Will stop ringing again
These industry niggaz ain't friends
They know how to pretend

(chorus (2x))
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin Im'a fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(It's 50!!)

(Eminem)

Youve been patiently waiting
To make it through all the hate
And debatin weither or not
You can even weather the storm
When she lay on the table
They operating to save you
It's like a Angel came to you
Sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy
But they ain't crazy lets face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit they ain't sayin shit
Spray umh 50 (gun shots)
A to K get in the way
I bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem
You stayin wit me
Don't let me lose you
I'm not tryin to confuse you
When I let lose wit this oozee
And just shoot through you Izuzu
You get the message
Am I gettin through to you
You know it's comin
You motherfuckers dont even kno do you
Take some BIG and some PAC
And you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top
What the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers
Tied up in a knot
The Juggernaughts of this rap shit
Like it or not it's like a fight to the top
To see who die for the spot
You put your life in this
Nothin like survivng a shot
Y'all know what time it is
Soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats
Cause I get alot
Shady Records was 80 seconds
Away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children
Nuclear showers theres nothin spookier
Your now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50!

(chorus)
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(It's 50!!)
It's the Gun Squad here
And you hear the shots go off
(It's 50, They say It's 50)
You see a nigga laid out
Wit his fuckin top blown off
(It's 50, Man that was'nt 50)
They don't holla my name

(50 Cent)
You should'nt throw stones
If you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw
You should watch your mouth
Cause I'll break your face
Have you ass runnin
Mumbling to the check
Your going against me dogg
You makin a mistake
I split yo lip
You lookin like them
Michael Jack-Son Jackets
Wit all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat
You can call me Skipper
The way I turn the money over
You should call me Flipper
Your Bitch a regular Bitch
Your callin her Wifey
I fucked her feed her fast food
You keepin' her Icee
I'm down to sell records
But not my soul
Snoop said this in '94
"We don't love them ho's"
I got pennies for my dogs
Now I'm rich
See the 20's spinnin'
Lookin mean on the 6
Nigga's wearin flags
Cause the colors match they clothes
The get caught in the wrong hood
And filled up with holes
Motherfucka'

(chorus (2x))
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin Im'a fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(It's 50!!)

Life's on the line

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
... And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For bitches who don't know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

(Verse One)
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

(Hook)
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)

(Verse Two)
Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, 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 say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted 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 player in this game, play a part son

(Hook)

(Verse Three)
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and 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, one (one)

(Hook)

Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

You already know

(f/ lloyd banks, young buck)

(intro: lloyd banks)
uh! uh! uh! uh! uh!

(chorus: lloyd banks)
you already know, my mind is on my dough
a millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
i'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
high blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that i don't even know
and if i wasn't banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
from the benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
if you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

(verse 1: lloyd banks)
i move like it's po' po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
fo' fo' beside me, hoes know to find me
wherever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (woo!!!)
hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
if i go broke i make you and your man strip dummy
yeah nigga, you don't want it with them their bigger
cross us, your on somethin we bare niggaz
yeah nigga here trigga teflon chest gone g's up
freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
it's the protege of 50, inspired by biggie
burns more than ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
i been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin more than ever
dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather
i'm a good fella, in a g-unit hood sweater
if your bitch give me a sign i'm a get her

(chorus: lloyd banks)
you already know, my mind is on my dough
a millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
i'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
high blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that i don't even know
and if i wasn't banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
from the benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
if you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

(verse 2: 50 cent)
cause were always focused we move around with the toasters
push the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach us
we in the club with the pokers, steppin in gucci loafers
stuntin in testerossas, stylin in front of vultures
ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us
after the show they blow us, and do all type of shit to us
now i can speak for me cause me everywhere i be
niggaz know i'm a g, got it locked got the keys
we move from bundles to d sippin on hennessy
buck rollin the trees, banks countin the cheese
we get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
you stuck in the hood, aw that ain't good
different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex
condom, condo, i'm tight my money long though
you lookin for a drink bitch i ain't what you lookin for

(chorus: lloyd banks)
you already know, my mind is on my dough
a millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
i'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
high blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that i don't even know
and if i wasn't banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
from the benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
if you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

(verse 3: young buck)
i'm out on bond but the forty still on me
bouncin 'round like lil' jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies
watch i hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
i keep on losin shootin dice and i'm sick of this shit
clientele still poppin so the junkies keep comin
and my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin money
on thgis block till the sun drop i don't have a home
i do not stop, sellin rocks, thug till i'm gone
got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
some g-unit shoes probably full of tatooes
'bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
tell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna trip
i keep it dirty on the east coast dirty on the west
just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
banks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what i'm a do nigga

(chorus: lloyd banks)
you already know, my mind is on my dough
a millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
i'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
high blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that i don't even know
and if i wasn't banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
from the benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
if you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

Window shopper

(intro)
ohh
the top feels so much better than the bottom
so much better

(chorus)
ja you's a window shopper
mad at me, i think i know why
jada you's a window shopper
in the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
joe you's a window shopper
in the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
nas you's a window shopper
mad as fuck when you see me ride by

(verse 1)
summertime white porche carrera is milky
im on the grind let my paper stack when i'm filthy
funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
i'll get down, southsides the hood that i come from
so i dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
you know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
it aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
at the dice game who told you put a g up
everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
when i come around y'all niggas better act right
when we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
when we rollin' rollin' rollin'
shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga when we rollin' rollin' rollin'

(chorus)
ja you's a window shopper
mad at me, i think i know why
jada you's a window shopper
in the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
joe you's a window shopper
in the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
nas you's a window shopper
mad as fuck when you see me ride by

(verse 2)
niggas love me in l.a. as soon as i pop in
they come scoop me up in lax and i hop in
when it comes to bad bitches you know i got them
some from long beach, some from watts, some from compton
you know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
after that 5 hour flight from new york
i start spitting g at a bitch like a pimp man
tell her meet me at the magarane so we can do our thing
she can bring the lingerie with her i suppose
and we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
she can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
her best friend could potentially be next man
listen man, shit changed
i came up from doing my thang
homey i'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
for something get stolen, stolen, stolen

(chorus)
ja you's a window shopper
mad at me, i think i know why
jada you's a window shopper
in the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
joe you's a window shopper
in the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
nas you's a window shopper
mad as fuck when you see me ride by

I don't know officer

(f/ lloyd banks, ma$e, prodigy, spider loc)

(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
but 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 sellin 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 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 theb 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 somebody's hangin
they 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 woth your bitch in the cruise
who's 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 everytime 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 they solve them 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

Talk about me

(intro)
yeah! ha ha!

(chorus)
man everywhere i go, i mean like everywhere i be
i hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

(verse 1)
i know boo boo i mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother i'm a find that nigga
we don't see his punk ass unless he on tv
yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
member rydell from kp thought he was his man
put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
how you think he got that money for that chalk gray land
that nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can

(chorus)
man everywhere i go, i mean like everywhere i be
i hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

(verse 2)
yeah i know curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
used to come through my projects pick her up in the benz
niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him
like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right
i used to say, all i know, is the nigga get money
and you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
ronda she told me that nigga a freak
and mcdonald's ain't the only thing that he eat

(chorus)
man everywhere i go, i mean like everywhere i be
i hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

(verse 3)
i love 50 cent, that's my dad
but even my mom talk about him bad
she says since he blew up, he changed for sure
he's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
i don't know why but there personalities collide
and my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
you know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
they just like him cause he rollin with dr. dre and shady

(chorus)
man everywhere i go, i mean like everywhere i be
i hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

(verse 4)
man 50 fucked up, i mean real fucked up
he left us in the hood we fucked up
still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat
you know this motherfucker went and bought tyson's crib
got bentley's, ferrari's, and all that shit
he don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
that's the bullshit see what i'm talkin about

(chorus)
man everywhere i go, i mean like everywhere i be
i hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

(verse 5)
that's my grand baby i love him i raised that boy right
he ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock
you ain't a chump, you want your grandma to think you a punk
look at my first grand baby, he is a big rap star
bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
i tought him what it takes, to go this far
boy i'm the reason you are what you are

(chorus)
man everywhere i go, i mean like everywhere i be
i hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
man everywhere i go, i mean like everywhere i be
i hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

What if

(intro)
yeah
im fuckin with this..
its that classic shit..
that gangster shit..

yeah..

(chorus)
man i watch the sun go up and come down
sayin.. what if?
man i watch the tide roll in and roll out
sayin.. what if?
homie i play the block tryna get my packs off
sayin.. what if?
man if i get a shot, i can make it to the top
damn.. what if?

(verse)
if i got on some pretty boy shit like puffy
niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me
if i wore a suit everyday like jay-z
niggaz would think i bumped my fuckin head and went crazy
if i put diamonds in my teeth like baby
i wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like shady
if i put out bullshit joints like az
every chance niggaz get they try n play me
but i move around with a lil 3.80
a nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed b
if i smoke weed all day like snoop do
i see the world different through my dialated pupils
if i buss dance moves on ya like usher
niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya
man ima just keep doin' what i do..
cuz niggaz cant do me better than i do

(chorus)
man i watch the sun go up and come down
sayin.. what if?
man i watch the tide roll in and roll out
sayin.. what if?
homie i play the block tryna get my packs off
sayin.. what if?
man if i get a shot, i can make it to the top
damn.. what if?

(verse)
what if i had blockbuster slips like will smith
and all the backpack niggaz love me like mos def
i probably be a cool ass nigga like ice cube
picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool
what if i was a low-key nigga just laid back
hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat
man what if halle berry was my nex baby momz
shit i get that child support up with no problem
if i caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught??
cuz im that nigga everybody know from new york
what if i was a new rap nigga you didnt know
you be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow
but if i just cruise through your hood on 22's
bumpin curtis mayfield and marvin "so smooth"
and if i let the top down on the azure
yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure
haha..

(chorus)
man i watch the sun go up and come down
sayin.. what if?
man i watch the tide roll in and roll out
sayin.. what if?
homie i play the block tryna get my packs off
sayin.. what if?
man if i get a shot, i can make it to the top
damn.. what if?

We both think alike

(f/ olivia)

(50 cent (olivia) intro)
yeah..
50..
olivia..
we both think alike.. (we both think alike)

(50 cent (olivia) chorus)
now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

(50 cent verse)
i'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about shit that you know
i'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows
i be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough
you know if it aint the flow then it come from the o's
plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes
every hood every city all the gangstaz know
front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho
i make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below
see with me in v.i.p you can twist and blow
when the champagne finished baby order some more
keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor
the way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke??
if you ready to roll shorty we could just roll
when you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh)
see everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh)
so when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh)

(50 cent (olivia) chorus)
now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

(50 cent verse)
now look i know you into the shiny things
the platinum chains and the diamond rings
the 24 inch chrome on the range
i see you in your projects buy your window payin'
now shorty me and you we came up the same
the fact before rap i ain't have a thing
i hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change
i mean i got money out that ass mayne
when niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin'
cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um
stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um
now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um
but back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang
first its off with the bra then its the g-string (uh oh)
we leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh)
and get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh)

(50 cent (olivia) chorus)
now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

When it rains it pours

(intro)
yeah..
its 50
one shot, one kill, what's the deal?
yeah, what's the deal?
listen..

(chorus)
lil' homie, when it rains it pours
hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
you caught in lead showers, just because
niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
end up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
it usually, goes down over money and whores
but lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours

(verse)
aint nutin changed, niggaz doin the same old shit
them new hollow tips and them same old clips
in the projects niggaz fuck with the same old chicks
and somehow they still think there game so sick
now i'm finna rip, niggaz know i'm about my grip
i dont trick man i barely even feed a bitch
she say im stingy, i said i dont need you bitch
go ahead leave, see if i chase you, shiit
tell your mami, i catch her on the street i'ma get her
she know i'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga
she jus' mad, cuz a nigga pockets all swoll'
when she asked to borrow sumthin', i said hell naw
i was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
so keep your mind on your money and dont trus no bitch
keep your head high notes when them pigs came
but her ass kinda fat so niggaz treat her the same
this is real..

(chorus)
lil' homie, when it rains it pours
hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
you caught in lead showers, just because
niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
end up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
it usually, goes down over money and whores
but lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours

(verse)
it was blood stains on my stoop when ??eyeball?? got shot
when homicide outside, nigga i'm not
its the third time niggaz dunn circled the block
its money out now, yeah, but damn its hot
they love to catch a nigga on a direct sale
they say tell us who caught the body or you goin' to jail
look if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
say what's happenin' to the captain and what's up to the searg'
fuck bein' in a cage man that shit for the birds
charlie drunk drinkin' while irish row's on the curb
i know a spot fulla niggaz tryna get a few bucks
hopin' then nutin' come out they gon' have um some luck
ph to the deuce, they stumbled off matt
lost his re-up money man that's all he had
magazine from the store so he can look at the cars
and do pull-ups in the park on the monkey bars
man it's fucked..

(chorus)
lil' homie, when it rains it pours
hollow tips and talons, when it rains it pours
you caught in lead showers, just because
niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
end up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
it usually, goes down over money and whores
but lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours

(outro)
(gunshots, sirens, choppers, rain, thunder)

I'll whip ya head boy

(f/ young buck)

(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, you'll get your cap 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, you'll get your cap 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 whateva 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, you'll get your cap 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, you'll get your cap 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 movie
come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
i hit her with the llama to get this kick
there is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe
but she don't know it, damn, ok go away
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
when i'm not in the jam, i write 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, you'll get your cap 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, you'll get your cap 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?
im takin' everythang, jewellry 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
im inpatient 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 steff, right nigga lef'
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, you'll get your cap 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, you'll get your cap pealed
i'll whip your head boy, your ass could get killed

Hustlers ambition

(like the fire needs the air)
(i won't burn unless your there)

yea, i need you,i need you to hate
so i can use you for your energy
you know, its real shit, feel this!

(verse 1)
america's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
black chucks, black skullies, leather pelle-pelle
i take spills over raymo shit, i'ma fan
got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
the women on my life bring confusion shit
so like nino from new jack, i'll have to cancel that bitch
look at me, this is the life i chose
niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
i build an empire on the low the narc's don't know
i'm the weatherman, i take that coco leaf and make that snow
sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
o after o, you know, homey i'm just triple beam, dreamin
niggaz be schemin, i'm fiendin to live a good life
the fiends just fiendin
conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
the penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

(chorus)
i want the finer things in my life
so i hustle (hustle)
nigga you get in my way when while i'm tryin to get mine
and i'll buck you (buck you)
i don't care who you run with, or where you from
nigga fuck you (fuck you)
i want to find the thing thats in my life
so i hustle (hustle)

(verse 2)
yea, i don't know shit about gymnastics i summersault bricks
black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip
i cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
send me them seeds i'll grow 'em what they need
them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic
and i'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
i sold everythin i'ma hustler, i know how to grind
step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
if you analyze me, what you'll find is the dna recrock

what goes in my mind, its contagious
hypnotic, it sounds melodic
if the rap was the block or spider, i'll be poke and butter
now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
and you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

(chorus)

(verse 3)
its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
it's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
in the jewels with your chains
i upgrade from 30 bs to clean vs
rocks that i copped procedes from the spot
i got the energy to win, i'm full of adrenaline
played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
i make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
now i can invite yo ass out to my estate
them holi tip bent me up, but i'm back in shape
pour crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
i'm like the east coast number one playboy b
hugh hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
the feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
hello!

(chorus)

Material girl 2000

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'...
we wasn't serious and shit...

I'm a hustler

Rule number one don't go against the grain
Rule number two give respect where respect due
Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
(gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame
Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
Don't mean nothin changed but the things my money bring
My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
You peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail
I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines
An old timer schooled me don't burn bridges my friend
Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim
I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York
Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk
He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve

(chorus)
(Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack)
(Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler)
(3x)
(chorus)

Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine
Hate a liar more than I hate thief
A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality
The streets I know'em like my ABC's
Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's
Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's
Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me
If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride
I'm the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride
Letters on my shirt read DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY

(chorus)

They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound
I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
See many men live baby and many men die
Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high
Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same friends always change
I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
You can get him in the face dog or down his back
All bullshit aside now its time to be honest
I fear no man for death is all thats promised
I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit
From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine
Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names
Skate to wait to date and the jake

(chorus)

Gun runners

(Phone ringing)
(Fifty)
Aww man...who the fuck is callin'?..
I don't even wanna answer this shit...Hello?

(Man on phone)
Whattup nigga it's Black
remember me from way back?
we used to go to school together
man, I got your number from Heather
she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got
and if I like it I'll cop

(Fifty)
Damm nigga, you hot
you talkin' like you tryin' to get a nigga knocked
what time is it? man, it's fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see 'em
pullin' up slow in the BM
I popped my trunk to show him what I'm workin' wit',
first I showed him the Teck
I told him Niggas give these shits respect
but you don't want this, Man
these shits is known to jam
this is a little smaller here,
and a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger
16 shots, hollow points will go through ya
and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid,
two shots and you can wet like half a block
this shit here gets my dick hard,
it's a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots
if you can't kill your beef with this you need to stop
c'mon, pick somethin' now nigga, you know it's hot

(Other Man)
Man, stop actin' like that nigga, just show me what you got

(Fifty)
aight, nigga look, I got Two 380's,
one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks
they all hold 21 shots
look, I done been through all my shit nigga,
so tell me what you want

(Other Man)
(Click clack)
It's hard to choose man, I think I'll take 'em all

(Fifty)
Oh, you gon' do me like that?
I got one more piece to show you, my Deringer,
I keep it in the small of my back
it's a two shot, it's chrome, my initials engraved in it

(shots ring off)
look at you now, you had to get it
your BM? I'm takin' it, shit, you don't need it
park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack
then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak
he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats
Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks
said "Don't go by the gamblin' spot, that shit gon' get wet".

Slow dough

Trackmasters, 99 shit
Huh uh, huh uh, yea

(chorus)
Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)
They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right)
My niggas is loco (loco)
Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)
Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so)
That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas)

Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater
Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas
And ain't shit come between us
Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen
Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict
I live wild beat cases before a trial
Grand jury style I'm foul
You wondering why I don't smile
I'm schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
Things'll never be the same (never the same baby)

(chorus)

Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot
Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot
Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got
Here I stand on the alley on godrule
Same spot where rob got shot
The block's high
Warrent squad flashing my mug shot
Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo
Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo
Pump the six and push the volvo
I hear they go kuku and go puff loco
I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo
But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha)
I always get the last laugh yo

(chorus)

I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck
While you niggas race neck to neck
While niggas who live from cheque to tech
I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck
Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards
Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me
Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one)

(chorus)