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[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain′t as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain′t nuttin change
You move I′ll blow your brains

[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These niggaz don′t really want war (nah)
They just walk around frontin
Cause I walk around stuntin
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh)
Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO)
I′m smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal in
Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I′m done wit her
It′ll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN)
You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I′m hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)
Remember I′m a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH)
I know you wanna pop me but (but)
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH)
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send +Sparks+ at you and I don′t mean Emilio or Bubba
I′m aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas
A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G=Unit′s whats up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
You gotta come a little harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA)
You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe)
And you mad cause you blowin on oregano
You niggaz′ll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don′t know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR)
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
I′m about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know
Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
I ain′t loud around a snitch (nah)
I don′t crowd around a btich (nah)
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO)
niggaz can′t stand the fact that I′m real
I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH)
Bacardi at the chest(UH-HUH)
I′m similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
My success got suckers salty (salty)
Blowin steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these fuckas off me

[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain′t as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain′t nuttin change
You move I′ll blow your brains

Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It′s 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him
Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
Whats up nigga?
What the fuck
I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga
Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit
Nigga we get it poppin nigga
Whats up nigga?
Anytime nigga I don′t give a fuck if it′s 4 in the afternoon nigga
Any where you see me nigga
Lets go

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Son you smell that? What′s that?
I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy. Is that you Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
Y′all niggas is pussy
I′m ballin′ now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain′t nothin′ you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.
It′s not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn′t understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
My old relations just make it harder for me to except her....
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
I′m not at home she′s thinkin′ that I′m not alone probably out tryin′ to bone anything in the street

I let her know she can leave I ain′t tryin to tie her up but see
it′s hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
I′m not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
But I don′t play by the rules I′m focusin′ on my moves that way I′ll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz′s with 22′s
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin′ feelin′s ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I′m not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can′t say I love you I dont know what that means
I′ma pimp.

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 2:]
When I first met her
I did anything to get her (what?)
Paid all her bills and filled the ′fridgerator (uh huh)
Reminiscin′ on late nights when I try to lay up
but couldn′t get off cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin′ to switch in the third lane
That′s when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writin′ her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin′
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It′s a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
Turnin′ young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex
All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 3:]
I′m wonderin′ when I′m gone if you′ll miss me (miss me)
or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I′m fuckin′ with you
I′m feelin′ your shape I′m feelin′ your eyes
Later on I′m feelin′ your ass and feelin′ your thighs (come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
I′m into tongue kissin′ and four play all day
Mama ain′t home so the noise is okay
O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin′ (whoo)
The Lords blessin′ makes me wiser as the world′s turnin′
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin′
Whether we′re just kickin′ it or sexin′ (uh huh) I′m a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection
(Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
When niggas get out of line I check them man

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

Yeah
Don′t think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin′ around takin′ pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin′ to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
Punk ass mothafuckas
All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
Ain′t no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.
Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here
girl
Come on gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]
You know they say I′m sexy now
Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.

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G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I′m gettin yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don′t wanna bang wit the best
I′ll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God′s a forgivin′ man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don′t curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I′m that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he′s flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain′t raise no chump, I don′t talk no pocco

[Chorus - 50 Cent/Lloyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga′s lookin for it too
Shit is real ′round here, you surrounded by crooks

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga′s lookin for it too
Shit is real ′round here, you surrounded by crooks

[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, ′stead of hearin′ a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
I′m smokin′ niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let′s get it poppin′

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I′m tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you′re temporary like baby teeth
I′m in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin′ out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they′ll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That′s why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don′t even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it′s kinda hard to get homie-sick when there′s blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]

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[50 Cent]
You can hum all you want to
Cum all you want to
But I ain′t gon′ want you
If nobody wants you
You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
BITCH that′s a bullet wound I ain′t MASE!
50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin′ tonight
I got some dro, got some henny
We can go and get right
I ain′t never been arrested for nothing domestic
But I ain′t gon′ lie I′ll punch a bitch in the eye
Look, don′t play games with me baby
The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy
Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP!
I don′t wanna make love
I just wanna fuck
I′m only in town tonight
If you give me some head
Tony, give you some head
A′ight
Cause I ain′t giving you no head, bitch
Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit
My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though
Nada Mean
That′s why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha
Alright now, Sha let′s get to some hard shit!

[Beat Changes]

[50 Cent]
If I make it to heaven
I′ll probably be in the bitch lonely
Walk around saying, ′Everybody in hell know me′
You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies
You probably thinking how he get there
That nigga my coatie
The weather in hell is kinda hot
You know like the block
I heard it really burns
Homie, you know like a shot
That′s alright for me shit
Cause Im in the drop
Drive around heavy
Tryna find BIG and PAC
Niggaz think when they die
All they problems stop
You die in jail, and wake up in hell
Still on lock
Imagine if you stole something and you got shot
Wake up holdin′ your head, still shot
Niggaz don′ died of AIDS
You know the dirty dick
Wake up in hell horny
Fidna fuck the same bitch
DAMN

Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH
The only nigga hotter than me
Dead already nigga
I know what you thinkin
You thinkin that′s it
Yeah nigga let′s just keep it short and sweet
You know!

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[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I′m, on, fiiiii-re

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don′t know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don′t know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they′ll tell ya I′m a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I′m rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz′ll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can′t afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper′s straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I′ll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn′t know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it′ll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I′m in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26′s on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo′ ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre′s beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain′t no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo′ artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain′t crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
I′m a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
Don′t take much to make my gun go off
One shot′ll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don′t know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou′, they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I′m that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don′t front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G′d up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we′re on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I′m a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me

[Chorus]

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[50 Cent]
50 Cent
Mary J. Blige
G-Unit!

Baby let′s shine where we can shine
And ball where we can ball
Sharin′ sometime together we not promised tomorrow
Know the difference between love and lust
Lustin′ for your love f′na to feel your touch
Baby I′m grown, I′m not goin′ through a phase
Let′s talk, the touch could be brains in both ways
Now could you tell me, what′s a king without a queen
I′m usin′ metaphors, what′s me without you is what I mean

[Mary J. Blige]
In the middle of the night, you hold me tight
Said it′s alright, I′m yours forever
I′ll do what you want, if you don′t hurt me
I′ll cook and clean, I′ll make you happy
and.

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You′re my everything)
and Ooh! (I′m so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can′t be without you)

[Mary J. Blige]
Got a chill in my bones, and it′s all for you babe
Can′t leave you alone, I′m so addicted
I can′t sanctify, its the sweetest pain
So who′s your girl?
You better say my name

[Llyod Banksl
It feels like I made it to heaven when I′m inside her
And we ain′t gotta keep no secrets cuz she′s a rider
She got a hold of her kid that′s tighter than yo′ pliers
And I got her hittin′ notes that′s higher than Mariah′s
Maybe I′m jumpin′ or gunnin′, maybe I′m crazy
Maybe she′s movin′ too fast, maybe I′m lazy
She′s kind′a different you know
Her body shape′ll make you wanna take a trip in the snow

[Young Buck]
My thug luv got her, the way I put it down
Got you callin′ on my phone when ya man not around
Shorty I know what you like and we don′t have fight
You ain′t gotta be trippin′, you know I′m comin′ home tonight
Tried to warn ya bout a playa, but she ain′t wanna listen
Till I got ya in the bedroom, huggin′ and kissin′
I got what ya missin′, put you in the position
Now you hollerin′ and screamin′, talkin′ bout how I did ya
Come on baby

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You′re my everything)
and Ooh! (I′m so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can′t be without you)

[Mary J. Blige]
What you do to me (What you do to me)
Is just a mystery (Heyy Heyyy)
Its hard to believe, that you are here with me
Makin′ all my dreams (Makin′ all my dreams)
Have seen reality (Seen reality)
All my life I′ve tried
To find what′s best for me

[Chorus 2x]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You′re my everything)
and Ooh! (I′m so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can′t be without you)

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(50 Cent)
Yeah, something special you know? Something epic. Lloyd Banks
You know cuz a nigga thuggin don′t mean he don′t wanna see you smile, baby.

(50 Cent)
We wanna be the reason you smile (3x)
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes.

(Lloyd Banks)
I′m gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge,
From the conversations we havin′, the way it ends.
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends.
That′s why it′s just me and my Mercedes Benz.
It all depends, maybe if we make amends we can start from scratch.
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact.
We plan to be platonic, but the heart′s in tact.
So everytime we separate somebody′s marchin′ back.
Young May′s and then the sack...
Eyes slanted like you′re Asian, but you′re Black.
God bless whoever gave you all of that.
If you′ve seen it from the back, you′d understand why they still like that.
It ain′t to Florida with tours, the Lord knows.
The pussy good enough to miss award shows....
And I ain′t gotta say nothing, she just knows
By the way I lick her though to take her from her clothes up and down ooOOOOh....

(Chorus: Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent)
Whenever I′m not around, and you′re feeling down, let the thought of me be (the reason you smile)
I don′t wanna see you frown, make them kids watch and clown, I wanna bring you joy and be (the
reason you smile)
You leanin′ on my style, you know how I get down, I′ll provide by any means to be (the reason you
smile)
We done been through the ups and downs, and drama for a while, I′m just happy I′m around to be ( the
reason you smile)

(Lloyd Banks)
The main reason that I been looking at you pitiful,
With about half of the shit that I done did to you.
Violated or tiptoed into a crib or two.
I′ve complained to be a bigger individual.
Even though they visible, the evenings when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky cuz I see niggaz when you teasin′ with your physical,
She wanna wreck up the rooms, I ain′t got no more wind left
Wild while on my section-made princess, my foreign chick bad but she bitchrest,
Plus it′s hard to communicate, cuz she don′t speak in no ingles.
I been around the world, state to state, but now I′m back
Bustin′ in your bathroom, got you laughing in your shower cap.
Let′s get it on, cuz I′m leaving in an hour flat.
Really don′t matter. She′s mad even when I holla back.
All I really need is your attention for a while, and I bet you I can make you smile.

(Chorus: Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent) (2x)
Whenever I′m not around, and you′re feeling down, let the thought of me be (the reason you smile)
I don′t wanna see you frown, make them kids watch and clown, I wanna bring you joy and be (the
reason you smile)
You leanin′ on my style, you know how I get down, I′ll provide by any means to be (the reason you
smile)
We done been through the ups and downs, and drama for a while, I′m just happy I′m around to be (the
reason you smile)

(50 Cent)
We wanna be the reason you smile (3x)
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes...

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(chorus)
every hood we go through
all da gangstas around know my whole crew
we hold it down like we suppose to
nigga u can front if u want we be poppin′ dem thangs
2X

(50 cent)
after da vmas my baby momma cussed my ass out
i kicked her ass we back friends like puffy and steve stout
cut da grass around my clique so i can see these snakes
u see ′em back in da hood its cause i see they fake
ill preach ur son about da paper like im Creflo Dollar
ill pop u punk niggas like i pop my colla
im confused i like megan,monica,and mya missy′s freaky and brandy shot up
now take a look on how my lifestyle changed up
come on now got damn it i done came up
now u can find me wit da finest hoes
chosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes
i got a fetish for da stones im heavy on da ice man
if i aint got a pistol im be sure i got a knife fam
get outta line and im lightin′ ur as up
semi-auto spray oughta tighten ya ass up

(chorus)

(lloyd banks)
slow down little nigga dont exceed ur speed
cause i will put G′s on ur fitted like da negro league
i got connects i dont need no weed
i been in LA for a year now so i dont see no seeds
after im done we clappin′ ur crew
hell yeah i fuck fans guess what? ur favorite rapper does too
in a minute im gon have da jeweler makin my rims spin
my crew run wild like da jamacians of kingston
nuthin but bling bling in ur face boy
thats why my neck shine like one of dem shirts dat puffy and mase wore
i done found it in for as soon as i pop a broad
she have my balls head first like a soccer star
u can only stand next to da man if u proper
that take care of birds like animal doctor
i been had em buzzin′ niggas just slept on me
so im out for revenge like one of bin laden′s cousin

(chorus)

(young buck)
read da paper look at da news we on da front page
and we in da bahamas wit AK′s on da stage
da ice in da jacob watch will make a broke nigga take sumthin
so i gotta keep da 4 5th wit no safety button
G-unit gettin′ money i know some artist starvin′
but play da game like they rich to me da shit′s funny
i know u see me comin′ cause on da front of da maybach
it say payback for those dat hated on me
i hate when niggas claim they bangin′ a gang
u aint a crip like snoop u aint a blood like Game
see i been havin′ beef i got my own bullet proof vest
most my enemies dead i got about two left
until my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes
innocent bystanders get hit tryin′ to be heros
u know how we roll everywhere dat we go
its 4-4′s calad coes and desert eagles.

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[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin′ strong And they mad I′m on
They ride with me when I′m past the mall
Don′t wait for me on the bench when I′m playin′ a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it′s time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mom at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain′t never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn′t proach in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

My buddy gotta temper he dyin′ to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I backround
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin′ in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin′ on niggaz and beatin′ up base heads
These niggaz sayin′ doley just like they pretend
Keep fuckin′ around they gon say hello to my little friend.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

[Young Buc]
We been through it all yet we both still livin′
We been in a box but we both still spittin′
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn′t listen to they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he′d never stick his window out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin′ like Pac
People see you ain′t run and you even say shit
They just know you ain′t nothin′ to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

General, I salute you
I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to
And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we′ll kill you

I′m ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time, for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain′t met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I′m co-signing Fifty, ′cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin′ shots at ya convoy
You don′t want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades
You won′t make it to the general, without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men
You continue troops and get ′em all blowed back
Walk up on ′em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what!

General, I salute you
I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to
And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we′ll kill you

General, I salute you
I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to
And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we′ll kill you

Look nigga, I suggest you go home
′Cause I won′t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I′m never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I′m gon′ fuck her
Don′t tryta pick up for them lames around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I′m on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK′s around
My album′s coming, a new year′s approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach ′em
There′s a very fine line between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I′m in Atlanta where they make head bounce
And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, ′cause if so
Get on your vest, ′cause all you gotta do is say that

General, I salute you
I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to
And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we′ll kill you

General, I salute you
I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to
And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we′ll kill you

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[50 Cent]
Yeh.. Shit 50 Cent.. GGG- G-Unit
(Em:Here we go again)

Shit make you mad when I switch my flow?
You canâ?™t understand where I get my dough
50 Cent is on fire cuz shady sed so
Iâ?™m on FIRE

[Eminem]
Everybody in a rush to try get the throne
I just get on the track to set the tone
Iâ?™m not trying to use my body as a stepping stone
But donâ?™t compare me, Iâ?™m better off just left alone
Iâ?™m ainâ?™t even trying to go there with record sales
Iâ?™m just trying to keep it humble and respect myself
Save it up
Keep stepping, in this rep D-12
Keep my nose clean and stay away from weapons and jail
And looking reckless
But if u check my belt
U may see something else that I use to protect myself
A vest to stop a ruben and deflect a shell
And send dem back at your ass faster then it left ur belt
And I donâ?™t even carry guns anymore cuz I donâ?™t got to
Got undercover cops thatâ?™ll legally pop u
And I donâ?™t seen a lot of people cross the line
This muthafucker Ja mustâ?™ve lost his mind
That X got him thinking he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac and now he trying to be him next
So which one are you? X? Luke? Pac? or Michael?
Just keep singing the same song, recycle
We all much rather get along then fight you
Me and Halley dance to ur songs, we lyke u
And u really donâ?™t wanna step inside a mic dude
Câ?™mon now u kno the white boy will bite u
Hurt ur pride dawg and u kno I donâ?™t lyke to
But I will if I have to
With syllable laughter
with syllable I just slap u [smack]
killin u faster then u poppin pill after
little pill of dem tabs that shit u on
but if u want it then u got it
you bump this shit too if we didnâ?™t diss u on it
but if we lock on it so we can throw as harder then Busta
we bump heads to any mutherfucker that wants taâ?™
so whatsa�� deal?
So wheres all the tough talk?
When I walked up to ya lyke â?œJa, what up dawg?â??
Why didnâ?™t u say u had a problem then?
When u standing there wit all ur men
We couldâ?™ve solved it then
Iâ?™m a grown man dawg, come holla
All you did was lapdance, smile and swallow
Another one of those little X pills infront of me
And telling me 50 Cent was everything u wanted be

[Chorus x2]
I Know you want to be me
You know you want to be me
You talk so like me
You donâ?™t want to bump headz with me

[Tony Yayo]
you couldnâ?™t sun me if my father helped you
my punchline is hot my balls will melt you
Ja, you stupid little .. shelves will lift you
Every other week Iâ?™m buying a new wristo
I clap at your ass with this chrome thirty eight
Put six thru ur hats and seven and three eight
Irv u aint shook knight u shook knight
I put my life in your whims knife
You kno and I kno who took your chain
You got robbed two times so ur ass is lame
Iâ?™m down to die for this shit all I need is bail
You better stick to the movies, Steven Spiegel

[Chorus]

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I′ll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV′s pop up in a Maybach benz
I′ll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can′t see me
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I′ll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I′m shining man
I′ll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I′ll teach you how to stunt

[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I′m on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that′s him
They say I′ve changed man, I′m getting paper, I′m flashy
They like me better when I′m fucked up and ashy
My royalty check′s the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don′t really care if it′s platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo
Just can′t believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I′m fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I′m sensing a lot of tension now that I′m rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I′m in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.′s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I′m fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I′m fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin′ theres nothing you can teach us
We′re in a different time zone, your records don′t reach us
Naww, I ain′t here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I′LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT

[Chorus]

[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don′t have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell′s spinning man, I′m doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin′ like yall don′t know
Look, I can′t even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don′t be mad at me dog, that′s all I know
That′s how to show these fougaisies how it′s supposed to go

[Chorus]

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c′mon

[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to ′em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices
Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that
This is serious, these rap niggas, I′m just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat

[50 Cent]
My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain′t a cop"
Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot"
Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?
Show ′em the clip
Show ′em the beam
Show ′em how Daddy lean
In the convertible Jag
22 inch mags
For a high school drop out, shit, that ain′t bag
I′m not a blood or a crip, I′m doing my own thang
G-UNIT
Shit, I done started my own gang
I don′t go that funny dance
I don′t throw gang signs
But I′m a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
Think all I do is rap, then you don′t know me good
Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man
Cause Lethal ain′t never seen Blaco comin′
But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin?
And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs
And leave you flat your back
BRRAT
Take that

[HOOK]

[Tony Yayo]
I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
Its hard to live, but its easy to die
So I′m going through life lookin death in the eye
These rappers ain′t gun slingers
They R&B singers
G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas
Minimum wage ain′t gonna pay the rent
Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print
And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure
I′m still on the strip with the fifth and my ever
Its T-O-N-Y
Stay with a semi
Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry
You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder
My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger
When the D′s come around, I′ma swallow my crack
Shit the work out later, and hit ′em with that
If it′s a direct sale
I′ma change the bill
Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille
Look nigga we icey thugs
We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves

[HOOK]

[Tony Yayo]
Just havin fun with this rap shit, man
It never stops
My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street?
And y′all ain′t even hear the new shit
Just keep goin′ and goin′ and goin′
Motherfuckin′ Duracell Battery
It never stops
Word up
G-Unit
Sha Money XL

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I′m all poinry, cause you see me gettin′ high
But my knife, I′ll have yo ass seein′ out one eye

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I′m all poinry, cause you see me gettin′ high (yeah)
But my knife, I′ll have yo ass seein′ out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin′ on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin′ but Cris poppin′ (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin′ (woo)
Tryin′ to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or 1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I′m cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L′s will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don′t know a fuckin′ clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don′t know a fuckin′ clique liver)

[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I′m all poinry, cause you see me gettin′ high (uh huh)
But my knife, I′ll have yo ass seein′ out one eye (eye)

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I′m all poinry, cause you see me gettin′ high
But my knife, I′ll have yo ass seein′ out one eye

[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin′ money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c′mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750′s straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I′m holdin′ the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin′ baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin′ smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin′ stay runnin′ their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin′, let′s take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don′t be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin′ towards a brick of dope
Cause I′ve been goin′ hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I′m a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me)
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus]
50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh
As we proceed, uh

[50 Cent] (Tony Yayo)
You didn′t like the way I wore my hair (what up)
You didn′t like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh)
You didn′t like the little things I do
Just tryin to be close to you (c′mon, c′mon)

Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up
My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up
In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga"
With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga)
When you disrespect me is where I draw the line
You seen my artwork but you ain′t seen me draw the nine
Come through the hood, you′ll get shot homey just cause I say so
I′m the hottest shit on this street, I don′t do J Lo (here we go)

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Hope]
(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?]
(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Oh now I′m houndin you]
(Call me) Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin]
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Man you call me]
(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Yeah whatever]
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking behind chorus]
Uh huh, yeah

[Hope] (Tony Yayo)
I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up)
No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh)
No pies, no cake, couldn′t get a crum nigga (crum nigga)
Fuck too fast, to quick to cum nigga
Now you wanna talk like you big shit
Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick
You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin?
Cause when you′s fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c′mon)

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Tony Yayo]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck [I just wanna fuck]

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of chorus]
Yeah, um, YAYO!

[Tony Yayo]
Don′t call me bitch, don′t be naggin me
Cause the police thinkin ′bout baggin me (baggin me)
You wanna call me on my cell, but don′t got money for bail
And you the main reason that I′m stuck in the jail
You showed ′em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed ′em where the stash at (uh huh)
Got a order of protection, no I′m doin five flat
In my heart I thought you was the one
"Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH)

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tweet]
Call me
Call me

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And I′ma drink a lot a water
And I′ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don′t find out
I′m smoking this shit, aight?

Yo, niggas wouldn′t rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn′t cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankie′s pac′s
Lance cut the crack heads blocked up
Thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin′ wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin′ the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like "What up, 50?"
I′m like "What up with you"
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Red Firm
At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack
I′m like "Nah, I ain′t paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back"
Niggas lookin at me like I′m crazy, they shook
I don′t give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked him about ????
Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
seven grand (Fuckin′ crazy)
The man was crazy I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch

Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga

Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin′ right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don′t make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50!

@ G-Unit