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Ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, a-ay, girl
You know its Dr. Dre, girl
And Trigga, yeah
Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?
Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin smoke
All they smell is smoke
The way your body roll, Ima lose control
Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin smoke
All they smell is smoke
Come on
Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba
Blue sapphires on days when she feelin Hoover
She hood and in the mood when Im in the mood
Erotic, so exotic, Im psychotic about it
I dont want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample
That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb
Shes a narcotic, that bomb shit burnin, we smokin
My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing
She aint jealous, I keep Nina around
In the small of my back in case some shit go down
Right under my Hermes, Im hearin the word is
Me, Im a P.I.M.P
I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some
Then pass it to the homies til we all get done
Niggas cant comprehend what this shit bout
Police comin, you like, put this shit out
You like smoke and you got me high
You make a nigga want to get down
High
High feelin like Im up in a cloud
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me
Youre like smoke and you got me high
So high make your love come down
High
One time, have that ass turnt out
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me
Youre like smoke
Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now
100 degrees, thats with or without the top down
But when she get to workin her hips, you know the temperature rise
Oh Lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs
She like the stones in my cross, she flawless
Im thinkin damn, why would God give one woman all this?
You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me
Its complicated, my occupation, pimpin aint easy
Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks
Back when I was pumpin crack, now my cards are black
Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs
If I want it I buy it, I dont care what this shit costs
Luther said it: a house is not a home without her
I had em panties on the Greyhound filled up with powder
But what she showed what shell do for me has no limits
Her wantin is temporary cause for sure she gon get it, wassup
You like smoke and you got me high
You make a nigga want to get down
High
High feelin like Im up in a cloud
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me
Youre like smoke and you got me high
So high make your love come down
High
One time, have that ass turnt out
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me
Youre like smoke
Everybody showin the love when she at the door
Turn this bitch down, thats fire in the hole
Im tryina get it and hit it, I dont wanna pass that
Got me addicted, Im trippin, where the stash at?
Baby, baby, dont you know?
Faded, baby, just like smoke
And you got me high
So high
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me
Youre like smoke and you got me high
Ring the alarm its on
High
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
Ring the alarm its on
You got me feelin like you just rolled up for me
Youre like smoke
Ring the alarm its on
Smoke, youre like smoke
Yeah my nigga, wassup?
Girl, youre like smoke, smoke
Fuck with me |
G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent
Get em Buck, man
50 Cent, thats my name, man I aint fucking playing
I move on you with that Mac, mane
Come off that watch and chain fore I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest, go out your back, mane
See me I put in work, man, I been doing dirt for so long
Them niggas get laid out
Niggas run through my crib to holla at the kid
Thats when I start bringing them thangs out
Then we go through the strip hanging up out the whip
Dumping clips off at they whole clique, mane
When witnesses around they know how we get down
So when the cops come they aint see shit, mane
My soldiers slanging caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that
Im sittin on some change, G-Unit thats the gang
Come through here stunting youll get popped at
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though
I came in this game knowing niggas gon hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that Im a rider
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on telling you, mane
I swear aint nobody gon find ya
When I get lifted Im tempted to tear your block up
You niggas cant run cause Im behind ya
Me and Chili in your city with a couple nine-millis
You better stay in line, bro
Cause if I walk it Ill talk it, you know well walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire, bro
Right now we smacking em with platinum and they hate it
Cause we made it, thats what we keep that iron for
I represent it cause Im in it
UTP until Im finished, Juvenile, they cant stop us
And I admit it, I live it
Ill knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfucking chopper
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though
My twenty-inches spinning, you always see me grinning
And you hear niggas call me grimy
They hit me with them bricks and I aint pay em shit
Im outta town, they cant find me
When I come back around, man, Ima back em down
I run up busting that TEC, mane
If you aint got a gun and you cant fucking run
My advice is you hit the deck, mane
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiersll leave you wet, mane
Cause we know where you be and we know where you stay
And well come checking through your set, mane
Man, you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I aint paying no fucking debt, mane
Cause yous a middle man, what you dont understand?
Yous a fucking fake ass connect, mane
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you dont hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you dont hear me though |
Uh-huh
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Im a straight gorilla with it, cold-hearted killer with it
Any nigga gettin outta line can get it
I make it hot, motherfuckers freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, 32-shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say, Whats up? but I dont fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, Ill run up on you niggas
Im on the edge, Im just waiting on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap—what you looking at, pussy?
We aint buddies, we aint partners and we damn sure aint friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see your face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, Ima let her get in
I dont play, but Im a playa til the motherfucking end
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car
I got my 64, ridin on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
Dont tell me you dont know that, ah—Im the shit
Now, you better watch your girl, man, I leave with your bitch
I aint stunting these hoes, man, Im bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it, nigga, Im gon take her
Backseat of my Jeep, fuck til I fuck up her makeup
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icy
My game fuck with a bitch brain til she think she wifey
Spent her life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment from me, uhh... nah, not likely
Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto something
But then the next week, nah, man, it was nothing
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its ganja in my system, Im high
First its pain when you lust for love; then, its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world, baby girl, loving me is not enough
Find out when you fucking broke, love wont get you on the bus
Man, you should see the pretty bitches that be sexing me
They suck cock; to make em hot, I just let em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak, too, Ill taste your love
69s the position, your mouths full, baby, huh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawning, turning over, and Im in your bed
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes
And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
Hahahaha
Quit playing, bitch! Get in
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hahaha |
Its not that I cant stop, its that I wont stop
Ill make it hot
Ill be on top, as soon as the beat drop
Ill make the whole club rock
Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up
I dont need that, Im ridin wit Dre
Who dont love us, every hood throwin they dubs up
Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck?
Hip-Hops worst nightmare
Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black Nike Airs
You want war, we can settle it right here
I got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah
Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair
Sit her next to these yellow bottles, yeah right there
Matter fact Ill take you in the back
You in the hat, and you in the blue and the black
Lets have a gangsta party
Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of 40s
Yo Doc give em a Coke with that
Wake up the West coast is back
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo - You aint know?
Its the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whassup - roll that blunt
G-Unit, Shady, Aftermath Im the motherfuckin Game and
Its not that I cant stop, its that I wont stop
Ill make it hot
Ill be on top, as soon as the beat drop
Ill make the whole club rock
Like Dre did
I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did
From the hood liquor store to the state pen
This is Gin & Juice to Doc
Make the club R.O.C. without Timberland boots
First nigga to put draulics on a Bentley Coupe
You wanna pimp? Ill perm my shit up like Snoop
Chronic 2005 muhfucker
Put the purple in the dutch Let it Burn like Usher - girl
Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that
Real niggas just pull up they pants and lean back - girl
Make 50 spill his Crist, hell call you a bitch
Imma call you and hit
You can call ya girlfriend, we can make it a flick
I got the lollipop if you wanna lick
Or you can take a ride on the magic stick
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo - You aint know?
Its the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whassup - roll that blunt
G-Unit, Shady, Aftermath Im the motherfuckin Game and
Its not that I cant stop, its that I wont stop
Ill make it hot
Ill be on top, as soon as the beat drop
Ill make the whole club rock
Put 25s on a Hummer, why not?
Imma be here for the next 10 summers
Drop me in the 4th quarter Im fuckin up they money
I dont need SoundScan Im doin my own numbers
When that Impala bounce you can see the chrome under
I got em in every color, yeah Im a known stunner
When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers
Lowridin with a hood rat or a grown woman
Ill do anything - but I wont fuck Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
Cause she got a fohead just like Tyra
I can say what the fuck I want
You thought Dre retired, left me a six-fo and his Dayton wires?
These niggas is a waste of rhymin
Doc got somthin to say be quiet
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo - You aint know?
Its the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whassup - roll that blunt
G-Unit, Shady, Aftermath Im the motherfuckin Game and
Its not that I cant stop, its that I wont stop
Ill make it hot
Ill be on top, as soon as the beat drop
Ill make the whole club rock |
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don’t want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
There ain’t a shell left in my heat
Y’all niggas better lay down, yeah, I mean stay down
You get hit with AK round, your ass ain’t gon’ make it
You niggas will get laid out, your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete shivering and shaking
I’m from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
If you feel like you’re on fire, boy drop and roll
Niggas will eat your ass up, cause they heart turned cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I wanna fuck
Gimme a second I’mma holla, I’mma see whassup
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk
Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
I don’t trust a muh’fuckin soul
When the D’s come they fold, on my first case they told
Where I’m from it ain’t safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas’ll come to your place, put a gun in your face
Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race
Cause a robbery could turn into a homo’ case
Co-operate, or Doc’ll have to operate
Niggas I’ll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, niggas’ll go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas are lurking, you’ll have to catch ’em and merk ’em
I’m observant in my hood, cause niggas be dumbing
Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the running
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m ’sposed to eat when it’s hot?
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
The house party off the hook until them shots go off
Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up
You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up
It ain’t good to do good in my hood
Click-clack, blam You know not to do good now
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood |
Tu mirada me llama
Aquí hay una ley de atracción y es contigo
El corazón me paralizaste con tu vestido
Siento algo dentro de mí cuando tú me bailas, ahh...
Nena, ¿qué pasa si te invito a un trago, trago?
Tú sabes que no soy tan malo, malo
Ven a pasar un buen rato, rato
No te vayas de mi lado, lado
Háblame bajito
Que nadie se entere
Dímelo al oído
¿Qué es lo que tú quieres?
Háblame bajito
Mientras tú te mueves
Rózate conmigo
Dime si lo sientes, ehh
Hoy voy a darte un poquitito más de lo que ya te han dao
Pa que no mires pal lao
Callao pa que no se enteren
Que eso a ti no te conviene
Guárdame en tu celular como tu amiga
Por si te agarran en la movida
No sepa que soy yo
Aquél que te llamó y te enamoró
Yo contigo no ocupo palabras, ¡eh!
Ven que te lo digo susurrándote
Nena, ¿qué pasa si te invito a un trago, trago?
Tú sabes que no soy tan malo, malo
Ven a pasar un buen rato, rato
No te vayas de mi lado, lado
Háblame bajito
Que nadie se entere
Dímelo al oído
¿Qué es lo que tú quieres?
Háblame bajito
Mientras tú te mueves
Rózate conmigo
Dime si lo sientes, ehh
I dont know what it is
But youre pulling me close, youre pulling me close
I just want to hold you when the night is over
Yeah, you know what I wanna do, wanna do what I do when Im with you
Baby, you were talking, talking, talking that talk when you came in
Didnt even give a second thought who you came with
I just think its right that I tell you whats on my mind
Youre pulling me closer every time you move like that
I could be the one to give you what you want, baby
Ill do you whatever you want me to do
I think its time that we both make a move
And, girl, nobody has to have a clue, clue, clue, clue, clue
Bout what we do
Háblame bajito
Que nadie se entere
Dímelo al oído
¿Qué es lo que tú quieres?
Háblame bajito
Mientras tú te mueves
Rózate conmigo
Dime si lo sientes, ehh
I tell her to talk to me low, so nobody know
Aint nobody trippin, its a me-and-you thing, thats it
Its not traditional, its unconditional and unconventional
Ill be the perfect mistake of what she was meant to do
She got a friend, I got friends too, we kick it
She come thru when she feeling like Fifty, she know Im with it
Got a different kind of mind frame, Im not playin
You could read between the lines and hear what Im not saying
I bet he think he got her on lock, he sure not
I mean, he better keep the door locked, shes so hot
A nigga might just come thru
While he at work what he gon do?
Háblame bajito
Que nadie se entere
Dímelo al oído
¿Qué es lo que tú quieres?
Háblame bajito
Mientras tú te mueves
Rózate conmigo
Dime si lo sientes, ehh
Jumbo El Que Produce Solo
ONeill
Tainy |
Clap your hands everybody
If you got what it takes
Cause Im Kurtis Blow and I want you to know
That these are the breaks
Dont push me cause Im close to the edge
Im trying not to lose my head
Its like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Express yourself
Im expressing with my full capabilities
And now Im living in correctional facilities
Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother knows
I wanna rock right now
Im Rob Bass and I came to get down
Im not internationally known
But Im known to rock a microphone
So lets go, go!
It takes two to make a thing go right!
It takes two to make it out--
Yo, yo, yo baby pop baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, give me a kiss
Better make it fast or else Im gonna get pissed
Now push it
Ah, push it
Push it good
Ah, push it
Push it real good
All right, stop
Engine, engine, number 9
On the New York transit line
If my train falls off the track
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Crazy, insane, got no brain
(Break it down
Oh, put your hands up! Put your hands up!)
Let me clear my throat! Oh!
Have mercy baby! I hope you dont mind! Aha-aha
Whooo! Yall gonna make me lose my mind up in here, up in here!
Yall gonna make me go all out!
Up in here! Up in here! Oh!
Its getting hot in here
So take off all your clothes
I am getting so hot
Im gonna take my clothes off
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty
Its your birthday
Were gonna party like its ya birthday
Were gonna sip Bacardi like its your birthday
And you know we dont really care, its not your birthday
My baby dont mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for sho
Hey Ya! Hey Ya!
A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
A-a-a milli, a milli, a milli
All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Got money on my mind I cant ever get enough
And every time I step up in the building everybodys hands go up
Teach me how to dougie
Teach me, teach me how to dougie
All the girls love me
All the, all the the girls love me
All the girls love me
You aint messing with my dougie
I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
(Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy, stop!
Why do you always do that?)
Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date
But a year to make love she wanted you to wait?
Let me tell you a story about my situation
I was talking to this girl from the U.S. Nation
You, you got what I need
But you say hes just a friend
But you say hes just a friend
Oh baby, you, you got what I need
But you say hes just a friend
But you say hes just a friend
You, you got what I need
But you say hes just a friend
But you say hes just a friend
Oh baby, you, you got what I need
But you say hes just a friend
But you say hes just a friend
Clap your hands everybody if you got what it takes
(Justin: Cause Im Justin
Jimmy: Im Jimmy!
And we want you to know)
That these are the breaks |
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? Ill show you how
Wanna get rich? Ill show you how
On ya mark, get set, lets go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn Yayo into dough
The original don dada, nobody bomb harder
Ya heard what I said boy, Im hot, Im hot
The hoodrats they say He so crazy
The snitches they say He tried to spray me
But thats what you get for trying to play me
The aftermath of my wrath is so shady
No matter how you try, you cant stop this
I catch ya stunting in the Bentley Coupé 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, Yayo, I got this
See, where Im from, man, the Ds tryin to knock us
They swear to God that its me selling the choppers
Man, I aint give them little niggas no product
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? Ill show you how
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? Ill show you how
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
Im a bachelor, baby, fuck what you heard
From the tellie in ten minutes Ill make you a believer
Tongue touch ya, Ill have ya shakin like you havin a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G-Unit gang, cant another clique out there see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics cause they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood, they be trying to G us
Trying to holla at the kid every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending, Im the nigga ya love
And I aint got to say nothing, you know that Im thugging
Put my hands on that ass and ya say that Im bugging
We family, baby, kissing cousins
Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter than ya oven
Im a New Yorker, but I sound Southern
And we sip DP til the Don stop bubblin
After we play, ok, go to ya husband
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? Ill show you how
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? Ill show you how
Em said you gon like my style
Dre said you gon like my style
I said you gon like my style
You will like how I break it down
Youre not really, really ready, ready
The dramall have ya ass in trauma, boy
Youre not really, really ready, ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to poking
Youre not really, really ready, ready
Them shells start popping, them bodies gets to dropping
Youre not really, really ready
You think youre ready? Youre not
Really, really ready, ready |
Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer, baby, I promise you this
Ill send you all my love everyday in a letter sealed with a kiss
These hoes keep calling, I aint picking up
These hoes keep calling, I aint picking up
Told these hoes Ill be back around June
Told these hoes Ill be back around June
Better yet Ill change my numbers for the whole winter
Damn, its so cold in the fucking winter
These hoes keep calling, I aint picking up
Damn, Im so cold in the fucking winter
You gon be at La Marina all summer
So you gon hear this remix all summer
Nigga, fuck your women crush Wednesday
I just fucked your women crush Wednesday
Wasnt even Wednesday, nigga, it was Benz day
He like why you riding with him?, she like we just friends, bae
Before anyone else? please
You aint got no man, all your pics selfies
I be taking wealthies, balling in my pictures
You be fighting over hoes, Spalding on them bitches
Fronting money, couldve gotten behind it for free
I got this pretty one in Cali, Thotiana Ali
I got a New York Dominican, plastic cup body
Mami think she Holly, call her tatted up Thotty
Got a crew in Miami, I call them Thot Angels
Even if he wife you he cannot change you, biatch
I move right, stepping with the German on me
So much beef I gotta party with the burner on me
My chain chunky, my wrists all chunky, my pockets all chunky
Chunk ya bitch want me hannn
Quit cuffin, you love her, she want the limelight
She bout to get ya in some shit, boy, get ya mind right
Sparkle after sparkle when the bottles come
She got a nice set of tits, glad you bought her some
Startender, bartender, they be in Perfection
Turned up for lust, heard they fucked with Gus
In Sin City Ill fuck with them, the hoes pretty
Substitute Fiddy, Im filling in for Biggie
Now watch a model chick turn into a bottle chick
You hit the lotto, bitch, swimming around my grotto pit
Dont call it Tyson crib, this is my estate
And thats old money, bitch, Im getting cake |
Its 50, Its the Unit, that means its money, ha ha
Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you
I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you
I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
Nowadays niggas snitchin so much in the street
That you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I dont know nothin bout poppin the heat
I dont know nothin bout settlin no beef in the streets
Nah, I dont know nothin bout baggin the grams
I aint never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I dont know nothin bout takin the stand
I aint never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I dont know nothin bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, x, dust or crystal meth
Nah, Im just tryin to rap to get some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass
Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you
I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you
I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
Aiyyo, thats my word on the stack of bibles
I dont know who did it I dont 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 aint got time for sittin in the penitentiary
All I know is Im rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When the album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Dont point the finger at us somebodys hangin
They had a beef with us, plus we dont know nathin
[Chorus: Spider Loc
Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you
I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you
I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
I dont know nothin bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real thats fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I cant 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
Aint tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I aint had them little homies burn up no regal
Ive been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I dont know why my name in your females phone
But you really startin to sound like a female holmes
Dont know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on
Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you
I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you
I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
Nah nigga I dont know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I dont be around here, I aint hip to the news
I dont know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I dont know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasnt even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise
Oops my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I dont know why they said whats up I dont know whos in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I aint losin no sleep
Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you
I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you
I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
I dont 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
Theres 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 dont know why niggas rap for years and cant make hotter music
Even when, I dont do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggas wanna tie me to it
I dont know why Loon and Fabby wont just say Im they daddy
Why them Harlem CB4 niggas 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 dont know
Nah nigga I dont know, I dont know who got you
I dont know who stabbed you, I dont know who shot you
I dont know who cut you, I dont know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do |
Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!!
Lloyd Banks!!! Ha Ha!!!
Its like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around
It’s like a joke, he’s like a king, but he don’t rule a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the room, he dont want the loot, hes in it for the sport
Running circles round his competition on the court
He appreciates your support, but he aint begging for it
And you can love it, you can hate it, but you cant ignore it
You cant be that ig-nor-ant, though you can try to sell him short
But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
And if Im fronting, man, you better come confront me for it
This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys
Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thing
Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and respect in this rap game
Hes straight outta a neighborhood where niggas hate
To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Their stomachs ache while hes lounging in the big estate
And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay
Houses with a bigger gate, hounding hims a big mistake
He wont surrender hell rather give up a rib to break
Cause he remembers when they wouldnt lend a helping hand
Till he was sitting on green like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name
When you discussing the illest players thats in the game
And hes riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and em
G-Unit Records aint a motherfucker stopping them
This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys
Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thing
Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and respect in this rap game
Hes no magician man the kid does something out of nothing
So that niggas from his hood act like he owes him something
They talk crazy till they send niggas to where to buck him
Ask him if its a problem and hell say nah, its nothing
He was gonna help em out but since they fronted fuck em
He dont care how they feel they can hate him or love him
He held his own on his own the kid is really thugging
Hes rich now, he aint changed so niggas think he bugging
He bulletproof everything cause niggas try and buck him
Keeps two pistols on his hip Ill show you where he tuck em
Niggas say they gon get at him but they cant touch him
Try to catch him slipping they creep in and he start bussing
This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It aint healthy to be making niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys
Im doing a hundred tween in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thing
Dont give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and respect in this rap game
I can give you niggas something you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You aint no G you a fucking clown
I can take your girl and tu-turn her out
Dont hold it in let it all out
I can give you fuckers something to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth |
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Visions, dreams of passion
And all the while I think of you
Basketball is my favorite sport
I like the way they dribble up and down the court
Just like Im the king on the microphone
So is Dr. J and Moses Malone
The Fat Boys
Its tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme thats right on time
Its tricky, its tricky
Tricky, tricky, tricky
No sleep til Brooklyn
Born and bred Brooklyn, U.S.A
They all me Adam Yauch, but Im M.C.A
Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Im going back to Cali
To Cali, to Cali
I dont think so
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin like they ought ta good
There lived a lil boy who was misled
By anotha lil boy and this is what he said
Ahh, me so horny
Me love you long time
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what, so what, so whats the scenario
Sawed off shotgun
Hand on the pump, left hand on a forty
Suckas get jumped
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa
All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom
And a poom-poom
Just shake your rump
Dont know how you do the voodoo that you do
So well its a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop
Shoop shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop
Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop
With so much drama in the L-B-C
Its kinda hard being Snoop D-O-double-G
But I - somehow, some way
Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back, with my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Ya, ya, ya ya ya
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, cant you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess thats why they broke, and youre so paid
Go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, get your freak on
Go, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha freak on
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
For shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Thats the anthem, get your damn hands up
If you want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo with the gold Ds
Oh, why do I live this way
Hey, must be the money
I dont know what you heard about
But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see
That Im a motherwhat P-I-M-P
They see me rolling
They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Black and yellow, black and yellow
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Dont believe me, just watch
Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I’m, I’m, I’m hunting, looking for a come up
This is freaking awesome
Look, Jimmy
If you had, one shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it, or just let it slip
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime |
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
God make me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like Im the one
Sometimes I feel like Im the one
It aint my fault, I just reach for style
Im hot, I breaks it down
It aint my fault, you cant break it down
The way I break it down
Listen, you can call me what you want, black and ugly
But you cant convince me the Lord dont love me
When my CDs drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why cant it just be Im blessed
Im a track star runnin through life chasin my dreams
Best deal I made was tradin the mic for that triple beam
I zone off thinkin is there really heaven or hell
If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell?
I need no answers to these questions, cause time will tell
Got a date with destiny, shes more than a girl
Dont much good come from me, but my music
Its a gift given from God, so Ima use it - yeah
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
God make me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like Im the one
Sometimes I feel like Im the one
It aint my fault, I just reach for style
Im hot, I breaks it down
It aint my fault, you cant break it down
The way I break it down
Some days Im in the crowd, all by myself
Bunch of niggas around, Im still by myself
I drift off on a cloud, by myself
Thinkin bout nothin more, than life - what else?
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So when you hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard when you hear it, know youll be okay
A O.G. told me Gods favorites have a hard time
Youre out the hood, thats good, now stay on the grind
Im a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I ab-sorb fast
Im in a class by myself, you do the math
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
God make me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like Im the one
Sometimes I feel like Im the one
yeah
Shoutout to Reverand Floyd Flake
Creflo Dollar, TD Jakes
Bishop Eddie L. Long. Easy-L shorty. Ha ha
Wooo! Feels good
Oh yeah, cant forget Bishop Morton
Cause my mamall kill me, ha ha |
Ha ha ha! I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!
Ha ha ha..
Aw nigga dont trip, Ill kill you if you fuck with my grip
I wont hesitate to let off a clip
Aw nigga dont trip, you gon make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
Aw nigga dont trip, you gon get your monkey-ass hit
Runnin your lip, tryin to fuck with my clique
Aw nigga dont trip, in case you didnt know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw nigga dont trip
I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
Im the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam
Cruising, bumping Bucks shit, Ruger in my hand
Thinking the East aint enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out West and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a little house shopping, and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
Mamad turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But Beckyll suck the chrome off a Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearing fake shines, Im rocking a lil charm
30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm
Nigga you hustle, but me Ill hustle harder
I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so Im in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
Where Im from you learn to blend in or get touched
I dont need niggas for support, I dont walk with a crutch
Niggas know my steez, they dont fuck with me son
You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, its real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies you get from one cuz
I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour
Chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryin to move caine
Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I aint playing
Im up early with the birds, word, putting that work in
Pirellis on the Porsche chirping, Im making moves
I got a hundred mil from music, a hundred grand from crack
Gonna see my jeweler so I can blow a stack
Nigga you hustle, but me Ill hustle harder
I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so Im in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna |
Shadyville Entertainment
Bad Boy collaboration
I love niggas, I love niggas
Because niggas are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot the shit
But theres one thing about niggas I do not love
To all my Brooklyn
To all my Uptown
To all my Bronx
To all my Queensbridge
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rip it quick
And kicks it quick - you know how black niggas get
With them hoods, fatigues; with the boots with trees
Smoking weed, flipping keys, making crazy Gs
Hitting buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and Im bagging you, huh
Pimping hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the roll, make them wet in their pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfucking back out
Thats a real nigga
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Dont try to act like you dont feel us nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigger, leave a nigga fo sho!
Yo, we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case Dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetery, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
Thats a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter, flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A., because fuck what she say
She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North bound first stop, Watertown or Fishscale
Where the hand skills are real ill
Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha-ha, yo chief, pass the buddha
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
Even my P.O., she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I catch a new case, and tell her ass: Catch me if you can
Dont let your people fill you up with octane, Im not playing
Get gassed up, to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it: thou shalt not fuck with, nor see Poppa
50 Cent, Ill break yo punk ass off proper
Theres no place like home, New York! New York!
I run this city, and I dont dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till theyre smacked silly
Or sprayed with the MAC milli, they dont want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard, lip syncing my lyrics, like Milli Vanilli
In the hood they feel me {Gun cock} ha! Im on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit {Gunshot}
Every bootlegger you know, pump my shit - bitch! |
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go Shorty, its your birthday
We gon party like its your birthday
And we gon sip Bacardi like its your birthday
And you know we dont give a , its not your birthday
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll twenty deep its always drama in the club
Now that I roll with Dre everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love
Look homie, aint nothin changed: pros down, Gs up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey man, roll them trees up
If you watch how I move, youll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I dont walk with a limp
In the hood in L.A. they sayin, 50, you hot
They like me, I want em to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York, fo sho theyll tell you Im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold
Im fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a mil out the deal and Im still on the grind
Now Shorty said she feelin my style, she feelin my flow
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, homie, I done came up and I aint changed
And you should love it way more than you hate it
Oh, you mad? I thought that youd be happy I made it
Im that cat by the bar toastin to the good life
Moved out the hood, now you tryin to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin in the club, its on
I wink my eye at yo chick, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
They talkin about money, homie, I aint concerned
Ima tell you what Banks told me:
Cuz, go head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let em hate, and watch the money pile up.
Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Mama, got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz
Im into havin sex, I aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin rubbed
Dont try to act like you dont know where we be neither
We in the club all the time, so pop, pop off
Shady Aftermath |
Made it ma! Top of the world!
Im going crazy
Im going out of my head
It feels like Im going crazy
Nothing can save me
Im goin close to the edge, hey, hey
I cant stop staring out my window
Choppa and my pistol
Im goin out of my head, he-he-head
Im exhausted, last night I lost it
Let the homies get loose, Im sure Ima get the lawsuit
Nana called, my granddaddy coughing up blood
Got an infection, the cycle of life just sucks
I bet when he die, she die, just because
They been together 60 years, thats what they call love
Paid for my first cousin wedding, over 200 grand
Then two kids and six years later, hes the wrong man
I woke up this morning, really wasnt feeling myself
Thought about suicide but me, I aint killing myself
My cousin Dory shot his girlfriend then shot himself in the head
Before I shoot myself, Im shooting everyone else kid
My head aching, my hands shaking, Im sweating bullets
And it aint even hot in this bitch, Im going through it
My mind playing tricks on me, I mean, shit homie
I might need a straitjacket fit for me
It feels like Im going crazy
Nothing can save me
Im goin close to the edge, hey, hey
I cant stop staring out my window
Choppa and my pistol
Im goin out of my head, he-he-head
My favorite uncle Roc got twisted til that liquor gave him sugar
Had complications once or twice, that shit fucked up his liver
To me he’s still the man cause see me I still remember
That lil’ snorkel he bought me to stay warm that December
I was sleeping in the basement, the window had a draft
Even with the electric heater, I was freezing my ass
I got some money now so if I die before him, Ima leave it to him
He can have a fine nurse put that insulin needle to him
Called my son twice, he aint picking up the phone
And Banks, me and him dont even talk no more
You know cause of me, he aint never have to sell crack
Never used no knife or had to squeeze no strap
But if I go tonight, I bet you Im hellbound
For cocaine distribution and letting off MAC rounds
Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house
Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out
It feels like Im going crazy
Nothing can save me
Im goin close to the edge, hey, hey
I cant stop staring out my window
Choppa and my pistol
Im goin out of my head, he-he-head
Then I was in the second row the second time Em married Kim
Looking at Proof like, How much you think this gon cost them?
Feels like a set up, Shaniquas being nice to me
I rather a nigga just put a knife in me
Than go through the emotions, the confusion and commotions
Never die down in my head, they keep going
It feels like Im Gods punching bag on occasions
Amazing, on other days, I feel like Im His favorite
I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade
When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade
My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch
Life without my old girl, I couldnt see that
My grandpa was the strongest, then he broke down and I broke down
I looked around like if shit go bad now, who Im gon go to now?
That was his partner, see he knew everything about her
Now hes saying he dont wanna live without her
It feels like Im going crazy
Nothing can save me
Im goin close to the edge, hey, hey
I cant stop staring out my window
Choppa and my pistol
Im goin out of my head, he-he-head |
{Gunshot}
Yo, Red Spyda is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready?
{Gun cocking} Let me know, holla {Gunshot}
Theres gon be some stuff you gon see
Thats gon make it hard to smile in the future
Yeah nigga! Haha
Lets go nigga, this is what it is
2Pac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo head bald
2Pac wear a bandanna
You wan wear a bandanna
2Pac put a cross on his back
You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga you aint 2Pac - This 2Pac!
Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings
I can make a million and STILL not get enough of spending
And since my life is based on sinning, Im hell-bound
Rather be buried than be worried, living held down
My game plan to be trained
Military mind of a thug lord, sittin in the cemetery cryin
Ive been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus
Balling as a youngster, Wondering if he sees us
Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes
Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Wonder when we all pass is anybody listening?
Got my, hands on my semi-shotty, everybodys listenin
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike
Drop some shit, to have these stupid bitches jaws tight
Till Makaveli returns, its All Eyez On Me
And you can hate it or love it, but thats what its gon be
You shouldve listened, I told you not to fuck with me
Now can you take the pressure, thats what we gon see
Now since youre crying for mercy I promise
My successll be the death of you
Lo and behold you sold your soul
Nigga theres nothin left of you
Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you?
If you dont know who you are, how could your dreams come true?
Motherfucker, I sat back and watched
You pretended to be Pac, you pretended to be hot
But youre not - I see it so clear
You cant take the pressure, you pussy
I warned you not to push me
You see me and chills run up your spine
God made men the same boy, but your heart aint like mine
Press, they look at me like Im a menace
I was playing with guns
While your momma had your punk-ass playing tennis
Im a nightmare, you see me when you dream
Wake up, turn on your TV and see my ass again
You cowardly-hearted, you couldnt make it on your own
Fuck The Source, Im on cover of Rolling Stone
Hahahaha |
Rule number one: Dont go against the grain
Rule number two: Give respect where respect due
Rule number three: If you get knocked, play games and say names
The .45 will tear you out the frame
Its like the rich get richer and the poor dont get a fucking thing
For me aint nothin changed, but the things my money bring
My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
Who peoples got plenty money, actin like they aint got bail
I feel for you niggas, gettin shot while Im sayin this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess hall, gettin chopped on chow lines
An old timer schooled me, said: Dont burn bridges, my friend
Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim
I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk in New York
Me and shorty stood from afar and had a talk
He said I told him if he came around Id clap him, I gave him my word
Look at his hand, its still shakin - he had a lot of nerve
If it wasnt for the flow
Id probably have to double back, bubble crack
Im a hustler
If it wasnt for the flow
Id probably have to double back, bubble crack
Im a hustler
Yo, when the Feds 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, youll damn near do nine
I hate a liar more than I hate thief
A thief is only after my salary, a liar is after my reality
The streets I knowem like my ABCs
Stay away from the Ds and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred Gs before you see 300Zs
Tree top to feel the breeze, coke connects for keys
Yo bitches sexin me, take me to ecstacy
Once I nut, I dont want em next to me
If its on, mother fucker, believe Imma ride
Im the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride
Letters on my sweater read DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY
If it wasnt for the flow
Id probably have to double back, bubble crack
Im a hustler
If it wasnt for the flow
Id probably have to double back, bubble crack
Im a hustler
They say I dont sound like a killer, well, how a killer sound?
I bet I grab a 4-pound and back that ass down
See many men live, baby, and many men die
Many men get drunk, puff lye and stay high
Heres a jewel: love your enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same, friends always change
I learned quick that theres more than one way to skin a cat
You can get em in his 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 86 to 96 the game went from sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
I hate you like fiends that ask me for a dime for nine
Aint nothin changed in the game, but faces and names
The state, the weight, the date and the jake
If it wasnt for the flow
Id probably have to double back, bubble crack
Im a hustler
If it wasnt for the flow
Id probably have to double back, bubble crack
Im a hustler |
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy
Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple
Stay in your place I recommend
Or say hello to my little friend
Everywhere I go, I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz getting strong and they mad Im on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball
One squeezell make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask and all
Bring your buddy when its time to roam
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum to shine his chrome
He even got closet space inside my home
He aint never been broke, he glitchless
Hes so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam and a scope for distance
The best company when approaching business
He gon ride with me til the end
We all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy
Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple
Stay in your place I recommend
Or say hello to my little friend
My buddy got a temper, he dying to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Take him with me to hustle, stashed him in a trashcan
My fingertips soft, for 4 hours I bag grams
You meet him, your destinations hell or heaven
Cause I only bring him out for that 187
He dont have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells
He get it popping in the hood, so his name rings bells
Ms. Jones stay on the 3rd floor, she called the cops on me
They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homie
Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid
I stay screaming on niggas and beating up base heads
These niggas aint thorough, they just like to pretend
Keep fucking round they gon say hello to my little friend
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy
Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple
Stay in your place I recommend
Or say hello to my little friend
We been through it all but yet we both still living
We been in a box but we both still spitting
And when there was beef, you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldnt listen til they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know that we was ready for war
Bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out, something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stopped rapping like Pac
People see you and run, and you aint even say shit
They just know you aint nothing to play with
You stay with sixteen homies, and one in the hole
When the first one get out, the next one go
To know where you headed, you gotta know where you been
The Glock stay with me, we friends til the end
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy
Ill lay ya ass out, motherfucker, its simple
Stay in your place I recommend
Or say hello to my little friend
{Gunshots} |
Yeah, Shady, Aftermath
I guess you didnt know
I be back for more
Everybodys on the floor
Goin, goin outta control
Set it off on yo left, dog
Set it off on yo right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
Ha-ha...
Sick with it, boy, better get with it, what?
In the club I get it goin, goin, uh
Just movin to the music its on
And the sounds of 50 and D-R-E
Everythings calculated and sound precise
Another move another mill, lets get right aight?
Success is my drug of choice, Im high off life
Feelin lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do, hit the dancefloor
And move how you wanna move, later on
We can cruise if you wanna cruise, its whatever you want
The fact is I got more than I flaunt, yeah
I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jampacked, look
I got em goin, goin outta control
Set it off on yo left, dog
Set it off on yo right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
Ha-ha...
System thumpin, dancefloor jumpin
We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin
Thats what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood, you know me
V.I.P., no ID
Bottles of DP, I do it real B-I-G
Bitches break their neck to be where I be
Take em to ecstasy, without ecstasy
Im a chef you need the hit I got the recipe
Doc got the antidote, its in the drums and the notes
Can you feel it? Em said for me to make you feel it
And remind you that you rockin with the realest
I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jampacked, look
I got em goin, goin outta control
Set it off on yo left, dog
Set it off on yo right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
Im hot boy, Im burnin up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tucked
Til the speakers all blown, we gon turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah, do that mayne
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
Get to poppin and shakin that thing on the flo
A little dose of it, now I want some more
Nobody put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
But I aint payin for it, cause I aint no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I stay with it
Hit the telly play with it in a major way get it
I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jampacked, look
I got em goin, goin outta control
Set it off on yo left, dog
Set it off on yo right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off! |
Im loyal to the game
Now Ive got task on a niggas ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now
Its gettin crazy after dark
These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but Im too smart
Now picture me scared of the penetentiary
Ive been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me
Im stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When its time to handle business, nigga, lay low
Although Im young Im still comin up
Im gettin paid pullin raises on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull the strap when theres drama
Buster you aint heard?
I been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There aint a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they dont wait until they drop me
Im loyal to the game
I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
If you know what I know then you know I aint playin
Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain
Possessed by the streets you cant tell me that this aint home
I cant eat if the rest of this shit aint gone
Im gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the back room stink
See, daddy dont work, and mama dont drink
But daddy do dope, and mama cant think
So look like Imma be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin to put in her hand when its out
Up early in the mornin the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on with it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I aint never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I wont change
Its thug in my veins
Im loyal to the game
I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
If you know what I know then you know I aint playin
Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain
Yeah
It aint my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Leap frog--and Imma have to fling your ass
Im on the block where its scorchin hot
If you get caught in the crossfire theyll have to peel you off the block
I get dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I dont keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped Im loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me Im spoilin her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the Range
Im stingy aint got nothin for you but some change
Im good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that Im from is attached to my name
I do my thing respect my hustle I aint playin
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
If you know what I know then you know I aint playin
Nigga get in my way and Ill blow out your brain
Heh
YA!
2Pacs in this motherfucker!
Uh!
G-Unit in the motherfuckin house
50!
Banks!
Buck! |
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
We should do something like that, yeah
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, b-boom—Shady!
Theres never been this, much of a menace in this game as this
And its the, most sinister duo in the business
Once again its the... illest and realest killers
The most villainous, Dre protege, Shady apprentice
Drop them zeros and get with these heroes
Do you want losers or winners? This music is in us, and its
Not over till we say its finished
And G-Unit spinners will keep spinning
This is hip-hop when its in its
Truest form, the greatest, hate us or love us
Make voodoo dolls of us and keep sticking them pins in us
Thick as his skin is or as short as his wick is
The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is
And as sick as his music is, or was, still is
Whatever, forever, he will be the illest
To ever sh-shock the world, what to do next?
Hes already reconciled with his {ex}
A chainsaw and an axe
Choke a bitch to death, strangle her neck
While we have sex, while Bill Clinton plays the sax
I sprays the facts, yeah, bring Shady on back
The maniac of rap, devil baby on crack
Resurrect? I never left, baby, Im bad
Ive gone mad, my comrade Dre-zie automatically
Says Im too broke to fix, way beyond that
I may be off drugs, but its made me off-track
In fact, this right here very well could be the last rap
I ever do spit, Ill never do shit, thats that
Fuck it, I quit, suck on a dick, jackass
Im done with this wack-ass rap, kiss my black ass!
50 Cent
Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my Black ass, the clean parts, the shitty parts
My bullet wounds, my beauty marks, the fifll tear your ass apart
I came in this game crushing motherfuckers from the start
Shady paid me, Shady crazy, Fifty crazy rich, bitch
Different day, nothing change, its the same shit, trick
Teflon wrapped on, case I get clapped on
Ds searching the whip, glad I left the MAC home
Still grinding, still shining, nigga, Lord knows
You rocking with the kid to spit sicker sick flows
I carried Games style for nine months and gave birth to it
Now Im feeling like a proud father watching him do it
Every day Dre day, front and cause a melee
Turn the town upside-down with a frown upside-down
I smile through something fowl, and watch my money pile
Im fucking with straight stacks, Im kicking you straight facts
I hit you with it, bag it, pump it, bring me mines right back!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, go head front, get fucked up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, I hit your ass up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, yeah, thats whats up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck,
Shady... |
Yeah
Shady
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Here we go again
Yeah
The evil genius, Green Lantern
Does it make you mad when I switch my flow?
You cant understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, Im on fire cause Shady said so
Im on fire
Everybodys in a rush to try to get the throne
I just get on the track and try to set the tone
I aint tryin to use nobody as a steppin stone
But dont compare me, Im better off just left alone
And I aint even tryin to go there with record sales
Im just tryin to keep it humble and respect myself
Say, What up?, keep steppin, and just rep D12
Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail
And livin reckless, but if you go check my belt
You may see something else I use to protect myself
A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells
And send em back at you faster than they left the barrel
And I dont even carry guns no more, I dont got to
Got undercover cops thatll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
But this motherfucker Ja must have lost his mind
That X, got him thinkin he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac, now hes tryna be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin the same song, recycled
Wed all much rather get along than fight you
Me and Hailie dance to your songs, we like you
And you dont really wanna step inside no mic booth
Come on now, you know the white boyll bite you
Ill hurt your pride, dawg, and you know I dont like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable after
Syllable I just slap you, killin you faster
Than you poppin pill after little pill of them tabs
Of that shit you on, but if you want it, you got it
Youd bump this shit too, if we aint diss you on it
But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta
We bump heads with any motherfucker that wants to
So whats the deal, where was all the tough talk?
When I walked up to you like, Ja, what up, dawg?
How come you didnt say you had a problem then?
When you was standin there with all your men, we coulda solved this then
Im a grown man, dawg, come holla
All you did was slap hands, smile and swallow
Another one of them little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be
Come on!
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
Tony!
You couldnt son me if my father helped you
My punchlines is hot, my bars will melt you
Ja, you Stuart Little, shellsll lift you
Every other week Im buyin a new pistol
I clap at your ass with this chrome .38
And put six thru your hats, a seven and 3/8s
Irv, you aint Suge Knight, you shook night
Ill put my knife in your wind pipe and breeze through the turnpike
You know and I know who took your chain
You got robbed two times so your ass is lame
Im down to die for this shit, all I need is bail
You better stick to the movies with Steven Segal, bitch
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
Lloyd Banks!
Fuck that, Im miles away
And these industry niggas startin to get outta hand
Like I wont find your whereabouts by stompin em out your man
We killin New York, even in Compton they understand
Im on the block where you was raised blowin chocolate up out your van and
They see me pop a boy icy cause I could
You been gone so long you probably forgot your way around the hood
Cause when you paranoid its hard to make a song
How you want it with us if half of your artists got make-up on?
Every magazine I open you on your knees takin prayer pictures
And you aint even got shot yet, you scared bitches
You dont know nothin bout what pain is, sucka
Ill put your ass underground like a train conductor, muhfucker
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
I know you dont want it with me
You know you dont want it with me
You talk and soon you gon see
You dont wanna bump heads with me
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, Shady Aftermath
G-Unit
Fuck you think they call us G-Unit for?
Cause we move units, huh-uh
Dont think we aint billin you for this motherfuckin studio time
Matter of fact, keep it on 50, well call it even, ha |
Ah, yeah...
Uh huh...
Aint it amazing how crazy the hood done made me
Feels like my emotions are froze
Its the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
Im a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes
When Im hanging out that window with that AK filling your punk ass with holes
Cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana
Im mule on that Greyhound from NY to the Carolina
Paper chase, different name, same face, dont catch a case
My road dogs on parole, his baby girls four years old
We play the block, pistol cocked, you could shoot or get shot
Kill you for your crack spot take everything your ass got
Semi-automatic spray, bust back or run away
Niggas talkin in the hood well handle this another day
In November you make my shitlist you did you can cancel Christmas
Ill send you a gift, niggasll come and leave your ass twisted
Them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
See a nigga get merked, a babys born, man the world turns
I seen it all crystal clear so I keep my pistol near
Hearts never full of fear, homie I stay well aware
Of whats going on around me, motherfuckers want me dead
I go with a smile on my face when its my time kid
Aint it amazing how crazy the hood done made me
Feels like my emotions are froze
Its the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
Im a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes
When Im hangin out that window with that AK fillin your punk ass with holes
Lil niggas I done paved the way, yall should thank him
But if you think otherwise
Bring your boy over here so I can spank him
Ill put an end to your career, BITCH
Before you speak on 50; buy a .40 and a spare clip
These niggas gassed up, gettin to used to rap
Like I wont give em more bloodclots than Supercat
Niggasll SNATCH YA, Im like a back catcher
Ill give a sign, and then throw something at cha
Round here niggas die off hydro
And even when it aint 4th of July it sound like pyro
You smart enough to creep and lay your dumb brains down
The poundll spin you around like the young James Brown
I know Im hot but hey, Im icy too
Rocksll hit you from a block away like a beat from Dr. Dre
Were taking over this year, Ks and the soldiers is here
Everyone knows its a scare, YEAH
Aint it amazing how crazy the hood done made me
Feels like my emotions are froze
Its the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
Im a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes
When Im hanging out that window with that AK filling your punk ass with holes
My papa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man
Hed just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram
I would hop in my Impala and ride all through the night
They gave my homeboy life so when you do it, do it right
My fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two
No other solution you think we hollering and hooting
Until you wake up and then you got to hear bout these shootings
I take a pull from a loosey and put the clip in my pocket
Before I take another bullet Im gon pull it and pop it
And if its beef my nigga, then let your guns do your talking
The graveyard has got plenty room for a coffin
They say that we responsible for boosting the crime rate
They say that we the reason that these young niggas buying weight
But Im gonna keep this Glock on my waist til my dying day
Its Nuthin but a G Thang, G-Unit and Dr. Dre
Aint it amazing how crazy the hood done made me
Feels like my emotions are froze
Its the things I done seen and the shit I been through
That make my heart turn cold
Im a gangsta you find out for sure if you ever step on my toes
When Im hanging out that window with that AK filling your punk ass with holes |
Dont worry bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money
Dont worry bout I spend my money, boy, I got a lot
Dont worry bout that car I drive, dont worry bout that bike I ride
Dont worry bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch
Dont worry bout it, dont worry bout it
Dont worry bout a mothafuckin thing
Dont worry bout it, dont worry bout it
We got a strap up in here if niggas playing
When time pass and Im not around, niggas saying Im out of town
Probably moving them bricks around, they swear they know how I get down
Dont worry bout what Im doing, dont worry bout what Im doing
My closet full of that fly shit, black card when I buy shit
Sell the shit you get high with, these niggas on my dick
Dont worry bout what Im doing, dont worry bout what Im doing
Thats your bitch, I understand, Ive seen it all on Instagram
Im just from the past, I done been all in that ass
Dont worry bout what Im doing, dont worry bout what Im doing
Dont be worry bout my record deals cause I still got my plug
Dont be worry bout my bitch pimping, she get money out that club
Dont be worry bout my partners and em, we get money, we eating
You talk shit bout a real nigga, bitch, you must be tweaking
Dont be worried bout my whereabouts, money all I care about
Keeping it real in my neighborhood, play with me and Imma air it out
Why you worry bout my money, nigga? Bitch, you think Im broke?
The Fed worry bout what Im doing, think Im selling dope
I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot
I aint never gon snitch, nigga, never been no bitch nigga
I got big guns, need a extra large, yall niggas got question marks
Talking down on a real nigga, thats how you get a hater charged
Dont worry bout what they talking bout
Dont tell me what that bitch done said
Im done with her, you can go with her
Im leaving here with another bitch
Dont worry bout how they look at me
My diamonds on, damn, look at me
These pussy nigga be shooked at me
Wanna judge and throw the book at me
Dont worry bout it, I aint worried bout it
Had time to talk to my legal team
Dont worry bout it, I aint worried bout it
Aint shit they could do to me
Still rocking, still rolling
We holding, bill folding, you know it
When I start to ball out money start to fall out
Throw it up, it fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out
Thats what I call my lifestyle |
Yeah
Im tryna catch me something
A little jux or something
Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me?
That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money, make money-money-money
Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way
Take money, take money-money-money
You wanna spray at me? Go head; the last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled til he died
Your little sister calling you stupid, reason why?
Her and your mama in the living room now hog-tied
I came up with two new ways to get rich, I cant wait
Got a brand new SIG and that old .38
I be scheming to put a little bread on my plate
Watching dreads serve skunk through a hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day
You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch, please
This the stash house, jackpot, there go them keys
My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana
Cocaine coming out my pores in the sauna
Im serious, man, Im so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffreys career
Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, YEAH!
Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me?
That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money, make money-money-money
Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way
Take money, take money-money-money
Whos that peeping in my window?
Wow—the Feds on me now
They know when Im sleeping, they know when Im wake
I know they got my phone tapped, Im screaming, Fuck Jake!
Im trying to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad News, VA—now, that sounds great
I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy, waiting to get fucked
I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats
They charge me 500 apiece for two MACs
Then Im back doing me, Im back out on a spree
Catch me a nigga slipping out, pumping that D
Get me a little crew, Ill have em pumping for me
The more product I take, the more paper we see
Change my name in NY, they dont know where I be
Yeah, a nigga doing dirt, but a nigga low-key
Nigga, that watch is nice, thats what you bought for me?
That chain is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Them earrings is nice, thats what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move, Ill break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money, make money-money-money
Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way
Take money, take money-money-money |
Nigga, , nigga, you know I dont fuck with them niggas. Them niggas pussy. Sucka ass niggas. I dont like either one . But the other night Im in the gambling spot. Nigga come up in here - boom - hit the door. Get the fuck on the floor, bitch, get down on the floor. I turn around like, what? Niggas like, get down! Im like, nigga, I got on white linen.
Fuck it, I mean we gotta kill what we eat, right? Its not a problem, its really not a problem. Southside
Okay, the dope addin up, the coke addin up
The smoke addin up, my pockets are fattened up
I got bitches in my bedroom, nerds on computers
Diamonds round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, look ma, I made it
I grind so hard to get here I cant be faded
I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds
Five different crimes, same .45
Got client-attorney privilege, so a nigga aint lyin
Cause they aint gon say I did it and I aint gon say I did it
And I might go back and forth to court, but I bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? Nigga, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a nigga aint broke
I had a safe size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault
Now I got real money, that fuck how you feel money
That nigga, you look at me wrong, get killed money
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin off some shit at you
You gon be put in a body bag
You wont get a chance to fire back
I peep my swag in the mirror, I think I got a crush on me
I dont want no wack bitches touchin me
Tailor-made threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a bitch sea-sick, waves all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, Baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, Im so fly it aint fair
Every day a different dime piece
Rose Gold, a different time piece
Hublot, AP or rollie
Your bitch and your jeweler know me, homie
Im bulletproof, go head, take a shot at me
You be a dead nigga like the last one that got at me
My shirt level three so I aint got a vest on
My heart like ice, my chest like teflon
Im a nightmare right here, just me and my knife, nigga
Dont let me find out you aint bout that life, nigga
Its doomsday, I mean goon day
I get the orders, like, air out the room, Dre
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin off some shit at you
You gon be put in a body bag
You wont get a chance to fire back
The mollies had a shorty ass trippin strippin in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass while I was strokin her kitten
I be in my own zone, still clutchin the chrome
Talk state of the art, you will see nine to foe
My passport need pages, Im fuckin round out in London
Jetlag from jets, wrist lit baguettes
Trippin in my charm, look bitch, Im a don
So shit go how I say it go, fuck if Im right or wrong
My paper long, bomb kush in the bong
It feels like Im dreamin cause a nigga on
Im so far from a hammy down, Im out in Miami now
My bitch no speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect? I got connects for the dope
Im no joke, blow 30k on the coke, stuff ten in the coat
Nigga, front, Ill have a hand full of dreadlocks
Bitch, I hit your ass with a headshot
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin off some shit at you
You gon be put in a body bag
You wont get a chance to fire back |
Me, Im like a pilot, G5 Jet Im fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, Im fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball
Nigga every law and every rule I break
Feds tryna watch the moves I make
Everyday I get birthday cake
Theres a hundred racks there in that safe
Hundred grams there on that plate
I aint thinkin bout catchin no case
Nigga my safe house super safe
I zip Giuseppes, I dont tie no lace
Tom Ford, Y-S-L, nigga, run and tell, Im fly as hell
Big Bentley, Mulsanne, no LP, just two songs
A-side, B-side, Ryder gang, bitch, thats right
From N.O. to N.Y, I got shooters bitch, dont act cute and shit
We was born broke, no silver spoon
My niggas strapped, they super goons
These niggas here kinda soft
We get the bread, then fuck it off
Get more money, then fuck it off
Make your bitch wan suck me off
We aint had shit, we learned to ball
Them ghetto bitches they love us all
Shorty bounce it and she clap that
Slide down the pole, shes a super ho
That gold cuban, I jack that
You niggas know how this sposed to go
Im in the club with niggas, I clap that
That P90 I pack that
Your fuckin head, I crack that
You wan test me? Dont test me
Look, lover boy whatre you trippin for?
Niggas dont even want your ho
My nigga Ill fresh out the pen
You gonna make him go back again
Them bottles coming, we turnt up
Them sparks burnin now watch us shine
You do this shit once a year
We do this shit all the time
Now captain come and save her
Get her from around this paper
Shell never be the same
I mean like everything will change
She cute blow a little cheese on her
Get her ass shots, throw Ds on her
Them shoes more than you think though
My bitch look like my bank roll |
D-D-Do you, do-do, do you think about me?
Do you, do you, do you think about me?
Do you think, do you think, do-do-do you think about me?
Do you, do you, do you, do you think about me?
You think about money when you think about me, huh?
Its why my ex my ex, you dont wanna be her
She used to have the Beamer, now she own a sneaker
I had her eating lobster, now she eating pizza
I think about Easter when I think about Keyshia
Shorty stay fly, thats why I keep her
Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa
She good if I leave her, she got her own Visa
Think about them when you think about fronting
Think about stunting when you think about me
Im the boss, Bentley or the Porsche?
Overseas see jet skis slide across
I love the way you dress, now take it off
Put your legs high on my shoulders of course
Im racing through your mind, but you already lost
Im at the finish line and youre a friend of mine
Come on, lets ride
Just a little bit, every now and then
Goddamn girl, we used to be friends
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit, just a little bit
I think like a hustler, Im thinking bout a shipment
She thinking Im her hustler, she thinking bout commitment
Its like Paul McCartneys stuck in my head
He fell in love with a bitch who walked away on one leg
She aint even have to run to get away with the bread
Thats some fucked up shit, think about that, kid
Im thinking what this bitch thinking when she take me to court
I pay my child support, what the fuck she want?
This relationship shit is too much for me
I wanna fuck, be friends and live comfortably
She wanna shine and blow mines on shopping sprees
She should have what she want, just not from me
Im thinking bout my future, she brought up my past
She dont care about me, she just want some cash
Im thinking damn, girl, we used to be friends
How did shit become all about ends?
Just a little bit, every now and then
Goddamn girl, we used to be friends
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Do you think about me?
I know you think about me
You got to remember all the good times we had
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit
I remember when you told me
That Ill always be special to you, darling
You were so special to me, do you think about me? |
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back and cruise
Heres a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I pour my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when Im out on the street
Put my Teflon on, and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I dont fuck with these clown niggas
In the race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker went in stores, Reebok stock soared
I aint gotta say Im a boss, niggas can tell
The East Coast crib the size of a small hotel
The shit journalists write about me leave me confused
Have me feeling like the heavyweight champ when he lose
I read somewhere Im homophobic—shit...
Go through the hood, theres mad niggas on my dick
Now, we can get hostile, or we can do this smooth
TNT around, I can still make blow move
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, lets go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, lets go
Last year, I woke up with good luck; damn, it feels good
On the low, I done fucked like half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position—you know how it goes
And my Bentley bumpin Prince shit, this is When Doves Cry
This is what it sounds like when hollow-tip slugs fly
Homie, this is something you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you
Jealousys for women, but some niggas is bitch-made
They make you wanna run across they head with a switchblade
They point the finger at me, saying Im bugged
My flows crack, you listen, your fucking brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin on my neck, hands gripping on a TEC
Fool tripping, threw a set, you can get your ass wet
Cards messing up my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, lets go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, lets go
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins , Im still thugging
Cruising, rims gleaming like the stones on my wrist
Zoning—guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustling backwards if you chasing a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper—they come with the shit
Im falling... in love with success
Entrepreneur, connoisseur, I maneuver the best
Rolling Ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunner, have your homies burning Rest-in-Peace candles
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a babys born, my nigga, the world turns
Rappers, I make em sick when I say Im the shit
They mistake my confidence for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In 99, I had a vision and made a decision
Being broke is against my religion, now Im caked up, what!
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, lets go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, lets go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, lets go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—cmon, lets roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music, lets go |
Aw!
It hurts
The Ds trying to pin a murder on me
In the precinct they saying I done murdered homie
I told my lawyer I aint heard of homie
And everybody know my niggas murder for me
You see homo on your crib, it aint a burglary homey
They finna to have me stuck in purgatory
Im down to do the sticking when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
Wait, Im getting sidetracked, back to the story
These cocksucking police got it in for me
They flash their lights, they wanna rough me up
Frisk me, find my burner and cuff me up
But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Units the new Bebos, who gon be Eddie Byrne?
Huh, well find out when niggas let off the rounds
And his partners screaming officer down
Police get in the way
Ill murder them, Ill murder them
A nigga already got three strikes
Ill murder them, I said Ill murder them
Any motherfucker touch me
Ill murder them, Ill murder them
You dont believe me, wait and see
Ill murder them, you see I told you Id murder them
They saying Im an accident waiting to happen
I got one in the head, Im just waiting to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, dont fuck with no black bitch
I got two felonies from selling that crack shit
And the third one, came from showing niggas my mac spit
See Im down for that daytime action
Have niggas crawling under cars when I start to cappin
So they dont know what to say to the captain
But they know if word get back, something gon happen
Ive been shot, Ive been stabbed, but I aint been snitched on
When you snitching where Im from you gon get your shit blown
Southside - I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay, I go first
Cause your babys momma is my babys momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama
Police get in the way
Ill murder them, Ill murder them
A nigga already got three strikes
Ill murder them, I said Ill murder them
Any motherfucker touch me
Ill murder them, Ill murder them
You dont believe me, wait and see
Ill murder them, you see I told you Id murder them |
Yo bro
Whats up?
I think I had too much Hennessy, man
Im fucking with that Effen
This Hennessy getting to me
I aint gonna lie, I’m a little smizz
Who that? They with us?
Im a little drizz
Let em in, let em - 50
But we in the club, man, OOOUUU
I let my young niggas drill like power tools
Power on every week, I make power moves
Talk what? I come through with all kinds of jewels
Beat the case, come to court with all kinds of Jews
Got your bitch telling me to go slow
She bouncing on the stick like a pogo
She went below the belt, thats a low-blow
Then tried to take a selfie, thats a no-no
Niggas be hating on the low though
See me in the Coupe or that four-door
You say you the plug, where the dough go?
We throw that at them hoes in the go-go
50 back on that bullshit
You cool with my opps, we aint cool, bitch
You got to watch how you do shit
Thats just not how real niggas do shit
Ooouuu, ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em off
Yea they hate but they broke though
And when its time to pop they a no-show
Yea Im pretty but Im loco
The loud got me moving slow-mo
Ayo Tweetie, where the hoes bro?
Ayo Keys, where the hoes tho?
That other nigga, he a bozo
Its M.A, you dont know ho?
We got liquor by the boatload
Disrespect the Lyfe thats a no-no
All my niggas dressed in that rojo
I ride for my guys, thats the bro code
Baby gave me head, thats a low blow
Damn she make me weak when she deep throat
I need a rich bitch not a cheap ho
They be on that hate shit, I peep tho
My brother told me fuck em, get that money sis
You just keep on grindin’ on ya hungry shit
Ignore the hate, ignore the fake, ignore the funny shit
Cause if a nigga violate, we got a hunnit clips
And we go zero to a hundred quick
We just them niggas you aint fucking with
Pockets on a chubby chick
And still go bag a thottie in some bummy shit
Yerr Eli, why they testing me?
Like I dont always keep the hammer next to me?
Like I aint got a hitter to the left of me?
Like we aint in these streets more than Sesame?
If thats your chick, then why she texting me?
Why she keep calling my phone speaking sexually?
Every time Im out, why she stressing me?
You call her Stephanie? I call her Headphanie
I dont open doors for a whore
I just want the neck, nothin more
Shawty make it clap, make it applaud
When you tired of your man, give me a call
Dyke bitches talking out they jaw
Next minute calling for the law
This nine will have them calling for the lord
They aint getting shmoney so they bored
I could never lose, what you thought?
M.A got it on lock, man of course
They say I got the juice, I got the sauce
These haters on my body shake em off
Pussy Im a bully and a boss
Im killing them, sorry for your loss
I just caught a body, Randy Moss
Now this year Im really going off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body, shake em off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
Ahhhh, these haters on my body shake em off
Ooouuu
Ooouuu
These haters on my body shake em off
I could never lose what you thought? What they thought?
I could never lose what you thought?
This henny got me, it got me sauced
This henny got me oh, it got me sauced
I could never lose what you thought?
M.A got it on lock man of course
Ooouuu
Ooouuu |
Ten years
Yo, the sun dont shine forever
But as long as its here then we might as well shine together
Better now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
And when you hear something make sure you hear it right
Dont make an ass outta yourself by assuming
My music keeps you moving, what are you proving?
You know that Im two levels above you, baby
Hug me, baby, Ima make you love me, baby
Its ten years and we still running this motherfucker
Yeah, as we proceed to give you what you need
Its all fucked up now
What the fuck yall gonna do now?
Yo, yo, we cant stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
Im high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berretas
Yeah faggot, if I want it Im gon have it
Regardless if its handed to me or I gotta grab it
Dont make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me
Im cocky, raps Rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that Im eight levels above you nigga
Ill plug you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
Im the wrong one to provoke
And rattin on niggas is only gon leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowards
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit til we start approachin these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
In the commission, you ask for permission to hit em
He dont like me, hit him while wifey was with him
You heard of us, the murderous, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of Satan, they say my killings too blatant
You hesitatin, Im in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
Lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenomenal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone - Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And Im quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
Militant, yall faggots aint killin shit
Oops Cristal keep spillin shit, you overdid it holmes
You in the danger zone, you shouldnt be alone
Hold hands and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby, fantastic
Graphic, tryin to make dough, like Jurassic
Park did, quick to spark kids who start shit
See me, only me
The Underboss of this holocaust
Truly yours, Frank White
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
Ayyo, it cant stay dark for long
They say its darkest before the dawn
Calms before the storm
Im happy Mason Bethas now preachin the Psalms
And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John
Yeah right, this is what Lifes Afters like
B.I. Frank White, your Bad Boy For Life
No matter what the public say we gon prove
It aint another MC that could fill ya shoes
Cause Biggie Smalls is the illest
Realest my stones the chillest, got homes and villas
Overseas and what was me, I found out
Other MCs been tryin to find ya route
Its ill when MCs used to be on other shit
Took home Life after Death and they studied it
Listened to the double disc
Now they all spit, like they all legit
Frank tell how we did it, go
We got the shit mapped tight, brass knuckles and flashlights
The heaters in the two-seaters, with two miras
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
Im the witty one, Franks the crook from the Brook
Mad he broke the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all yall diminish
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we finish
Venice took the loot, escaped in the Coupe
Break bread, with the Kiss, Peniro, Sheek Louch
Black Rob joined the Mob, it aint no replacin him
Niggas step up, with just macin them
Placin them in fune-rals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P. Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, yall just betray men
We spray men, I position, competition
Another day in the life of the commission
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her bitch like she Queen Latifah
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit gon get uglier than the Master P sneaker
Im slidin through the Ruckers, with Prada on the Chuckers
So the spring break hoes, home from college wanna fuck us
I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckers
Ill sick Rottweilers on you fuckers, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow the soul outta hero
Ima break fore I lay on the floor buried
Besides, every rapper aint a star, and every plaid aint Burberry
You cant tame Lloyd, Im smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like Im playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and Ill put a dot on ya head like its part of ya religion
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
We got the real live shit from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at? Where my niggas is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at?
Yeah
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
Where you at?
I told yall, ten years from now well still be on top
Weve just begun
Thank you ... thank you
B.I.G. forever
Bad Boy baby
You know the rest
Fuck yall niggas wanna do? |
Fuck You
I dont give a fuck
I dont give a fuck who you are
Fuck You
Niggas is this and that
Im even, even better than before
I dont give a fuck who you are
Fuck you
Niggas is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best
Either Im trippin off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin
Im havin flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin
Comin up, I was taught never back down
Thats why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there aint a shell left
Come with my gun smokin, you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on em
Theres a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggas know, aint nothing sweet about me
They keep asking me questions, like 50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah-Tah?
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody whos somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LETS GO!
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggas not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured theyd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with Illmatic
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Mattola aint shootin out in the hood wit me
Ive been shot 9 times my nigga thats why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandmas prayers the only reason Im here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
Thats why you bitch like me, son Im a heavyweight
How dare these niggas take me lightly?
I aint come to make friends and niggas aint gotta like me
My own homie said 50, you done lost yo mind
Cause I shootout in a broad day, run and toss my nine
Cant find a nigga in the hood, that say 50 aint hot
When I drop, Im sell like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jux me, A week later yall be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasnt always crazy
This aint how moma raised me, this how the hood made me
The Ds call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggas runnin like Jesus Comin
Theres wet pillows in prison, niggas cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggas would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that Rikers Island Bing Talk
Talkll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin to do hard time like Pistol Pete
See, niggas uptown understand me in the street
You niggas uptownll Stan me in the street
Ha-ha
Fuck You
I dont give a fuck
I dont give a fuck who you are
Fuck You
Niggas is this and that
Im even, even better than before
I dont give a fuck who you are
Fuck you
Niggas is this and that, Im just, Im just, Im just the best |
Yeah
I know you dont love me
You aint the same when Jay-Zs around
I know you dont love me
You scream and holler when Eminems in town
I know you dont love me
Snoop put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me, you punk bitch, I know you dont love me
Gators and ostrich, you know the apparel
You could see my outfit on the Discovery Channel
Im a stunner, my bitches trained like robots
They sniff coke, deep throat and they hold out Glocks
Its the brick-copper, the ounce chopper
645 NASCAR driver thats known to spit lava
Im in Cancun with a model in the bedroom
Her pussy tight like an airplane bathroom
Talk out your mouthpiece, baby pa
Or the baby AR will make it hot like South Beach
I move like Bin Laden armed with them hammers
In that new Jag wagon or James Bond Vanquish
Medina all red, mira, give me head
Bad bitch, look like Eva Mendes
Im a gangsta, general, comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag, nigga
I know you dont love me
You aint the same whenever Banks around
I know you dont love me
You scream and holler whenever Ushers in town
I know you dont love me
See, Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch, I know you dont love me
Im in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frames
Six by nines playing, so I can hear everything
Heavy on the gas homie, hogging up two lanes
The navigation got me to where Im gon be staying
A trunk full of something that can get a nigga life
So my seatbelts on and Im stopping at the lights
I done been to Queens before, but not behind the wheel
Im a country nigga, aint this many buildings where I live
But the business gotta be handled, so where this coward at?
We leave a couple niggas laying, bet them bitches holla back
Ever since Yayo been home its been on
Smacking niggas up, employees is getting sent home
On this battlefield, you know, its kill or be killed
Leavin niggas with bullet holes and hospital bills
This is how it is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I wont stop til Im on a Wanted poster, motherfuckers
I know you dont love me
You aint the same when Lil Jons around
I know you dont love me
You scream and holler when Slim Thugs in town
I know you dont love me
Yeah, Em put me up on how the hoes get down
I aint got time for a groupie-ass bitch
Try to run game and they aint about shit, I know you dont love me
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon getcha
Cause the sawed-offll microwave a nigga like Adolf Hitler
Fuck pressure, I enter the ring calm
Im nicer than them Japanese niggas in ping-pong
Look at my ring, don, at least a hundred K worth of bling on
Smoking the same buddha as the courtroom shooter
I got the mind of a genius, the rag-white Jag
Backhand like Venus, jab like Zab
And your bitch, Im making her knees knock in the lab
Nut on her and send her to the weed spot in the cab
And I dont hate all music, I just hate yalls
And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
Im ahead of my class, fucker
And I only serve a bitch once, so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggas calling out my name in vain
Must want a jab to the jaw to be they claim to fame
I know you dont love me
You aint the same whenever Banks around
I know you dont love me
You scream and holler whenever Ushers in town
I know you dont love me
See, Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me, you punk bitch, I know you dont love me |
]
{gunshot}
{gunshot}
Yo, yo, we cant stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan, then we might as well die together
Im high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around with them pounds and Berettas
Yeah faggot, if I want it, Im gon have it
Regardless if its handed to me, or I got to grab it
Dont make a ass out of yourself trying to stop me
Im cocky, raps Rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that Im, eight levels above you nigga
Ill club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga
Ugly nigga, Im the wrong one to provoke
You ratting on niggas is only going to leave you smoked
So the only thing left now, is toasts for these cowards
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
I got a industry gangstress, that argues, and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her bitch, like she Queen Latifah
Now all the vehicles is long enough to stash the street sweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
Im sliding through the Rucker, with Prada on the chuckers
So the spring break hoes home from college want to fuck us
I aint here to drop knowledge on you suckers
I sic Rottweilers on you fuckers, cops following to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lot of zeros
When it come to paper, I blow the soul out a hero
Ima break before I lay in the floor buried, besides
Every rapper aint a star, and every plaid aint Burberry
You cant tame Lloyd, were smoking by the big screen
Changing the channel, looks like Im playing the Game Boy
I know the watch bothering your vision
But reach, and I put a dot on your head
Like its part of your religion
Why party with a pigeon? Im blowing a ten
Because Bush handing out flyers, for a party in the prison
Im in the Gucci vest, with the green and red straps
Im the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every mornings a fast start
But it aint a problem getting dressed
Because my closet got more aisles than Pathmark
Run when we starting a raid
Or leave with twelve shells in your mouth, like a carton of eggs
Im a young pimp, pardon my age
I dont got long hair, but if I did shed be parting my braids
Niggas find out what club they at, take them with us
And run trains on them, like a subway map
Your advance is a grey Acura; see these record labels
Got most artists getting fucked like the gay rapper
I go to college on the tour
Im going down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
Keep your ammo clean, TECs polished in the drawer
Cameras by the hampers that monitor the floor
By now, you probably heard of me, fresh out of surgery
Flashy as a fuck, you going to have to murder me
Burglary, Im leaving with your Nikes burgundy
White tee burgundy, you match now, back down
Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
Catch me on a boat, with weed smoke and fishing gear
Heavy when I tote, C-notes from different years
Bezzy and the rope, remotes and lifting chairs
You aint rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like Im a cab dispatcher
You better off with the stupid guys, looking for a coupe to drive
You aint getting nutting, but you french fries supersized
Its a damn shame yall still local
Im in a million dollar studio laying my vocals, nigga
You still in the projects nigga, you aint going nowhere
You going to be there for the rest of your motherfucking life
And your mama saying: Im supposed to tell you something, to encourage you
Something positive, alright:
Well, I aint going to lie to you motherfucker;
You aint going nowhere
Get yourself a beer, and get on the fucking curb {gunshot}
Fucking dirtbag {gunshot} |
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Im a hustler, baby, Im a hustler, baby
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, Im sure Ima get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, its all a part of the game
If I aint the coke man, or the dope man
Im almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, Im gon take it
Robberies turned homicide, its nothin to play with
Make money, make-make, make money
When shit hit the fan, well take money, South sidе
Beef with the best of em, donе shot at the rest of em
Checks, Im collectin em, check, boy, Im finessin em
Big bags of bread, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head
Fore the weather break youre dead
Lets get to it, they dont do it like we do it
Cop it, whip it , bag it, flip it
Re-up, we up, Gd up, whaddup?
Runnin round this bitch, still not givin a fuck
When it come to that paper therell be no complications
Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin
And its alright, thats how we do it on this side
Niggas get to it on this side
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, Im sure Ima get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, its all a part of the game
If I aint the coke man, or the dope man
Im almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, Im gon take it
Robberies turned homicide
Its nothin to play with
Its all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards right
Dont get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin on sight
Never go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or right
Protect your life cause Ill Deebo it like you was just a bike
Two Cuban links just like Im Tity Boi, ridin round your city, boy
Two-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip Ahoy
More money, more problems, got me feelin like Im Diddy, boy
Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me
Try to post up on his block, I bet we wont allow em
Might grab that nigga off the lot, we pull em in the alley
We need some silence, suppress em when he start rattlin
As you drivin, therell be hell when you done did a robbery
Not your hoe man, Im the boss man
Not the dope man but I bring the propane
He had a scope on it but he hit em close range
Stormy days but you know we bringin more rains
I know heartbreaks, setbacks
Bitch, if I crap out, Im sure Ima get back
I been through the ups and downs, you know I get around
So to me, its all a part of the game
If I aint the coke man, or the dope man
Im almost for sure man, I gotta take it
No need to say shit, Im gon take it
Robberies turned homicide, its nothin to play with
Oh, oh
Welcome to the South side
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah |
Yeah
Don
M-M-M-Murda
Its been some time, but its worth the wait
These other niggas tryna perpetrate
Spreadin money out in my circle and make it circulate
They got the nerve to say that Im forgettin bout niggas
But niggas forgettin the favors I couldnt get out of niggas
We had to work for this plan to hit
I see him lookin sideways, so I parked on the curb to put a slant in it
Nothing ever handed, we got on cause we demanded it
They know who the winners, the decision is unanimous
I know I aint perfect, but look Im workin
I could make a melody like, Yeah, yeah
We just turnin up, what you really want?
They tryna tell us that we cant go back there
Dont tell me you love me, show me the money
Where Im from, love can go bad, yeah
Dont you feel alone, I go through it too
Now turn around and let me hear you say, Yeah, yeah
Stay ten toes down, Im really focused
Look who I rolled with
Same damn gang as last year
If you didnt notice, niggas talk shit on some ho shit
Til they hear that thing go blam, yeah
Subliminal postin, yeah, they roast shit, they jokin
Until we pull up to the scene like, Yeah, yeah
Everywhere we go now, they feelin cautious, they worried
I can make it so you cant come back, yeah
I think we should stop the make-believin
I be so damn fly without a reason
I made 65 over the weekend
I bring my whole gang to every event
I know I aint perfect, but look Im workin
I could make a melody like, Yeah, yeah
We just turnin up, what you really want?
They tryna tell us that we cant go back there
Dont tell me you love me, show me the money
Where Im from, love can go bad, yeah
Dont you feel alone, I go through it too
Now turn around and let me hear you say, Yeah, yeah
We come from the city thats never sleep
Stay on point or get hit up for no reason
My young niggas hurt them, they meant to murk em
They puttin work in, have em bring it to you like, yeah, yeah
If thats what you want, you can get it too
Have em get at you, pull up with that blicky like, yeah, yeah
Southside to Highbridge, the live shit
Bali To Balmain, we out here on some fly shit
Different pedigree, yeah Im from a different regime
On your ass, feel like Im half-man, half-machine
When I say they dont want the smoke, they know just what I mean
I had they whole block taped off, call it a scene
Yeah, we on that same bullshit, sun up to sun down
Nigga pop out and get popped tryna run down
Go head, get popped tryna run down
Think a nigga bluffin, fuck around and get gunned down
I know I aint perfect, but look Im workin
I could make a melody like, Yeah, yeah
We just turnin up, what you really want?
They tryna tell us that we cant go back there
Dont tell me you love me, show me the money
Where Im from, love can go bad, yeah
Dont you feel alone, I go through it too
Now turn around and let me hear you say, Yeah, yeah |
Shit ya did it again my nigga
For shizzle dizzle
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
Now I know you done heard about me
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
Now I know you done heard about me
Im a P-I-M-P
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G
And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G
And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P
Yo that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
Rewind that, play that back
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
Now I know you done heard about me
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
Now I know you done heard about me
Im a P-I-M-P
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G
And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G
And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
Im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You dead wrong if ya think that pimpin gon die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
Im down with that nigga Fifty like Im down with blue
Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzt, fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I aint fuckin around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down
Thats waitin on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin
And spittin this mag-ah-nificent pimpin
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G
And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G
And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P
Its G-Unit and the D-P-G
From New York City to the L-B-C
Ill break it down for ya, Im a P-I-M-P
When my gun go off nigga ask about me
Nigga look what done happened since yo bitch done chose
My wrist done froze
Ill show ya how I get them hoes
I spit that G that be fuckin with they brain
Have em on the track when its freezin in the rain
Spring on a bitch with the nerve to complain
Like bitch you dead wrong, you catch a date you’ll be warm
You said you want the finer things in life, you gotta go out and get it
And Ill be right here waitin when you come back with it
Ya see I was born to break a bitch
My instructionsll make a bitch
I got me a New York Knicks, Celtics, and a Laker bitch
I got that G that make these hoes have a change of heart
Im a natural, I been good at this from the start
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause Im a G
And Im a motherfuckin C-R-I-P
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and Im a G
And Im a motherfuckin P-I-M-P
Its goin down now with Fifty and Big Snoop Dogg
And the archbishop, Don Magic Juan
Ridin shotgun with WhooKid
The straight up pimp is crack-a-lackin
Its pimps up, you know its hoes down
Its green for the money, gold for the honey
We off and we runnin
With Fifty and Snoop Dogg and the mackelineum
Keepin it down playa
Pimps up, you know the rest
Church |
So what you sayin, boy? You a shooter, boy?
Nigga, we dont care who you shot
Nigga, quit talking money round rich niggas
Nigga, we dont care what you got
Bitch, I got six niggas that hit niggas, boy, I dont give a fuck
Especially when Im lit, nigga, real shit, nigga
Send a bitch to line you up
Boy, I dont chit-chat when I click clack
I might ask a nigga, Whats up?
Pull off in an Aston, pull up in a hooptie
Then you fuck-niggas getting fucked
Talking bout rapid-fire, automatic, brrrrrt, bang
Nigga, hit everybody, I said everybody
Laying right there where they stand, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint sprayin nothing, you aint laying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Til you do something, niggas out here putting that work in
And Im cool, nigga, like that cup I put my purp in
You aint bout the strap, you aint bout that knife, you aint bout that life
You aint bout that, that gangsta shit, you aint bout that
When its on well have you broad day or night, you aint bout that, right?
You aint bout that life, that gangsta shit, we bout that
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Theyre not GGA, you play, Im gon see whats happening with ya
I dont talk it out, dont rap about it, Im not these rap niggas
Got a maniac mind-state, will increase the crime rate
Me and every nigga on my team got a bathroom, bitch, try me
You aint sayin nothin, thats Twitter talk, Im from where real niggas walk
Crackers tried to lynch me, but couldnt get me cause Im real smart
Heart of a lion, what that mean? I got a big heart
Certified in style, been like that since a lil boy
Nigga, who you talking to? You know what Ill do to you
Transvestite your bitch-ass, make you work out in a hula hoop
Street king, Boosie, boo, did things that turn you Christian
Let it burn, fuck the consequences, what you saying? Ill burn you
Bitches to the ground with no mercy, I promise you
From Baton Rouge to Cashville, niggas gon ride for Boos
So what you saying? Yeah, dont tell me, you dont wan see my mind twisted
Oh, you pussy talking like these bitches, when I see you thats your issue, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Fresh out these handcuffs, dopeboy fucking these bands up
Thick bitch, watch when she stand up, she just bounce, nigga, nigga, nigga
Im brick money, my nigga nigga, you an ounce, you aint shit, money
Im rent money, I get money, a bitch better get what she can get from me
Got tats all on my body, my paperwork coming back clean
Me and Boosie just tryna help B.G. get through his fourteen
I dont want liquor, I just want lean, I caught two bodies on four beams
I gotta slow down , well nigga, nigga, nigga
Its going down, point em out and Imma point blank it, point blank
I will have you emptying everything you have in your bank
Bitch, I aint get no visits, I just done my time, ho
Bought your bitch so many bottles turned into a wino
Stomp a nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga ass out in these Giuseppes
All my bitches on par, all my niggas got felonies
Dont do that, you aint bout that, you dont sell that, you dont count that
You might grew up being around that, you werent there where we was gettin down at
Lil nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you aint saying nothing
Nigga, you aint saying nothing, nigga, you aint saying nothing |
Yo, you know what I want?
I want the beat to drop in, right, like, now
Niggas be thinkin Im crazy right? Yeah, you are crazy
I aint crazy - you are crazy - at least I dont think Im crazy
I think my shit is hot, I think Im hot you hot, but you crazy
Why they wanna? I dont know
Its the money that makes shit get ugly
Its the money that makes these hoes love me
Its the money that makes niggas wanna slug me
Man, I thought the money would make it all lovely
Yo, I actually write what I do and see
The felonies from day to day make me say what I say
When I die my art will be worth as much as Picassos
Dont cry for me, smile for me
And if you see them niggas who wet me wile for me
Remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed
And all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
Let my tombstone read I Tried and from the start
Everything I wrote was from my heart
So it’s always gon be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, dont fuck with my art
Sometimes it sounds like Im playing, but Im sayin
This shit is real, it aint a game
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
Im convinced it can happen to anybody, kid
So I get vest up when I get dressed up
In the hood its messed up, niggas running round shooting shit up
If its Dom that you drinking fill up my cup
If you gossiping about me shut the fuck up
Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?
When getting robbed aint a good time to press ya luck
Duke listen, if you move Imma hurt you
Youll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
Right now what you need to do is give me the cash
Forget about your boss being mad, just save ya ass
Be a good boy now, go and get your stash
I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash
Alright, run along before I shoot ya ass
I hate to do this to you, but I really need this cash
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
I know we all gonna go, but Id hate to go fast
Then again I dont think itd be fun to stick around and go last
Man listen, if you really really like this shit
Nigga, call Steve Stoute and Ill write ya shit
Call him now before I drop for real cause after I drop
Imma be chargin yall niggas like forty a pop
To each his own: me? Id get it while it was cheap
Typical mentality, I know, Im straight from the street
1999s the year of the predator, Im killing to eat
Niggasll treat you like a egg, when you come to cop you get beat
Give me your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? What a treat
Youre a generous guy, take em off or die
Man, we hurting round here, aint nobody slinging pies
Look around, aint nobody round here fly
Why you round here with this shit anyway? Huh? You high?
See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine |
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused and pissed at God
Demons pullin at my soul til its ripped apart
Secrets out, Momma: that fire, I started it
Fuck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire shit
Whats positive about a father that bust nuts then wussed up
And a momma that dont show her son enough love?
Shit, thats why I run from my first son
And force these chickenhead bitches to get abortions
I married the Game, my mistress is Fame
My girl packed her clothes, she know I aint gon change
Go insane in a world evil as ours
I done shot at houses, people and cars
The deeper the scars, the worse is the history
God, you aint gotta forgive me, just dont forget me, you hear me?
Lord, forgive me, for Ive sinned
Over and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories filled with sin
Over and over again… and again
And most importantly Im tryin to support my seeds
Cant seem to get away from them courtin fees
Embroidery, on my hood across my heart disorderly
Breakin in houses of people who aint got more than me
Accordingly, I move in error
Gotta face the fact though, I cant fool this mirror
Neglected my daughter
And tryin to blame on how I was brought up
Like Im a product of this environment, why aint I shot up?
Got up today like, Why you let me breathe again?
And with each breath I feel death is creepin in
Thinkin sinners are winners and Ima finish last
My pen and pad record my life as each minute pass
Passin minutes, I shook sin and shook drugs
I did right by you, but still you took Bugz
Then caught me in adultery, fought me
For not knowin through the dark streets
You walked me, talked to me
Lord, forgive me, for Ive sinned
Over and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories filled with sin
Over and over again… and again
Its the risk thats a rush, so rush my wrists into cuffs
Its like a fight for your attention and love
Speakin of Bugz, give me a hint from above
If he not, you know I wanna be sent when Im done
Kid out of wedlock so my ladys frontin
I love Em cause he gave me somethin
A positive anything is better than a negative nothin
I was on the edge of death, ready to jump in
Its hard when you cant find love anywhere
And just because the reverend listen dont mean he care
Pops on crack with a sufferin past
I dream in black and white, the world color me bad
Other than sad, painful and stressed
Life is good with the webs that tangle with death
Control the border, control the score
I have sinned amongst men and my soul is yours
Lord, forgive me, for Ive sinned
Over and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories filled with sin
Over and over again… and again
Lord, forgive me, for Ive sinned
Over and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories filled with sin
Over and over again… and again |
Boy you forgot my style
Flowers, a funeral service, a kids in the coffin
It sound so familiar, dont it happen so often?
The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy
Couldnt help but think nigga better you than me
.38 aint got no safety, that bullet got no name on it
But its hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it
First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots
The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching
Run, run, hit the gate, Ds yelling drop it
Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up
His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent
She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits
So in her eyes, hes mommys little baby
But he was outside talking to niggas crazy
In a room full of people came to pay their respect
I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check
That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail
And my man, tomorrow he gon get out of jail
ROR, trust me nigga I know the law
Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit Im on it
Thats his first taste, I mean his first case
Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped
This nigga here we still got that, yeah
First law in my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying
Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron
These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures
Trying to come up, still eating around roaches
Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions
Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas wont clap you then
We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch
His wifey just sat there, preachers werent saying shit
Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
This type shit a nigga got to see to believe
These bitches acting up in here
Police they dont fucking care
Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit
Cousin back from college saying he gon get who did this shit
He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball
You play with the wrong niggas we gon get to letting off
I done seen enough, feel like its time for me to split
Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit
Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor
All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga
We all cant win, some of us got to lose
Envision a lil dog barking at a pack of wolves
Cause thats what happened, yeah yeah, thats what happened
He just went on and on till niggas started attacking
Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When Im dead and Im gone niggas will remember the name
Its |
The Giants play in New York
Forbes, 1, 2, 3
I get money, money I got
Money-money I got, money-money I got
You know what it is, aww man
Its the billion dollar remix, baby, for reala
Come on man, Im hot now, drop now, top down I got style
Been around the block pal imagine what I got now
The Bentley the Ferrari, maybe the Bugatti
Range and Maserati, I got em all, goddamn
My money, my-my-my money, long
I blackout and break a bat on your ass like Barry Bonds
I get it, Im down for the jooks now whats up
Im with it, I told you I was gon cake up
I did it, niggas tryna show me how to ball
Man, they tryna buy some Gucci, Im tryna buy the mall
I aint came to get a little bit Im tryna get it all
My new bitch a cool bitch Im fitting to make her spoiled
If my watch is right, my stocks is right
But dont be shocked tonight, if you get shot tonight
Still gutter like a mothafucka, chipped up
Dont be surprised when I grip up, you slip up you could get it
I get money, money I got
Money-money I got, money-money I got
A lotta money on this record man, I like being around money man
Its three the hard way baby, you know my mothafuckin name
Bo knows but Diddy did it
Cars, jewelry and big homes, yeah, Diddy did it
Shootouts, coastal beefs, yeah, Diddy did it
But my lawyers so good that Diddy got aquitted
I met J. Lopez out in St. Tropez
While you was riding around in Miami on mopeds
Oh, you just got here
I been doin this shit for over ten years
I am chilling, in Sean John denim
Nigga I dont walk nowhere Im four wheeling
Champagne spilling, chilling, no ceiling
Stealing a quarter million, feeling, ice grilling
Hit the avenue, earthquake up the morgue
Give Jacob a call then make a withdrawal
Face on the Forbes in 94 I did it
Dont like it Im a Bad Boy now lets get it come on!
I get money, money I got
Money-money I got, money-money I got
I get the pounds, the pesos, the yen
I celebrate and Im fresh out the pen
Im a hustler, Im back at it again
Im bad and I dont play pretend, fuck with em, Jay
Im a hustler baby, cant escape my past
When I flipped Rocawear, I told em: Give me mine in cash
Yeah, checks might bounce
Alphabet boys might check my accounts
Still hustling baby, hurry up, kill me
Im already the GOAT, next stop is the billi
Young turbo, six speed 9/11
Im revving Im trying not to spill my merlot
When my girl go on world tour
Ladies Im back on the street like Im out on a furlough
Im back clubbing, Ace of Spades bubblin
Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket?
Im killing the block, multiple whips
So Im killing the roof, like Michael Vick
Yeah! Just call me Forbes.com
In case yall forget New York is still mine, I get it
I get money, money I got
Money-money I got, money-money I got
You talking my language now baby
I wouldnt wanna be outside the borough on this one |
Shawty my type tonight, you know I’m kind of picky
She saying I love New York, I’m saying welcome to my city
Corporate type, Im finna strip her to her Vickys
She about her business, why you think she fucking with me?
I could smoke to the rhythm, see Im really not a dancer
G-Unit plus Jeremih equal summertime anthem
It’s hot now, time to put the top down
I’m here, girl, I’m coming around your block now
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Dont you tell em what we do
Dont tell em, dont tell em, you dont even, dont tell em
Dont tell em, you dont even, you dont even gotta tell em
Dont you tell em, dont you tell em
You dont even, dont you tell em, dont you tell em
You dont even, you dont even even gotta tell em
Dont you tell em, dont you tell em
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell em how you hit the ground with it
Girl, you know I’m from Chicago, I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it
In it, nobody take me out though
You got gifts, bring em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, Im puttin miles
Don’t you worry bout it, might gon work it out
Only is you got me feeling like this oh why, why, why, why
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Dont you tell em what we do
Dont tell em, dont tell em, you dont even, dont tell em
Dont tell em, you dont even, you dont even gotta tell em
Dont you tell em, dont you tell em
You dont even, dont you tell em, dont you tell em
You dont even, you dont even even gotta tell em
Dont you tell em, dont you tell em
Don’t tell ‘em I be around this bitch
Got you doing all kinds of freaky shit, making flicks
Don’t tell ‘em I be in your front door
Then I’m in your backdoor on all fours
Don’t tell ‘em cause a nigga would be heartbroken
Chest out, stressed out, nigga start smoking
I ain’t trippin’, I am chillin’, I ain’t illin’
I ain’t thinkin’ about no nigga in his feelings
They gon’ try to break us up, don’t let ‘em
Half of these hoes never rode in a Phantom
We be doing the thing, girl, hope you don’t change, girl
Maybe one day I might get you and my main girl
Tequilla shots, got her taking off her top
Make that ass pop, I’mma drink this bottle to the last drop
I got bands, baby, dance like a mascot
You can hit me up, I done moved from the last spot
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Dont you tell em what we do
Dont tell em, dont tell em, you dont even, dont tell em
Dont tell em, you dont even, you dont even gotta tell em
Dont you tell em, dont you tell em
You dont even, dont you tell em, dont you tell em
You dont even, you dont even even gotta tell em
Dont you tell em, dont you tell em
Don’t tell your baby father shit
He worried about getting lit
Them other women can’t outclass you
Celine bag with the tassels
Pretty face and she got some ass too
High heels, pills and potions
Wrists get the dutches, we smoking
I’m a starver for my Southside chicks
But please don’t run your lips about no side nigga dick
Money too long, it don’t matter, but it measures
You ain’t in my good look, we just look better
Gotta keep it on the low though, don’t tell ‘em
He ain’t cuffing you like a convicted felon
Said she wanna groove back like Stella
No one could do it better, K. I double letter
She beautiful, she bella, homie, don’t sweat her, let her
She was like that when you met her
RG, Goodfellas, let’s go
You don’t really care right? Say it like you mean it
Later on youre sneaking, behavior going indecent
No holding back, ain’t got no reason
Middle of the summer and I’m out here freezing
Please and all of the above
Girl, don’t tell that nigga nothing, play it cool
He accusing you, just say it wasn’t another fool
New clues, I leave your nose, dimes need every one of those
Hundred rolls, holding your heart, I play my part
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl, I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fucking like no other
Dont you tell em what we do
Dont tell em, dont tell em, you dont even, dont tell em
Dont tell em, you dont even, you dont even gotta tell em
Dont you tell em, dont you tell em
You dont even, dont you tell em, dont you tell em
You dont even, you dont even even gotta tell em
Dont you tell em, dont you tell em |
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit!
We on fire
Up in here, its burning hot
We on fire!
Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot
We on fire!
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Uh, nigga what you say?
We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire this
Nah, I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster than the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your hair
Yeah, Im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills
We on fire
Up in here, its burning hot
We on fire!
Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot
We on fire!
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Uh, nigga what you say?
We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire
If you know anything about me, then you know Im a baller
If I dont hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I cant blame her for what her momma taught her
And I dont care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her butter
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint sparing a quarter<
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when Im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to come when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader
We on fire
Up in here, its burning hot
We on fire!
Shorty take it off if it get too hot, up in this spot
We on fire!
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Uh, nigga what you say?
We getting loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire, fire, fire |
Uh, man
Remember niggas used to pay bingo?
Like yo man, bingo man, thats my call man, for real
Big body Benz, big body Benz, big body Benz
I say all I ever wanted was a big body Benz
All I ever wanted
Killers dont have no conscience, blat, wont think about it
Trap up in them houses, rats, they Mickey Mouses
Gats up in their trousers
Ma came in and gave me a slap
Said she found all that crack under her couches
I cant sleep, Fred Krueger in my dreams
Call niggas all machines, all yall work for me
And Id rather work a triple beam than at Burger King
Rob you for your bling-bling, give me all your ching-ching
Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything
Before I leave, lifes a bitch, and we just havin a fling
Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings
Let it ring til it click, empty clip
You can smell me and see Ive been through some shit
With my clique
M-Zone, Rida Gang, now these hoes gon ride the dick
Its because of street fame these bitches know what it is
They gon say Im doing my thing when I pull up in that six
Lord knows
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz
Pushin coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles
Then they got them vapor bitches, Im like this for real?
Me, I want that big Benz with the emblem in the grill
Start packin the steel, lettin niggas know the deal
I want that shit so bad, start thinkin who I got to kill?
Thats how a nigga feel when we out there in the field
That Glock was pumpin, paper comin, how can niggas chill?
Barrel link manage gold teeth, put gold all in my grill
Shoot out shit, I rob your bitch, I use her as a shield
Shit, look at the wheels, wooo! Look at the wheels
Chrome two-piece Lorenzos got me lookin like a mill
Peace call, if you wanna talk then later we can build, AHH!
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz
Uh, sittin back in my new AMG, smokin with 2-thou-15
Golden wrist, few pounds of green
Park this shit, shoot down yo teams
Now it seems, oh so clear through Beams
Flow so dope, I lean
Fuck you mean? Lucky that you breathe
Choke the leaf
Focus through my new designer lens
Tell her not her friends
Beaucoup dollars spent, new jewels line em in
Too cool time to win, Im on top again
You gon top me off, excuse me out
Bullshit you about, front, them Rugers out
Face the sword, no risk, no reward
Peace talk wont go nowhere, gets ignored
Price you cant afford, white man at your courts
Get you more, right here like before
Seen it all my life shit end like this
Come back filthy rich, still not guilty, bitch, uh
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz, big body Benz
All I ever wanted was a big body Benz
Big body Benz
Nigga, knahmean?
Dreams man, street dreams, ya feel me?
Free PJ, free my lil homie Chucky, yknahmsayin?
Straight up and down man, oww!
Free my nigga Red Elway, ya heard me?
Just caught ten, ya feel that?
Damn, shit real man, we just was all real niggas man
Just out here chasin our dreams man
Everybody wanna be fly, everybody wanna live flashy youknowmsayin?
Its all about feedin the fam, man, straight up and down man
So we gon do whatever it takes to get it
By any means... {fades out} |
They said I aint a threat, but now I record and send the check
N I stash half the cash n spend the rest
N I would a been broke like yall if I didnt invest
We both got ice n cars but I aint in debt
A lot of vets need a give rhyming a rest
Yall sound like has-beens, n I aint impressed
Im dying to bet, you fellers know I aint the best
Prove Im lying if I aint correct
They call me doc, Ill give your dog shots but, I aint the vet
N I got dough so, I aint upset, ayo
I do the drop on, Michael Js and the top gone
At least I got the butter like microwave popcorn
Stop drawing its gon be hard to move me
Swizz tha Monster, he could star in a horror movie
I usually, I click fast, and bang ya bitch ass
N aint nothing change, I got cane for the quick cash
But change I whip pass, aim n Blid-ast!
The kid Cass got the game on smid-ash!
Slang the stid-ash, Im tryna stack money high
Gimme money till I die, gimme 25
Man I might not be alive when Im 25
Thats why I carry 2 nines, n a 25
And sell 20s, thatll get you dummy high
Bagged in a one-25, on 25s
Them 20s on the five, my coochie rate sky rocketed
Look Ock Im a pimp, thats why I popped ya chick
Sis got the it, know she tryna cop me it
Now she start giving up dough to go shoppin with
Popping ish might get you to deserve it
But it happened, be happy she aint get you murdered
Im a straight cannon, n Im getting the cake can
N I be out the state tanning, eating on baked salmon
Im straight scrambling, tryna sell a gram of Ye
But ya strip only get a grand a day
N there ten of yall on it, pretending yall doing it
You dont get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred hours
Selling other niggas coke n only gone get a hundred dollars
You could probably get some money if you come an holla
Cause I got haze, n I cop Ks
So my block made heavy money
My weed fluffy, n got red hair like Peggy Bundy
I got 20s come cop from the house
Cause the green you got garbage like Oscar the Grouch
I got more change then you got in my couch
Next cat that scream my name gon get shot in the mouth
I got the yay on the stroll in my whole notebook of raps
Every bar raw when I write its like cooking crack
I gotta mean street team that be pushing packs
Im getting gravy like the 80s, I took it back
Im watching niggas on the block get shook and rat
Seen niggas serve the wrong fiend, get booked for that
I watch niggas try to floss n get took for that
So between the draw of jeans where I put the gat
Meek keep the piece, n you know Mook ll clap
Last cat that slept on Cass, he took a nap
You cats will go night night for the right price
So I suggest you know respect if you like life
Cause the white high how I made loochie
Them big rocks got em like Chris Rock when he played Pookie
The strip poppin, I ride for cash
N you softer then a toddler ass
You could ask any cat that was on the strip with me
If I flipped the key, n I had Christmas tree
Man, Cass sold more bags then Lipton Tea
N I had chicks trick for me, cause Im a pimp
My watch, I gotta squint at my wrist to see
What time it is, n my hip where the llama is
Ill look at yall cats cheques like, where the commas is
Fishtanks in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know Im going slow, but my rims is spinning fast
Im in a class by my self, you niggas ass
You did it in the past, but now you niggas trash
N my flow pathetic, yea Im so poetic
Even though I dont get my credit, but its copasetic
Everything I spit is so sick like my throat infected
Im the illest nigga out, n I aint sold a record
But you know Im gunna blow cause Im so connected
Swizz going to produce, Jay gon promote the record
Who hard as me what, I did a song with R but
I aint on no RnB stuff
I aint no pretender, yall remember the free stuff
N thatll happen to a nigga actin like he tough
I spit toxic waste so talk slick n
Get ya faced sliced up a like chocolate cake
Rest in peace to B.I.G, P.A.C., Aaliyah, Left E.Y.E
New York, Game you dont stop, Big Pun, n you wont stop
I said, Rest in peace to B.I.G, P.A.C., Aaliyah, Left E.Y.E
Freaky Tah, you already know Big L, the whole click yo
My name Cassidy, Im on the heezy man
I get so slick and greezy man
All my strips pop like a greasy pan
Cut your dough short like, Easy man.
Believe me, you need to come see me man
My coke make smokers have a seizure man
A chickll see my hand, and leave her man
You need a keys to a Beamer, like Im Beenie Man
You see me man, Im a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances at yall with ya Goofys on
Box, Pink Pathers, Snoopys on
I just put up all my jury on
All my diamonds, n my rubys on, shinin off the light
It look like I got a Coogi on
The roof of the coupe is gone, and Snoop is on
You dudes is simply dumbies
Yall on the block with empty tummies, n trying to get this money
I just got a watch, niggas tryna get this from me
Oh the coupe dropped it, shit a nigga clumsy
Chickens want me, N aint tryna hear no
Yea Im trying to pop, but Im not trying to head though
Come over here yo, come on dont be scared yo
Ill Im trying to do is get brain like the scarecrow
On Wizard of Oz, look I dont be lying
A lot of yall need courage like the cowardly lion
All this powder Im buying, I can make a brick road
And my nickels the size of Swizzs nose
But thats gettin old, we gone bring it up to date
N niggas know that I spit shit for yo
Im a grown ass man, I dont play with kids
I spray the led, and rip you apart like a Mr. Potato Head
I bought the Bentley GT, n its tomato red
Cause I sling butter of the color, of potato bread
I grind for mine, dime for dime
Cats hatin, but they know my rhymes line for line
They tryna perpetuate, how you gone hate n you a fan
Man, my strip poppin like bacon in a pan
My little mans ll take them grams and walk to Brooklyn
For the cake, but they aint Making a Band
I put 10 on my wrist, put 8 on my hand
About 80 on my neck, cause I be scraping the pan
I take a trip, Im back with a tan, Im with a diva
Sippin Margaritas with my back in the sand
Or Im on a yacht gettin my cock licked from a Chinese freak
Tryna eat Beef Yachiniku with chop sticks
I just got the hard top, n I aint got car shop
I just hit Swizz on the phone, he on the car lot
Im a star, I got love for the game
But Im still a thug mang, but a slug in yo brain
N put blood stains on your timbs, so when the clip low
Get low like the Ying Yang Twins
Or your scar be all on the windows n the wall
Im in it till the end yall, win, lose, or draw
My name Cassidy, I know you remember me man
I hold twin revolvers like Im Yosemite Sam
I ride with the 4-5, but I dont drive an Infinity man
Im the guy you pretend to be man
Thats why when you take a shot, its not going to be Hennessy man
That pawn knocks on my evils man, damn
I cant let it slide around n ride petrified
Lettin them decide when they gon try come test the odds
F that man, I make the gat exercise
N you could be next to die, you better recognize
Or you get done for, trump if you want war
Its nothing, cause you aint even uckin with my young boys
Alright you got dumb rhymes, I got dumb moths
Im sick with it, man I spit until my tongue sore
N you niggas done crimes, but I done more
My bedroom closet remind you of a gun store
See Im the one you run from, not come for
You could get the whole clip, plus one more
You aint never slung raw with your fake ass
I was burnin my bags determined to make cash
N if the table start turnin, Im a take cash
You betta try to find a Teflon face mask
My mom said, Calm down, you aint safe Cass
N I aint tryna see you at your way up to upstate Cass.
So I fell back, tried not to sell crack
Try not to sell kis, I aint even sell trees
Yea I chilled but, I was still gettin bread
Cause I did credit card scams with this chicken head
Im a be a hustler till Im sick or dead
But for my Moms sake, I had to let the grind wait
I was young at the time, I had to get my mind straight
I liked to rhyme n got nice like in nine eight
I started gettin props, then got ish on lock
This was right at the Big died, n I was missin Pac
Listen not, I was really on cash
I was only 15 n had Philly on smash
For real, I still got Philly on smash
I mean theres some hot knuckles, but Im still the top knuckle
N Im stick a block knuckle, so Im money hungry
N I pop knuckles that try to take money from me
See my money funny, n I aint joke a lot
Cop 20 after 20 cause I smoke a lot
I got an herb problem
N I aint even drop a single yet n Im starting on my 3rd album
N I bet you want my dick fam
Cause I met your CEO and he say, Yo Im a big fan
Im a big man, cramped in a skinny body
N with the mini shotty, I jam anybody
Cause I dont feel none of yall
N with the raps or the gats, Ill kill one of yall
Awwh, Yall ready know I got my hand on my hammer
Mind on my cake, cause I grind for the cake
I do crimes for the cake
I could do the time but I aint tryna get a case man
I got the gun with me, but you dont get a one fifty
I keep the nine on my waste
Take a knife out and put a Nike sign on your face
I put in time for the cake, thats why Im grateful for every dime that I make
I got signed now dimes climbing escape
Cause my pockets puffy and it remind them of Mase, wait
Im a bad boy, get trash bags full of cash boy
Im in a Vanquish, not a Jag boy
Why you mad boy, cause you catch cabs boy
N you gettin paid less paper then my bag boy
You a hater thats sad boy
Cause yo mom even liked me, I might be yo dad boy
You a messed up, I know you upset up
But you better watch how you talking to your step pop
Watch, Im a be gon in your fridge
N walk around with my boxers on in yo crib, kid |
DJ please, pick up your phone
Im on the request line!
G-Unit!
This is a Missy Elliot one-time exclusive
Is it worth it? Let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup
If you got a big , let me search you
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup
Remix!
Now Missy she too much for me
Took me to the crib man, she told me
Now my babymama told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me
She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like WHAT
Next time Ill hit her in that G5 TRUCK
Ive got the magic stick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls dont cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching! Ching! Jackpot, I think Im in love
Im looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club
Id like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you dont or you will or you wont cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips dontcha
See my ass and my lips dontcha
Lost a few pounds in my waist for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
If you got a big , let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
If youre a fly gal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Dont I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You wont find a bitch thats even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards
Im not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
If you got a big , let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Why-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Rock-thai,-thai-o-toy-o-thai-thai
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Aint no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldnt get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, Oh yessuh massa
Picture Lil Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I dont have to ask ya
When I come out, you wont even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
If you got a big, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
To my fellas, ooooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God |
Put em up
Put em up, put em up, put em up
Put em up
Put em up, put em up, put em up
Hands up! Shorty, when you party with me
We goin way past quarter to three
Im good in the VIP
I got my hammer right here with me
You know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jux
Everything aint cool as the fame
And this shit aint as sweet as it looks
You know Im puttin something on me
Right before I leave outta the car
You go tough talkin at me
You gon leave out the club wit a scar
We pop bottles like its all free
Fore I leave, Imma buy out the bar
You gon order whatchu want, its on me
Im a G, take a look at a star
It feels so good to live sucka free
Im soakin it all up while your girls suckin me
It mean the world to her, its nuttin but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip or let a mothafucker be
Im a rap star, who posed to be ridin around in that car
Two in the front, in the back got the plasma
This aint a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldnt buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And Im busy so I move a bit faster
You cant tell me yes if I dont ask ya, huh
Im a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket
Rule number one: keep ya gun or get ya ass hit
And thats it, lights off and ya body stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Yea
I cruise through the strip, 22s on the whip, new Ruger on the hip
Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip
Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit
I dont care whos on the strip
It aint only the Ferrari now, the jewels got em sick
Now its 2006, I need a new bottom miss
Its aight, they can talk, Im amused by the pricks
Im the news out the bricks, nigga, whos hot as this?
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got em pissed
I aint a cuddler, I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice-grill, but it aint the same
They dont see the faces, they just see the chains like
OOH when ya get em, they dont know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular shit, the everyday mentality
They charged up, dont make me put in the battery
Put em up
Put em up, put em up, put em up
Put em up
Put em up, put em up, put em up |
Aww nigga do you
Know what this is
1 shot, 1 kill, whats the deal
G-UNIT!
Aww nigga do you
Know who you with
Its Tony Yayo
Up in this bitch
Got them german lugers
Wit them hollow tips
6 shot Rugers
WitH them extra clips
50 cent, back on that gangsta shit
On my way, OT to flip them bricks
In that big, body benz you know its a 6
Got your bitch on my dick, I stack them chips
And Im flashy as a fuck my jewels are sick
From a block away you can see the kid
Dont front, muthafucka you know my style
I dont go nowhere without my .40 cal
On the low, shawty got a thang for the kid
And ya know, Im finna take her back to the crib
Here we go, Imma show her how a playa live
At the door, I tell her take her clothes off...shiiit
Shorty so seductive dancing on me
The way that she move is making me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
Imma turn her over and tell her lets do it again
I put the g in g-unit
Baby I got game
Any more good to go
And I dunno your name
Is it the wheels on the hot car
Meals from the shot bar
Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star
Ladies tell the truth, you know Im cute
But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe
Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off
Going to the tele and your getting popped off
I cant stop thinking of the things you do
When you freaking me and Im freaking you
I said the ice on my neck make the shorties stick
Baby let me fly you in my lear
Stop, slow down baby
If you hear this in the club shake it go down baby
Its past my curfew but parole dont know
Tear up the club, dont call my PO
Shorty so seductive dancing on me
The way that she move is making me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
Imma turn her over and tell her lets do it again
My waves keep spinning, my charm be amazing women
You know them black and them white and them asian women
Lets cut the small talk, you know why I approached you
I cant stand with a dime thats anti-social
Gucci lip gloss, louis vuitton, and them boots from beneto vinetto cost her arm
Yayos a don, my car european
You got mirrors in your pants cause I see me in them
Listen, I piss out cris, inhale haze
In the marriott getting laid all day
Tattoos, and piercings and rings in your tongue
Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum
I need groupie love, the coupe on dubs
Im in this club with a tre pound snub
Dont blame it on david Im all iced out
50 got me rich so the bars priced out
Shorty so seductive dancing on me
The way that she move is making me horny
If I wake up next to her in the morning
Imma turn her over and tell her lets do it again |
Man I finna do my thang
Its crazy in the club when Im in there mayne
Trust me homie Im not playin
I have the dance floor off the chain, I said
I came to bring you that California love
And a little New York hate, its all of the above
Im not playin, I said Im off the chain
You niggas better follow instructions, I said
I ball ‘til I fall, stunt til I drop
Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot
You buy a bottle, I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
When I get into it, I get into it
Everybody can’t do it the way I do it
I make it rain, till the sun come out
A nigga playin, we make the guns come out
Now, my question is who they gon blame
When Im back number one on the Billboard again?
Shit shift now, the game done changed
Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain
I guess I made the kids want slang
And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang
Nah, its just music man, its just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it
I have the savoir-faire
I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really dont care, I said
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say
Im gettin money man, I really dont care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said
Yeah, lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos
You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive
See itll tell you what your mileage is when Im inside
I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round
Switch gears till your love comes down
I take you to the point of no return if you listen you learn
Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn
While they cant get a place, she drop the bomb on me
Its up and down and up and down gracefully
Rick James wouldve said She a Brick House
But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout
I find out she like it how I like it, huh
Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung
Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good
She said it so good, goddamn Im so hood, nigga what up?
I have the savoir-faire
I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really dont care, I said
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say
Im gettin money man, I really dont care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said
And get into it
Youre now rockin with the Unit, I say
And get into it
We gon show you just how we do it, I said
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath, I said
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath |
Im still a rider, Im still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making
Im still a baller, Im still balling
Thats five times I aint picked up, your bitch still calling
Im super ghetto, Im still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick
We still mobbin, niggas still starvin
We still deal after deal, shit is no problem
He still love her, she aint shit
Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick
Hes still a real niggas, still will kill
Told the still bitch dont squeal or get your cap peeled
The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Im still a rider, Im still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making
Im clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty
Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty
See Im a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers
Im at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker
Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger
Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything
I aint here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that youre lame
You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper
Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper
Im gone
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Im still a rider, Im still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making
She on my leg like a little kid
She hump my leg like a horny bitch
Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, Im a magnet
Nah, I aint running after no broad, she stuck on my dick
Im a different breed, blame it on my genes
Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green
Shes seeing dollar signs, Im seeing reasons why
Never had to stress no pussy, Im one of a kind
Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun
You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
There aint a bitch more dime than me
The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me
While you..
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Im still a rider, Im still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making
Ghetto niggas stillll pick a penny up
You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up
Little homie loading a semi up
Catch em all after the club, tell em the ante up
Anyway, each and every day, Im looking for a better way
You owe me, you better pay
Ghost, let the beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope and some better yay
I aint chasing pussy, never have
Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
Still a rider, still rolling, still need a mask
Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Im still a rider, Im still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, thats how Im owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
Youre a sucker for love, nigga, Im money making |
This mic on?
Ladies and gentlemen
Id like to thank you for coming out tonight
For the screening of my new film
Im Not Rich Im Still Lyin
Its 50 Cent starring as Game, its autobiographical
I hope you enjoy yourselves
50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe
Im gangsta Im crippin, the Damu Im trippin
Fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck N.W.A
Man Im Hurricane Game
I brought the west back, I write the best raps
Snoop shit aint all that
And I get bad bitches now I even fucked Mya
50 you a liar
See thats why I hate you, you think you know me
Imma tell everybody you shot my homie
I hope the police get you and you go to jail
Feds freeze your accounts so you cant make bail
I hope everybody on G-Unit go to hell
Wit Eminem, Obie, Stat Quo and D-12
So what I was on Change of Heart?, so what I was a stripper?
So what I never banged? Im from Compton nigga!
Now horror films they scare me
I watch action films very rarely
When its comedy or its drama
Its starrin me no problem
Now horror films they scare me
I watch action films very rarely
When its comedy or its drama
Its starrin me no problem
G-G-G-G-Unot! I got my own shoe
So, the ads in the magazine nobody cant tell
You tryna be funny, D-Mack got all my money
And Jimmy robbin me, they listenin probably
Me and Fase had a fall out he really not my brother
We got the same father but we got different mothers
Now Suge punked Dre but he dont punk me
I won a Vibe Award this year nobody punch me
So what, its still on my trophy case I think nothing of it
Now horror films they scare me
I watch action films very rarely
When its comedy or its drama
Its starrin me no problem
Now horror films they scare me
I watch action films very rarely
When its comedy or its drama
Its starrin me no problem
Yeah; its 50
New album, July 18th
Its called I Cant Stay Away
Yall thought I was gonna let yall eat? Naw nigga
Oh! This is too much fun man
Hey... hey nigga I seen yo lil DVD nigga
Is that all you got? I mean newsflash: nobody believes you
Then you say you woke up outta coma 2001
Well yo brother says you never were in a coma
Then you say you were in a gang
Well yo brother says you were never in a gang
Now you can get your records together
And you can submit em to me
I mean you can send the records you have to me
So I can... open... ya album budget, your recording budget
You gotta send your music to the boss.... thats me, the boss
Yeah....its D-Unit, G-Unit, thats it, thats all
I rule with a iron fist
Cocksucker |
I get money, I, I get money, I
I get, I get, I get, I get
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
Money, money I got, money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
Money, money I got, money, money I got
They keep on sayin the same rappers are the best
Jay-Z and Kanye West, maybe theyre just tryna distract it
From the fact that Im comin back
Or maybe its cause I aint black, maybe its because of that
Maybe its because Im the highest sellin artist in rap
While Im sittin back in my office jackin off to my plaques
Im still sick, how can I be sick this long?
And Im still alive, Magic Johnson of rhymes
I thrive on makin my opponents think that Ive died
Thats when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there
Damn, I forgot how much money he got
On the beach of St. Tropez, but your man dont lay
In the sun cause I dont tan, I burn, blood clot
When you gonna learn how much money weve earned?
How does it feel to know I came in this game at 25
And coulda retired at 29 in my 20s still?
And Fif hit a lick on that Coca-Cola shit
He aint even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick
No more, oh boy, goddamn did he score!
To go from sellin bags to bottles right out the store
And Shady hit the box office, man, he knocked the socks off us
My ex-wife is set for life, you profitless cocksuckers
So stay the fuck off us, we make pay
Im just a super easy modest MC, okay?
Til I hear the word has-been, thats when I start spazzin
Smart asses, kiss a smarter ass then
Im the best thing that ever happened to rap, bastards
Im a blonde Dre, now gimme Kanyes glasses!
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
Money, money I got, money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
I, I get money, money I got
Money, money I got, money, money I got
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York
When I come outta court, yeah, I pop the cork
I keep it gangsta, I have ya outlined in chalk
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya Im about my bread
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
Whoa, hey
Whoa, hey
Whoa, hey
Whoa, hey
Whoa, hey
Whoa, hey
Whoa, hey
Whoa, hey whoa
I get money, money I got
I get money, money I got
I get money, money I got
Money I got, money I got
I get money, money I got
I get money, money I got
Money I got, money I got
(I said dont get outta line
I-I get it, I-I get it
Yeah, yeah) |
Heres a little info you should know
You dont know what youre in for
What youre in for
We get the party rockin, bottles poppin
Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah
System thumpin, the club is jumpin
Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah
Lets toast to success and take it a little higher
May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires
Let your driving ambition offer you new visions
May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions
This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass
This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had
Lets enjoy tonight like tonights our last
We can focus on the future and reflect on the past
We done came so far, I mean, look where we are
If they dont call us by name they call us entrepreneurs
From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life
Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight
Want the best of the best, the top of the top
I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop
We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average
More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, cmon
We get the party rockin, bottles poppin
Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah
System thumpin, the club is jumpin
Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah
What was once a strike against us has become an advantage
Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts
That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential
Product of the environment , they aint been what weve been through
Im fond of the phrase If theres a will, theres a way
Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play
Southside , its alright
Ghettos my Alma Mater huh? Its alright
We could keep the party jumpin like this all night
The bottles, just keep em comin, baby, lets get right
Lets get it on, play a little Marvin
It’s gettin hot in here, homie, this could be a problem
Keni Burke style, lets keep rising to the top
Lets do it, do it big and let a fuckin hater watch, oh yeah
This is perfect, this a moment to remember
As we proceed on our money getting agenda, cmon
We get the party rockin, bottles poppin
Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah
System thumpin, the club is jumpin
Tonight we gon turn up til we twisted, yeah |
Its cold
So cold
Yall niggas know
Know what Im about
Fuck with my dough
Then the guns come out
Yall niggas know
Know what Im about
Fuck with my dough
Then the guns come out
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say Im fucking crazy, they think Im out my mind
Cause Im down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money long
You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on your own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terrordome
The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins
Blue still in the range, Im doing my thang
The semi-auto spray, run if you get away
Well find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
Yall niggas know
Know what Im about
Fuck with my dough
Then the guns come out
Yall niggas know
Know what Im about
Fuck with my dough
Then the guns come out
In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggas dont know Im around
Hop out, hit em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187s in progress
Hard niggas finna soften up when that lead touch em
You cut em once he keep fighting, fuck it just keep cutting em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you dont wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get your cap peeled, nigga you know the drill
Brownsville, Flatbush, Crown Heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food and the hand that feed em too
Nigga welcome to the jungle, New York, New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
Look homie, Im cool with some Bloods, Im cool with some Crips
Im cool but if theres a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I dont know karate, but I split the bricks
I dont love em lover boy, we can share a bitch
Yall niggas know
Know what Im about
Fuck with my dough
Then the guns come out Yall niggas know
Know what Im about
Fuck with my dough
Then the guns come out
Ill come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, cooling system makes the shell case muffled
Scope, infrared, run youre still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new Macs and llamas
Got respect for human life, but will accommodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fucking with me, theres no tomorrow
Niggasll run up on you tonight and hit you with hollows
Yall niggas know
Know what Im about
Fuck with my dough
Then the guns come out
Yall niggas know
Know what Im about
Fuck with my dough
Then the guns come out |
jackpot, got the right 7 digits
Why call to kick it when I can come through to visit?
It wont be long fore a nigga get to know you right
Show you right, couple of hot spots we can go to tonight
I watched her, waist trained proper
Either it’s genetics, or she got the right doctor
Strobe lights when she move to seduce me
Make a nigga wanna go sushi
I just hit the lotto
Pull up to the V.I.P., pop a bottle
Tell me what you want and I got it
She said she’s from Nevada
She said she goes to school in Chicago
But she wanna dance, and she model
Girl, with a body like that and an ass like that
Drop it to the floor, bring it, bring it right back
You know I be on, baby, just like that
You know what to do with it
It’s just the way I feel with you, baby
It’s just the way I feel with you, baby
I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto
Jackpot, got the right 7 digits
I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto
Jackpot, got the right 7 digits
I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto
Ask about me, I’m persistent, consistent
I put a hand on it and told her kiss it, she kissed it
I’m not the one that broke her heart, I fix shit, I fixed it
Type nigga runnin’ ‘round always saying slick shit
The kind of the right mind, you can deal with
Hit my line at the right time, we can chill, sip
And sip on somethin’ and let your feelings out
When it’s just you and me, that’s what it’s really ‘bout
The way I feel with you, baby
It’s just the way I feel with you, baby
I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto
Jackpot, got the right 7 digits
I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto
Jackpot, got the right 7 digits
I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto
You better believe that I got her
And the 3 right behind her
They said they wanna follow
So I grab another bottle
Showtime, no Apollo
I know you’re catchin’ the vibe
Tell by the look in your eye
Girl, you know I
We gonna get active tonight
I hit the jackpot tonight
I can’t deny
It’s just the way I feel with you, baby
It’s just the way I feel with you, baby
I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto
I just hit the lotto, I just hit the lotto
I just hit the lotto |
Unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I wont
Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop
After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure theres pain
Even though we broke for the moment, well be ballin again
Til I make it, yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to niggas too scary, get too near me, we rushin
Visions of over-packed prisons, visions of niggas thug livin
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they dont test us
They pull the heat out, ammunition in crates
Psssh! Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin
It’s like I’m - dreamin, seein scenes of me ballin
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked 45, snatchin niggas pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin 40s, moved to harder shit
God damn, now Im a grown man, I follow no man
Nigga got my own plan
I am unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I wont
Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop
I got a handgun habit, nigga front Ill let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
Im allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas
Front and Ill put your brains on that curb fast nigga
I aint a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I dont play bitch
Move like Im militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas cant move me
I squeeze till I run out of ammo, if its a problem its handled
I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
Its crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First theres crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We dont go to funerals, but well go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man
I am unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I wont
Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop
Theres a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
Cause thats sort of unique cause you know its me
My poetrys deep, and Im Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You cant sit still, its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
Im strapped, its known any minute I could snap
Im the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It aint even funny, I aint even hungry, it aint even money
You cant pay me enough for you to play me
Its cockamanie you just aint zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, Im just brutal
Its no rumor, Im numero uno, assume it
Theres no humor in it no more, you know
Im rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
I am unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I wont
Ill keep fighting until the day Im in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop |
Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey
What yall fools know about perculatin on lo-los?
Mics and six-fos, nigga
Ha ha, no more hand claps, please, nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I cant forget, my niggas ridin the train, Yankee fitted
Snub nose under that Pelle shit
I love New York, but gangbangin thats L.A. shit
And Im proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it
Haters you know who you are, you could turn it down, fuck it
I could shoot a video to it and spend half the budget
Im gangsta, let the 40 cal blow in public
More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker
Every time one of my niggas get shot, the more I suffer
Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors
I seen it all through the Range tints
Got niggas doin life in the state pen
So I dread like Jamaicans
If I die for one of my statements
Then break up the streets of Compton
Spread my blood in the pavement
Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see whats up
Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see whats up
Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write
Get my Reebok deal done or Im stayin in Air Nikes, aight?
I handle bars, you aint gotta ride a bike
To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin wheels
Lets roll, through the City of God, where niggas trained to kill
Well chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will
For real, nah, Pharrell, I need a track, homie
Dre we too close, aint no turnin back, homie
Deal with it, Ima be here for ten years
Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big, yeah
Let me paint this picture while you sit here
Thinkin in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeah
I spit for niggas doin 25 on their fifth year
Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier
Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear
And every nigga who ever helped me to get here
Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see whats up
Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see whats up
Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin weight
Now three bricks, four bricks, Im drivin upstate
Five bricks, six bricks, the nigga got cake
Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight
Look at the world we live in, niggas steady hate
til the Heckler and Koch, leave em chopped up like Freddys face
Niggas catchin feelings cause Im about millions
And out of all the newcomers out, my flow the illest
You a close second nigga, banana to a gorilla
Put us in the same cage, and Ima have to peel em
The best of both worlds, rappin and drug dealin
Run and tell Lateef I came to burn down the village
The head honcho, starin out the third story window
Of my Beverly Hills condo
Two long-ass Heats, I call em Shaq and Alonzo
You niggas want me out of L.A., geah, I know
Believe me, niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see whats up
Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal
Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up
Talkin that shit like they gon lay me down
But when I come through strapped to see whats up
Niggas really dont want no parts of me pal |
50, Nicole
It’s just another one
Another number one
Ha, ha!
I’m complex, difficult to understand
I don’t know if me or just the makeup of a man
I want it in the morning
Bright and early I want it
I rise as the sun rise
Baby, now get up on it
Give it to me good
Shawty work it like you should
You follow instructions
Then I follow instructions
The ultimate seduction
More kissing and touching
Feels supernatural
First chance I’m at you
Come here, baby, ay, be my baby
Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh
Come here, baby, put your hands on my body
Hands on my body, oh oh oh
Right there, keep it right there
I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh
Yeah yeah, oh oh oh
Yeah
Me like the way that you hold my body
Me like the way that you touch my body
Me like the way that you kiss my
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, me like it
Me like the way that he put it on me
Me like the way that he push up on me
Me like the way that he go down down
Wha down down, wha, down down down down
No, you never gonna let no girl take him from me
Never gonna let no girl steal him from me
Never gonna let the girl get that close now
I tell em hey, babe, youre too close now
Come here, baby, ay, be my baby
Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh
Come here, baby, put your hands on my body
Hands on my body, oh oh oh
Right there, keep it right there
I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh
Yeah yeah, oh oh oh
Yeah
I like the way that you talk dirty
Dont wash your mouth out, I like it dirty
You like to please, yeah, I like that
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, me like it
I like the way that you keep me coming
That yeah, you so good you had me running
Me like the way that he go down down
Wha down down, wha, down down down down
No, you never gonna let no girl take him from me
Never gonna let no girl steal him from me
Never gonna let the girl get that close now
I tell ’em hey babe youre too close now
Come here, baby, ay, be my baby
Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh
Come here, baby, put your hands on my body
Hands on my body, oh oh oh
Right there, keep it right there
I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh
Yeah yeah, oh oh oh
Yeah
I like it when you freaky, I’m freaky
I’ll explore your body completely
Till you feel like you need me
Chest to chest
I work you get to kissin your neck
Come correct till morning sweat is making us wet
Say my name, say my name
Positions we change
I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking
I ain’t playing no games
Jackpot, back shots
Dont run from me, take it
My pleasures pleasing you
You should feel the same too
Do we know how to work it?
Put it on, you work it
Do you feel good for you let down good for you? Yeah
He got that, got that
All my girls, if your man put it down, let me hear you say yeah
All my ladies, if your man put it down, let me hear you say yeah
Do we work now like you like that?
When he throw that bone at you, do you bite back?
Say yeah, all my girls say yeah
If it make you feel good
Come here, baby, ay, be my baby
Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh
Come here, baby, put your hands on my body
Hands on my body, oh oh oh
Right there, keep it right there
I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh
Yeah yeah, oh oh oh, yeah
Come here, baby, come be my baby, come be my baby
Oh, oh, oh
Come here, baby, put your hands on my body
Put your hands on my body right there
Right there, keep it right there
I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh
Come here, baby, ay, be my baby
Ay, be my baby, oh oh oh
Come here, baby, put your hands on my body
Hands on my body, oh oh oh
Right there, keep it right there
I love when you put it right there, oh oh oh
Yeah yeah, oh oh oh |
Imma be honest with you, I expect you to like me
I mean what is there not to like, Im confident
I got a great sense of humor, Im fun
Im the kind of person you have fun with
If it look this good
I wonder how it taste
Baby if I touch your body
Hear you scream my name
Would you whisper to me Its yours
Girl you smell so gentle and pure
You control my senses
Baby ooohhh my senses
Its like everythings good
When I touch and you touch
It smells like heaven
Way better than a tulip
Your love let me taste it
Come here let me taste it
Time is of the essence
Baby dont you waste it
I tell you what Im thinking
You listen to my thoughts
So you could see my vision
Then youll never get lost
If you follow my lead
Girl Ill be what you need
I put my trust in you now
Put your trust in me
Ill be a true friend
Someone to believe in
Ill give you freedom
Unconditional meaning
If tonight is her night
Its her night
Just get back to me tomorrow, alright?
Im not into cuffing
Im not into fronting
Im into getting paid
But blowing paper
I be stunting
See to me its nothing
Lets get into something
Should I pick you up or meet you at the tele girlfriend
Would you whisper to me its yours
Girl you smell so gentle and pure
You control my senses
Touch....
See....
Smell....
Hear....
Taste.... |
I’m only in the company of kings
I made a power move and it’s everything it seems
Before Ye signed me, I was getting out my dreams
Standing on the shoulders of twenty-thousand fiends
Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
F-B-I-R-S, D-E-A
One letter short but still motherfuck the DA
We play by the rules as they try to crack the code
Combination locks to the kilo’s that I hold
Leopard print Louboutins prowling the concrete
Rollerballs come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin, Gansevoort, any them top floors
35 large, took it right out the top drawer
Still got a throwaway phone in my sock drawer
It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches
The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus
Ring, ring, a nigga wont sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring a nigga wont sing
Less he is an insomniac, hell die in a dream
You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus
Never bothered me, strong arm robbery
I went from powdered jelly donuts to taking them Os
From my high school sweetheart to fucking with hoes
Look, I’m all grown up and I done blown up
Nigga, aint much changed; in fact, things are the same
I’m the definition of shooter, gun of choice, the Ruger
You’ll take my word for it or make me do it to ya
I’m a magnet to murder, when I’m in the mood
Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I’m bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I’m filthy
Drop Phantom is milky, white on white
24 inch blades, Im skatin
Red eyes, smoking that bomb shit, Im Satan
Nigga, surprise, 50 back on fire
50 back running round this bitch strapped, hitman for hire
It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches
The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus
Ring, ring, a nigga wont sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring a nigga wont sing
less he is an insomniac hell die in a dream, ugh!
I sit with the liars, duck tape and tiers
Been lost their soul, they just waiting on the fire
Innocent faces with a shitload of priors
Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGyvers
Deep-sea dive for the fishscale
Tryna find a better price? Man, that ship sailed
Take a breath and head back if that shit failed
Drop weight like an anchor; then, you set sail
Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over
Engine devil-scream when I turn the key over
Pirellis on the street rolling like a steamroller
Bitches double-team when I have my sleepovers
Yuugh! Re-Up Gang with the G-Unit
This is tailor-made, drug dealer theme music
Test it on your tongue or either watch a fiend do it
I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it
It’s like Raid! Spraying on you roaches
The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A nigga wanna sing, hope he is the dopest
Watch that nigga disappear; hocus pocus
Ring, ring, a nigga wont sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring a nigga wont sing
Less he is an insomniac hell die in a dream |
Remo The Hitmaker
This is The Unit
She said she want a stunner
I said, Baby girl, Im gettin money
Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh
Cant forget the girl if I wanted
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down
You got me sayin, Yeah
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
You got me sayin, Yeah
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
I blew ten, I blew twenty
Its nothin to me, I get money
I eat, sleep and I shit money
I cant get this bitch off me
Im tossin it, she want it
Thats the way we own it
Sound crazy, dont it?
Im turnt up, turnt up
Them bottles come, we we want it
Pass em out to my homies
Shorty break it down for me
I done gave her half of that molly, shorty
Lap dancin all on me, probably
Give it to me now, give it to me now
First she got me up, then shes goin down
Im finna climb that, I mean climax
We ridin out, Im gon ride that
Triple X flick, we gon try that
She can press record, dont rewind that, cmon
She said she want a stunner
I said, Baby girl, Im gettin money
Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh
Cant forget the girl if I wanted
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down
You got me sayin, Yeah
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
You got me sayin, Yeah
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
My hair longer than hers, bitch, life aint fair
Im gettin paid off ad-libs, all I gotta do is say, Yeah
Ridin around in that foreign, all your stories sound distorted
Got so many Cuban links with me, my chain can get deported
At the bar takin shots, you are out, you need reloading
If you ever took a bitch from me, I come back to repo it
Dirty Sprite, I repour it, smellin like the car dealership
And I dont think its gon work out
So bitch you need a membership
She said she want a stunner
I said, Baby girl, Im gettin money
Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh
Cant forget the girl if I wanted
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down
You got me sayin, Yeah
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
You got me sayin, Yeah
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
Olé, olé, olé, olé
Look at 64s, out everyday, olé, olé
Hey nigga, let me let you know how much I care about the bitch
Im bout as cold as it gets
Only thing they get is a whole a lotta dick
Shout-out to college park where its sold by the brick
Nigga, hold up
Sittin on this table with the racks on go
Got some bitches with me, turnt to the max on go
But we with this shit you with, you try me we shootin
And shootin til the gun dont blast no more
Back it up to me
Grind on me like you tryna make love to me
And go and bring that badder girl in the club to me
That would make you the better girl in the world to me, for real
And Im still ridin one hand on the wheel
The other one touchin the girl while she kissin the other one
Makin the faces like she finna bust her one
She said she want a stunner
I said, Baby girl, Im gettin money
Drop it down, get low, ahhh, ahhh
Cant forget the girl if I wanted
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down on that pole
While she up and down
You got me sayin, Yeah
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low
You got me sayin, Yeah
Drop it down and get low
Drop it down and get low
Oh, drop it down and get low |
SO OVER YOU IS THE GREATEST ENEMY A MAN CAN HAVE AND THAT IS FEAR. I KNOW SOME OF YOU ARE AFRAID TO LISTEN TO THE TRUTH—YOU HAVE BEEN RAISED ON FEAR AND LIES. BUT I AM GOING TO PREACH TO YOU THE TRUTH UNTIL YOU ARE FREE OF THAT FEAR....
– Malcolm X
THE FEARFUL ATTITUDE
In the beginning, fear was a basic, simple emotion for the human animal. We confronted something overwhelming—the imminent threat of death in the form of wars, plagues, and natural disasters—and we felt fear. As for any animal, this emotion had a protective function—it allowed us to take notice of a danger and retreat in time. For us humans, it served an additional, positive purpose—we could remember the source of the threat and protect ourselves better the next time. Civilization depended on this ability to foresee and forestall dangers from the environment. Out of fear, we also developed religion and various belief systems to comfort us. Fear is the oldest and strongest emotion known to man, something deeply inscribed in our nervous system and subconscious.
Over time, however, something strange began to happen. The actual terrors that we faced began to lessen in intensity as we gained increasing control over our environment. But instead of our fears lessening as well, they began to multiply in number. We started to worry about our status in society—whether people liked us, or how we fit into the group. We became anxious for our livelihoods, the future of our families and children, our personal health, and the aging process. Instead of a simple, intense fear of something powerful and real, we developed a kind of generalized anxiety. It was as if the thousands of years of feeling fear in the face of nature could not go away—we had to find something at which to direct our anxiety, no matter how small or improbable.
In the evolution of fear, a decisive moment occurred in the nineteenth century when people in advertising and journalism discovered that if they framed their stories and appeals with fear, they could capture our attention. It is an emotion we find hard to resist or control, and so they constantly shifted our focus to new possible sources of anxiety: the latest health scare, the new crime wave, a social faux pas we might be committing, and endless hazards in the environment of which we were not aware. With the increasing sophistication of the media and the visceral quality of the imagery, they have been able to give us the feeling that we are fragile creatures in an environment full of danger—even though we live in a world infinitely safer and more predictable than anything our ancestors knew. With their help, our anxieties have only increased.
Fear is not designed for such a purpose. Its function is to stimulate powerful physical responses, allowing an animal to retreat in time. After the event, it is supposed to go away. An animal that cannot not let go of its fears once the threat is gone will find it hard to eat and sleep. We are the animal that cannot get rid of its fears and when so many of them lay inside of us, these fears tend to color how we view the world. We shift from feeling fear because of some threat, to having a fearful attitude towards life itself. We come to see almost every event in terms of risk. We exaggerate the dangers and our vulnerability. We instantly focus on the adversity that is always possible. We are generally unaware of this phenomenon because we accept it as normal. In times of prosperity, we have the luxury of fretting over things. But in times of trouble, this fearful attitude becomes particularly pernicious. Such moments are when we need to solve problems, deal with reality, and move forward, but fear is a call to retreat and retrench.
This is precisely what Franklin Delano Roosevelt confronted when he took office in 1933. The Great Depression that had begun with the stock market crash of 1929 was now at its worst. But what struck Roosevelt was not the actual economic factors but the mood of the public. It seemed to him that people were not only more fearful than necessary but that their fears were making it harder to surmount adversity. In his inaugural address to the country, he said that he would not ignore such obvious realities as the collapse of the economy and that he would not preach a naive optimism. But he implored his listeners to remember that the country had faced worse things in its past, periods such as the Civil War. What had brought us out of such moments was our pioneer spirit, our determination and resolve. This is what it means to be an American.
Fear creates its own self-fulfilling dynamic—as people give in to it, they lose energy and momentum. Their lack of confidence translates into inaction that lowers confidence levels even further, on and on. “So, first of all,” he told the audience, “let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror, which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.”
What Roosevelt sketched out in his speech is the knife’s edge that separates failure from success in life. That edge is your attitude, which has the power to help shape your reality. If you view everything through the lens of fear, then you tend to stay in retreat mode. You can just as easily see a crisis or problem as a challenge, an opportunity to prove your mettle, the chance to strengthen and toughen yourself, or a call to collective action. By seeing it as a challenge, you will have converted this negative into a positive purely by a mental process that will result in positive action as well. And in fact, through his inspiring leadership, FDR was able to help the country shift its mind-set and confront the Depression with a more enterprising spirit.
Today we seem to face new problems and crises that test our national mettle. But just as FDR made the comparison to even worse times in the past, we can say that what we are facing is not as bad as the perils of the 1930s and the subsequent war years. In fact, the reality of twenty-first-century America is something more like the following: our physical environment is safer and more secure than any other moment in our history. We live in the most prosperous country in the world. In the past only white males could play the power game. Now millions upon millions of minorities and women have been given entrance to the arena, forever altering the dynamic—making us the most socially advanced country in that regard. Advances in technology have opened up all kinds of new opportunities; old business models are dissolving, leaving the field wide open for innovation. It is a time of sweeping change and revolution.
We face certain challenges as well. The world has become more competitive; the economy has undeniable vulnerabilities and is in need of reinvention. As in all situations, the determining factor will be our attitude, how we choose to look at this reality. If we give in to the fear, we will give disproportionate attention to the negative and manufacture the very adverse circumstances that we dread. If we go the opposite direction, cultivating a fearless approach to life, attacking everything with boldness and energy, then we will create a much different dynamic.
Understand: we are all too afraid—of offending people, of stirring up conflict, of standing out from the crowd, of taking bold action. For thousands of years our relationship to this emotion has evolved—from a primitive fear of nature, to generalized anxiety about the future, to the fearful attitude that now dominates us. As rational, productive adults we are called upon to finally overcome this downward trend and to evolve beyond our fears.
THE FEARLESS TYPE
THE VERY FIRST THING I REMEMBER IN MY EARLY CHILDHOOD IS A FLAME, A BLUE FLAME JUMPING OFF A GAS STOVE SOMEBODY LIT.... I WAS THREE YEARS OLD.... I FELT FEAR, REAL FEAR, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE. BUT I REMEMBER IT ALSO LIKE SOME KIND OF ADVENTURE, SOME KIND OF WEIRD JOY, TOO. I GUESS THAT EXPERIENCE TOOK ME SOMEPLACE IN MY HEAD I HADN’T BEEN BEFORE. TO SOME FRONTIER, THE EDGE, MAYBE, OF EVERYTHING POSSIBLE ... THE FEAR I HAD WAS ALMOST LIKE AN INVITATION, A CHALLENGE TO GO FORWARD INTO SOMETHING I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT. THAT’S WHERE I THINK MY PERSONAL PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE ... STARTED, WITH THAT MOMENT.... IN MY MIND I HAVE ALWAYS BELIEVED AND THOUGHT SINCE THEN THAT MY MOTION HAD TO BE FORWARD, AWAY FROM THE HEAT OF THAT FLAME.
– Miles Davis
There are two ways of dealing with fear—one passive, the other active. In the passive mode, we seek to avoid the situation that causes us anxiety. This could translate into postponing any decisions in which we might hurt people’s feelings. It could mean opting for everything to be safe and comfortable in our daily lives, so no amount of messiness can enter. When we are in this mode it is because we feel that we are fragile and would be damaged by an encounter with the thing we dread.
The active variety is something most of us have experienced at some point in our lives: the risky or difficult situation that we fear is thrust upon us. It could be a natural disaster, a death of someone close to us, or a reversal in fortune in which we lose something. Often in these moments we find an inner strength that surprises us. What we feared is not so bad. We cannot avoid it and have to find a way to overcome our fear or suffer real consequences. Such moments are oddly therapeutic because finally we are confronting something real—not an imagined fear scenario fed to us by the media. We can let go of this fear. The problem is that such moments tend to not last very long or repeat themselves too often. They can quickly lose their value and we return to the passive, avoidance mode.
When we live in relatively comfortable circumstances, the environment does not press on us with obvious dangers, violence, or limitations to our movement. Our main goal then is to maintain the comfort and security we have, and so we become more sensitive to the slightest risk or threat to the status quo. We find it harder to tolerate feelings of fear because they are more vague and troubling—so we remain in the passive mode.
Throughout history, however, there are people who have lived in much tighter circumstances, dangers pressing in on them on a daily basis. These types must confront their fears in the active mode again and again and again. This could be growing up in extreme poverty; facing death on the battlefield or leading an army in war; living through tumultuous, revolutionary periods; being a leader in a time of crisis; suffering personal loss or tragedy; or having a brush with death. Countless people grow up in or with such circumstances and their spirit is crushed by adversity. But a few rise above. It is their only positive choice—they must confront these daily fears and overcome them, or submit to the downward pull. They are toughened and hardened to the point of steel.
Understand: no one is born this way. It is unnatural to not feel fear. It is a process that requires challenges and tests. What separates those who go under and those who rise above adversity is the strength of their will and their hunger for power.
At some point, this defensive position of overcoming fears converts to an offensive one—a fearless attitude. Such types learn the value not only of being unafraid but also of attacking life with a sense of boldness and urgency and an unconventional approach, creating new models instead of following old ones. They see the great power this brings them and it soon becomes their dominant mind-set.
We find these types in all cultures and all time periods—from Socrates and the Stoics to Cornelius Vanderbilt and Abraham Lincoln.
Napoleon Bonaparte represents a classic fearless type. He began his career in the military just as the French Revolution exploded. At this critical moment in his life, he had to experience one of the most chaotic and terrifying periods in history. He faced endless dangers on the battlefield as a new kind of warfare was emerging, and he navigated through innumerable political intrigues in which one wrong move could lead to the guillotine. He emerged from all of this with a fearless spirit, embracing the chaos of the times and the vast changes going on in the art of war. And in one of his innumerable campaigns, he expressed the words that could serve as the motto for all fearless types.
In the spring of 1800 he was preparing to lead an army into Italy. His field marshals warned him that the Alps were not passable at that time of year and told him to wait, even though waiting would spoil the chances for success. The general replied to them, “For Napoleon’s army, there shall be no Alps.” And mounted on a mule, Napoleon proceeded to personally lead his troops through treacherous terrain and past innumerable obstacles. It was the force of one man’s will that brought them through the Alps, catching the enemy completely by surprise and defeating them. There are no Alps and no obstacles that can stand in the way of a person without fears.
Another example of the type would have to be the great abolitionist and writer Frederick Douglass, who was born into slavery in Maryland in 1817. As he later wrote, slavery was a system that depended on the creation of deep levels of fear. Douglass continually forced himself in the opposite direction. Despite the threat of severe punishment, he secretly taught himself to read and write. When he was whipped for his rebellious attitude, he fought back and saw that he was whipped less often. Without money or connections, he escaped to the North at the age of twenty. He became a leading abolitionist, touring the North and telling audiences about the evils of slavery. The abolitionists wanted him to stay on his lecture circuit and repeat the same stories over and over, but Douglass wanted to do much more and he once again rebelled. He founded his own antislavery newspaper, an unheard-of act for a former slave. The newspaper went on to have tremendous success.
At each stage of his life Douglass was tested by the powerful odds against him. Instead of giving in to the fear—of whippings, being alone on the streets of unfamiliar cities, facing the wrath of the abolitionists—he raised his level of boldness and pushed himself further onto the offensive. This confidence gave him the power to rise above the fierce resistances and animosities of those around him. That is the physics that all fearless types discover at some point—an appropriate ratcheting up of self-belief and energy when facing negative or even impossible circumstances.
Fearless people do not emerge exclusively from poverty or a harsh physical environment. Franklin Delano Roosevelt grew up in a wealthy, privileged family. At the age of thirty-nine he contracted polio, which paralyzed him from the waist down. This was a turning point in his life, as he faced a severe limitation to his movement and possibly an end to his political career. He refused, however, to give in to the fear and the downward pull on his spirit. He went the opposite direction, struggling to make the most of his physical condition and developing an indomitable spirit that would transform him into our most fearless president. For this type of person, any kind of encounter with adversity or limitation, at any age, can serve as the crucible for forging the attitude.
THE NEW FEARLESS TYPE
THIS PAST, THE NEGRO’S PAST, OF ROPE, FIRE, TORTURE ... DEATH AND HUMILIATION; FEAR BY DAY AND NIGHT, FEAR AS DEEP AS THE MARROW OF THE BONE ... THIS PAST, THIS ENDLESS STRUGGLE TO ACHIEVE AND REVEAL AND CONFIRM A HUMAN IDENTITY ... YET CONTAINS, FOR ALL ITS HORROR, SOMETHING VERY BEAUTIFUL.... PEOPLE WHO CANNOT SUFFER CAN NEVER GROW UP, CAN NEVER DISCOVER WHO THEY ARE....
– James Baldwin
Through much of the nineteenth century, Americans faced all kinds of dangers and adversity—the hostile physical environment of the frontier, sharp political divisions, a lawlessness and chaos that came out of great changes in technology and social mobility. We responded to this constrictive environment by overcoming our fears and developing what came to be known as a pioneer spirit—our sense of adventure and our renowned ability to solve problems.
With our growing prosperity this began to change. In the twentieth century, however, one environment remained as harsh as ever—the black ghettos of inner-city America. And out of such a crucible a new fearless type came forward, exemplified by such figures as James Baldwin, Malcolm X, and Muhammad Ali. But the racism of the times constricted their ability to give full rein to this spirit.
In recent times, newer types have emerged from inner-city America with more freedom to advance to the highest points of power in America—in entertainment, politics, and business. They come from a Wild West–like environment in which they have learned to fend for themselves and give full rein to their ambition. Their education comes from the streets and their own rough experiences. In a way, they are throwbacks to the freewheeling types of the nineteenth century, who had little formal schooling but created a new way of doing business. Their spirit fits the disorder of the twenty-first century. They are fascinating to watch and in some ways have much to teach us.
The rapper known as 50 Cent would have to be considered one of the more dramatic contemporary examples of this phenomenon and this type. He grew up in a particularly violent and tense neighborhood—Southside Queens in the midst of the crack epidemic of the 1980s. And in each phase of his life he has had to face a series of dangers that both tested and toughened him, rituals of initiation into the fearless attitude he has slowly developed.
One of the greatest fears that any child has is that of being abandoned, left alone in a terrifying world. It is the source of our most primal nightmares. This was Fifty’s reality. He never knew his father, and his mother was murdered when he was eight years old. He quickly developed the habit of not depending on other people to protect or shelter him. This meant that in every subsequent encounter in life in which he felt fear, he could turn only to himself. If he did not want to feel the emotion, he had to learn to overcome it—on his own.
He began hustling on the streets at any early age, and there was no way he could avoid feeling fear. On a daily basis he had to confront violence and aggression. And seeing fear in action so routinely, he understood what a destructive and debilitating emotion it could be. On the streets, showing fear would make people lose respect for you. You would end up being pushed around and more likely to suffer violence because of your desire to avoid it. You had no choice—if you were to have any kind of power as a hustler, you had to overcome this emotion. No one could read it in your eyes. This meant that he would have to place himself again and again in the situations that stimulated anxiety. The first time he faced someone with a gun, he was frightened. The second time, less so. The third time, it meant nothing.
Testing and proving his courage in this way gave him a feeling of tremendous power. He quickly learned the value of boldness, how he could push others on their heels by feeling supreme confidence in himself. But no matter how tough and hardened they become, hustlers usually face one daunting obstacle—the fear of leaving the streets that are so familiar and that have taught them all of their skills. They become addicted to the lifestyle, and even though they are likely to end up in prison or die an early death, they cannot leave the hustling racket.
Fifty, however, had greater ambitions than to become merely a successful hustler, and so he forced himself to face and overcome this one powerful fear. At the age of twenty and at the peak of his hustling success, he decided to cut his ties to the game and dive into the music racket without any connections or a safety net. Because he had no plan B, because it was either succeed at music or go under, he operated with a frantic, bold energy that got him noticed in the rap world.
He was still a very young man when he had faced down some of the worst fears that can afflict a human—abandonment, violence, radical change—and he had emerged stronger and more resilient. But at the age of twenty-four, on the eve of the release of his first record, he came face-to-face with what many of us would consider the ultimate fear—that of death itself. In May of 2000 an assassin poured nine bullets into him in broad daylight as he sat in a car outside his house, one bullet going through his jaw and coming within a millimeter of killing him.
In the aftermath of the shooting, Columbia Records dropped him from the label, canceling the release of his first album. He was quickly blackballed from the industry, as record executives were afraid to have any kind of involvement with him and the violence he was associated with. Many of his friends turned against him, perhaps sensing his weakness. He now had no money; he couldn’t really return to hustling after turning his back on it, and his music career seemed to be over. This was one of those turning points that reveals the power of one’s attitude in the face of adversity. It was as if he were confronting the impassable Alps.
At this moment, he did as Frederick Douglass did—he decided to ratchet up his anger, energy, and fearlessness. Coming so close to death, he understood how short life could be. He would not waste a second. He would spurn the usual path to success—working within the record industry, nabbing that golden deal, and putting out the music they thought would sell. He would go his own way—launching a mix-tape campaign in which he would sell his music or give it away for free on the streets. In this way he could hone the hard and raw sounds that he felt were more natural to him. He could speak the language of the hood without having to soften it at all.
Suddenly he felt a great sense of freedom—he could create his own business model, be as unconventional as he desired. He felt like he had nothing to lose, as if the last bits of fear that still remained within him had bled out in the car that day in 2000. The mix-tape campaign made him famous on the streets and caught the attention of Eminem, who quickly signed Fifty to his and Dr. Dre’s label, setting the stage for Fifty’s meteoric rise to the top of the music world in 2003, and the subsequent creation of the business empire he has forged since.
We are living through strange, revolutionary times. The old order is crumbling before our eyes on so many levels. And yet in such an unruly moment, our leaders in business and politics cling to the past and the old ways of doing things. They are afraid of change and any kind of disorder.
The new fearless types, as represented by Fifty, move in the opposite direction. They find that the chaos of the times suits their temperament. They have grown up being unafraid of experimentation, hustling, and trying new ways of operating. They embrace the advances in technology that make others secretly fearful. They let go of the past and create their own business model. They do not give in to the conservative spirit that haunts corporate America in this radical period. And at the core of their success is a premise, a Law of Power that has been known and used by all the fearless spirits in the past and is the foundation of any kind of success in the world.
THE 50TH LAW
THE GREATEST FEAR PEOPLE HAVE IS THAT OF BEING THEMSELVES. THEY WANT TO BE 50 CENT OR SOMEONE ELSE. THEY DO WHAT EVERYONE ELSE DOES EVEN IF IT DOESN’T FIT WHERE AND WHO THEY ARE. BUT YOU GET NOWHERE THAT WAY; YOUR ENERGY IS WEAK AND NO ONE PAYS ATTENTION TO YOU. YOU’RE RUNNING AWAY FROM THE ONE THING THAT YOU OWN—WHAT MAKES YOU DIFFERENT. I LOST THAT FEAR. AND ONCE I FELT THE POWER THAT I HAD BY SHOWING THE WORLD I DIDN’T CARE ABOUT BEING LIKE OTHER PEOPLE, I COULD NEVER GO BACK.
– 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following premise: We humans have generally little control over circumstances. People intersect our lives, doing things directly and indirectly to us, and we spend our days reacting to what they bring. Good things come our way, followed by bad things. We struggle as best we can to gain some control, because being helpless in the face of events makes us unhappy. Sometimes we succeed, but the margin of control that we have over people and circumstance is depressingly narrow.
The 50th Law, however, states that there is one thing we can actually control—the mind-set with which we respond to these events around us. And if we are able to overcome our anxieties and forge a fearless attitude towards life, something strange and remarkable can occur—that margin of control over circumstance increases. At its utmost point, we can even create the circumstances themselves, which is the source of the tremendous power that fearless types have had throughout history. And the people who practice the 50th Law in their lives all share certain qualities—supreme boldness, unconventionality, fluidity, and a sense of urgency—that give them this unique ability to shape circumstance.
A bold act requires a high degree of confidence. People who are the targets of an audacious act, or who witness it, cannot help but believe that such confidence is real and justified. They respond instinctively by backing up, by getting out of the way, or by following the confident person. A bold act can put people on their heels and eliminate obstacles. In this way, it creates its own favorable circumstances.
We are social creatures, and so it is natural for us to want to conform to the people around us and the norms of the group. But underneath this is a deep fear—that of sticking out, of following our own path no matter what people think of us. The fearless types are able to conquer this fear. They fascinate us by how far they go with their unconventionality. We secretly admire and respect them for this; we wish we could act more like they do. Normally it is hard to hold our attention; we shift our interest from one spectacle to the next. But those who fearlessly express their difference compel our attention on a deeper level for a longer duration, which translates into power and control.
Many of us respond to the shifting circumstances of life by trying to micromanage everything in our immediate environment. When something unexpected happens, we become rigid and we respond by employing some tactic that worked in the past. If events change quickly, we are easily overwhelmed and lose control. Those who follow the 50th Law are not afraid of change or chaos; they embrace it by being as fluid as possible. They move with the flow of events and then gently channel them in the direction of their choice, exploiting the moment. Through their mind-set, they convert a negative into a positive .
Having a brush with death, or being reminded in a dramatic way of the shortness of our lives, can have a positive, therapeutic effect. Our days are numbered and so it is best to make every moment count, to have a sense of urgency about life. It could end at any moment. The fearless types usually gain such awareness through some traumatic experience. They are energized to make the most of every action, and the momentum this gives them in life helps them determine what happens next.
It is all rather simple: when you transgress this fundamental law by bringing your usual fears into any encounter, you narrow your options and your capacity to shape events. Your fear can even bring you into a negative field where your powers are reversed. Being conservative, for instance, can force you into a corner in which you are more likely to lose what you have in the long run because you also lose the capacity to adapt to change. Trying so hard to please people can actually end up pushing them away—it is hard to respect someone who has such an ingratiating attitude. If you are afraid to learn from your mistakes, you will more than likely keep repeating them. When you transgress this law, no amount of education, connections, or technical knowledge can save you. Your fearful attitude encloses you in an invisible prison, and there you will remain.
Observing the 50th Law creates the opposite dynamic—it opens possibilities, brings freedom of action, and helps create a forward momentum in life.
The key to possessing this supreme power is to assume the active mode in dealing with your fears. This means entering the very arenas you normally shy away from: making the very hard decisions you have been avoiding, confronting the people who are playing power games with you, thinking of yourself and what you need instead of pleasing others, making yourself change the direction of your life even though such change is the very thing you dread.
You deliberately put yourself in difficult situations and you examine your reactions. In each case, you will notice that your fears were exaggerated and that confronting them has the bracing effect of bringing you closer to reality.
At some point you will discover the power of reversal—overcoming the negative of a particular fear leads to a positive quality—self-reliance, patience, supreme self-confidence, and on and on. And once you start on this path, it is hard to turn back. You will continue all the way to a bold and fearless approach to everything.
Understand: you do not have to grow up in Southside Queens or be the target of an assassin to develop the attitude. All of us face challenges, rivals, and setbacks. We choose to ignore or avoid them out of fear. It is not the physical reality of your environment that matters but your mental state, how you come to deal with the adversity that is part of life on every level. Fifty had to confront his fears; you must choose to.
Finally, your attitude has the power of shaping reality in two opposite directions—one that constricts and corners you in with fear, the other that opens up possibilities and freedom of action. It is the same for the mind-set and spirit that you bring to reading the chapters that follow. If you read them with your ego out in front, feeling that you are being judged here, or are under attack—in other words, if you read them in a defensive mode—then you will needlessly close yourself off from the power this could bring you. We are all human; we are all implicated by our fears; no one is being judged. Similarly, if you read these words as narrow prescriptions for your life, trying to follow them to the letter, then you are constricting their value—their application to your reality.
Instead you must absorb these words with an open and fearless spirit, letting the ideas get under your skin and affect how you see the world. Do not be afraid to experiment with them. In this way, you will shape this book to your circumstances and gain a similar power over the world.
IN MY VIEW ... IT IS BETTER TO BE IMPETUOUS THAN CAUTIOUS, BECAUSE FORTUNE IS A WOMAN, AND IF YOU WISH TO DOMINATE HER YOU MUST BEAT HER AND BATTER HER. IT IS CLEAR THAT SHE WILL LET HERSELF BE WON BY MEN WHO ARE IMPETUOUS RATHER THAN BY THOSE WHO STEP CAUTIOUSLY.
– Niccolò Machiavelli |
I got that animal, animal ambition
Why give her love and affection, she just want some bread
I aint talking or texting, I just want some head
She from a Piru set where all them niggas wear red
I aint flying no flags, but Im a gangster, bitch
I say say no to drugs then I do that shit
Got a blue fleet of whips, Im so hood nigga rich
You dont like the way I do it, nigga, eat a dick
I just call em when I want em, I dont need a bitch
You see me stunting with my diamonds on, everything proper
Your shit look chrome and your shit look copper
Its turning, homie, thats why youre turning on me
Admit it, I made it, I cant be faded
I roll it up in public, Im a cancer, man
Smoke it out in the open like Im in Amsterdam
I do a hundred miles an hour switching lens in my lane
See my name around the globe, niggas know who I am
You say you hustle like a hustle, I be moving the shit
Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks
Got them straps and long clips filled up with led
So when we counting the paper it better come back correct
Out in New Orleans, baby, niggas hungry for bread
Come throrugh that 9th ward stuntin and get shot in your head
Every hood I go through they fuck with me, you dig?
Got the eye of the tiger, Im on that animal shit
I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant
Yeah, Im scared of rats, but Im ready for anything
Its the unit, my nigga, take a look at my face
See if you test me theyll arrest me, Ill be catching a case
New York a concrete jungle where niggas got to get paid
Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed
Look at me wrong and youre dead, youd be very afraid
I dont know how to behave, untamed fresh out the cage |
Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say
Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain
Yo, no more freestyles and verses killing Sticky and Ja
Im moving on now, I got bigger fish to fry
Since How to Rob, a lot of niggas been namin names
Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game
Still niggas actin like I dont get down or something
Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something
You gon talk about your chips til we run in your crib
Then, you gon ask dumb questions like, Can I live?
Look, If I shoot you, Im famous
If you shoot me, youre brainless—you said it yourself
Im slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you
Swift enough to snatch the Mac and pop that at you
Take it personal see if I wont send you to hell
Ive done told Tone and Poke, they better have my bail
But if its over a mil, dont put the crib up, dun
Cause if 50 get free, nigga, 50 gon run
Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say
Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain
Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say
Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain
Look, Im supposed to be cocky, I aint poor no more
I aint gotta steal from the cornerstore no more
Got my own crib, I aint sleepin on the floor no more
Bouncers dont try to play me at the door no more
But when they see me, they say, Search him, he might have the nine
He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne
Its been a while since a new nigga came tight like this
Ya man, he aight, but he aint quite like this
Niggas is feeling it, the Benz pulling up on the set
Me jumping out, 30 thou on my neck
And since you said it was nothing to sweat
You was outta line so heres what you get
A verbal ass-kicking, Jesus Christ sent me to test ya
Lets see how see how... he reacts under pressure
Til Makaveli returns, its all eyes on me
Til the feds build a case or find files on me
Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say
Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain
Its best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say
Or Jesus Christ cant save you, once you go gainst the grain
Its gangsta
2000 shit
Yo
Yall know what you need to do?
Get together
Make a We Are the World record
Faggot-ass niggas |
Man I feel like money
Theyre attracted to me
They come around like honey
Cuz Im fly like a bee
Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Uh, back up to back up in the mix like that
And I know ya like it when its just like that
All the girlies just love my swag
From my kicks to the way I fix my hat
Im...back
Fresh like some new Js
Brodie got next NBA 2K
Im too paid
Shaded with some ladies
Reppin my city
West LA baby !
West LA made me this way
Two rules :
Stay fresh , homie and get paid
Hey !
Never broke and never bummy
Im from where its forever sunny
Man I feel like money
Theyre attracted to me
They come around like honey
Cuz Im fly like a bee
Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
When I come around, round, round
They go
Yeah, yeah its going down, down, down
They go
New cat with a old school feel
Only new artist with a old school deal
Taught to the game by Steve Lobell
So we always win, dont receive no Ls
New girls act like they know me so well
But I shows no love and be like oh well
When my album drops , sure as hell gon sell
Stack cash and laugh like L-O-L
Man I feel like money
Theyre attracted to me
They come around like honey
Cus Im fly like a bee
Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
When I come around , round , round
They go
Yeah , when I come around , round , round
They go
When I step in yo town , town , town
They go
Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down
They go
Yee-uh Yee-uh
Shawty in my ear
Saying all the things that I wanna hear
Buzzin !
And as the night ends
Imma have her and get all her friends
Buzzin !
Okay , hands in the air
From the back to the front
Everywhere
Buzzin !
Throwin out 20s
Throwin out hundreds
Ladies gotta love it
Man I feel like money
Theyre attracted to me
They come around like honey
Cuz Im fly like a bee
Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
When I come around , round , round
They go
Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down
They go
When I come around , round , round
They go
Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down
They go |
Yeah... ladies and gentlemen
Id like to thank yall for comin out tonight
Its my third album, third tour, third times a charm
Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you round the globe with me
I got dough, plenty baby you can blow with me
And baby I know that money aint everything
But its fo sho
And aint for nothin when you fuck, with, me
Now when I go
Follow my lead
Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead
Follow my lead, Ill hold you down, put your trust in me
Baby, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me
Follow my lead - follow my lead
Im the one girl in time youll see
If you follow my lead
Dont listen to the rumors, they say 50 fucking crazy
50 dont know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I like you a lot, I dont wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, Ill call you a bitch
Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit
And have to say, baby I apologize
Cross my fingers, God forgive me for telling lies
Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much
I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent
Baby, I can pass the day watching you model lingerie
I wanna spend the night tonight, shorty, if its okay
You can be my Beyonce, Ill be your Jay
Ha ha - I got a great sense of humor
First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya
Or do ya?
After seven hours, New York to London, youre wonderin
Whats gon be the next stop - I told you
Im a don, you gon know Im a don
After you shop til your feet hurting in Milan
Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish
They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask your fan about me, they say 50 we love him
Without them theres no me, so I love them
Man theyre the reason I exist, the reason I insist
Im never less than the best, Im perfection I guess
As my niggas are stressed, I pass the test
Every time I drop Im burning hot
So I dont care if she loves me or loves me not
Long as I enjoy the time that we spend
I aint looking for commitment, we can fuck and be friends
Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz
I get it done with speed |
Dont make this complicated
My old school candy painted
I hustle hard
When I come through they like Oh my God!
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it
Im a hustler, baby
Im a hustler, baby
My mind on the money, I aint tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
Im a hustler, baby
Im a hustler, baby
Yeah, I come through, I had the hoes like who he?
Seats in the old school Louie
Shoes and the belt buckle Louie
We dont need more details now, do we?
Let em sag, my swag is True Religion
You gon need Cartier frames to see my vision
It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood
Drama llama time, nigga, whats good?
Dominos, muhfucker, its time to collect
Stack paper like Im trying to fix the national debt
Im just doing what I wanna do, I trip through your set
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it
Im a hustler, baby
Im a hustler, baby
My mind on the money, I aint tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
Im a hustler, baby
Im a hustler, baby
Get on my level, bitch, Im careful who I kick it with
We talk market and distribution and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block
I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop
Im a magnet, the bitch cant help but watch me
Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace
Designer threads in every form of fashion
I express myself so the question Im askin
Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit?
We aint promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit
That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing
In case you aint notice its a Queens thing
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz - and move it
Im a hustler, baby
Im a hustler, baby
My mind on the money, I aint tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
Im a hustler, baby
Im a hustler, baby
OHHH! Its cold out here
Its my kind of weather, Im cold blooded
Its 50
When I come through you see me
In the Suburbans thats bulletproof
Bomb proof, leather six, whatever
When I go hard I go hard
When I dont want you to see me I switch it up
Im in that black on black Porsche Panamera
In the back like ooh wee
We rolling
I hustle, man, its what I do, man
Wait, niggas gon try and tell me how to do this? |
Soulja!
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
You talk shit, I will kick your door nigga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon
AK-47 got em dialing 911
I pull that trigga, you fuck with my lil nigga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollows hit ya
Keep thinking its a game, niggas aint playin
Soulja Boy, Ill bust your brain
A nigga talking all that shit, yall niggas cannot represent
Fucking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla nigga
Split ya, I deal with ya, knife sticker, ice picker
Run for your life nigga, I wont tell ya twice
Bitch go run do the dougie, all the gangstas they love me
These hoes they be all on me, they cant help it, they want me
They want me back
Im on another level, bitch you heard me say that
S.O.D., I never mentioned you cause you not worthy
Yeah, we royalty, dont talk to me, bitch you not worthy
Mean mug, nigga you gon mug who?
Rob me? Nigga we gon rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we dont give a fuck
Im in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
When Im trippin, Im twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, ho duck down when I start gettin
Im iced out, bitch my neck and my ears drippin
I lost count, all this paper I be gettin
Any fucking game, nigga pass me the ball
And watch a nigga ball, Im Gucci to the draws
Money over all, I dont really give a fuck
Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up
Lick me up til I pop, shawty swallow every drop
From the balls to the top, she must do this shit a lot
Shes a freak, shes a pro, got that paper, its a go
Bring the kush, bring the dro, she might bless you on the low
Man thats why I picked you off the ground
If you make a fucking sound
Disrespect my fucking crew, bitch, is you a fucking clown?
Get the fuck back nigga, we up in the club
High as fucked, talk shit and you gon get dropped
Mean mug, nigga you gon mug who?
Rob me? Nigga we gon rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we dont give a fuck
Im in the club, nigga fuck your mean mugs
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Fuck your mean mugs, nigga, fuck your mean mug
Yeah, misery loves company nigga
I send you to see yo dead motherfuckin homies
Come right close to you, 187 to most of you
Chop choppin out the window
Fuck is the matter with yo face nigga?
What the fuck is you lookin at?
I will spin that motherfuckin barrel at you nigga
Try me, ooh, I want you to try me nigga! |
G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what?
G-Unit in the house, what, what, what, what?
G-Unit in the house, what, nigga, what?
I got them watching me, look how Im moving
I got them watching me, look what Im doing
Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving
And since they watching me, this how Im doing
Rock and rolling on them
Hundred bottles, give me every bottle in this bitch
Where she at? I want every model in this bitch
Blow the check, these hoes wanna know just who I am
Taking pictures, tryna do it for the Instagram
Presidential Rolllie, bezel got them big boogers
Fuck the home, shout out to the real cookers
Gold chains, couple Audemars and Cartiers
We charter Lears, these hoes know the party here
Blowin on that killa kill, neck on chilly-chill
Baby, let me get a feel; show me that its really real
Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv
Dont care who you man is, long as he aint up in here
Aint nothin changed, still the same ol two-step
I don had some A-1 hoes, and a few Fs
I done order bottles, 100 bottles and got two left
Somebody got bust upside the head, G-Unit there
I got them watching me, look how Im moving
I got them watching me, look what Im doing
Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving
And since they watching me, this how Im doing
Rock and rolling on them
Hol up, I think I love these hoes, a nigga tryna fuck em all
Im lit up in this bitch, ballin, I would blow it boy
No suckers in my section, oh, no, no, no, my shit legit
You niggas get to flexin, bitch and I will get ya hit
I got a paper route, a nigga gettin plenty bread
Oyster perpetual, you niggas know what time it is
Stance like a b-boy, just like a d-boy
Yeah, Im a G, boy, you know its me, boy
Uh, I think Im gon remain reclined and count
So many girls, it take a hour for me to shout ‘em out
Been coopin foreigns, the shit I hear been super borin
Dog, I’m sharp as hundreds with the blue tint on em
Shit a phenomenon, I kept my promise
Respect and honest, the grind bought off a neck of diamonds
Shinin, plenty tried, dont got the timing
Bet he out there island hopping
And your lost still in the thousands
Bottles of Clicquot
Smokin hookah with eight hoes
Five angel heads on my neck, all froze
Enter visions, interpretations
Watch with your ears
I bought the last watch in the lear
Ask Jacob, ask David, ask Eric the Jeweller
Ask Beth in Jersey when I bought my first Muller
I got em watchin me
With the Yacht Master Rollie on
In that new Rolls Royce with the top gone
I got them watching me, look how Im moving
I got them watching me, look what Im doing
Hold up now, they watching me, I keep it moving
And since they watching me, this how Im doing
Rock and rolling on them |
50
Ferrari F50
Shorty, you aint gotta take your panties off
Just pull em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby, come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its on tonight, I know what you like
I know just how to break you off
Good evening ladies, Ill tell you from the start
Im hoping you enjoy my amusement park
Theres lots of activities, fun things to do
And Ill find my pleasure in pleasing you
Some rides go fast, some rides go slow
You fear heights when Im high, hell yeah Ill go low
It tastes so sweet that sticky cotton candy
We get carried away, we be starting a family
Its a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl, you know its no fun without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
Applause now, thats the first half of my act
I started out a pimp, now Im more like a mac
I dont need your paper, just dont fuck with my stacks
Yeah, its like that
Shorty, you aint gotta take your panties off
Just pull em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby, come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its on tonight, I know what you like
I know just how to break you off
Now you can ride the horse around the carousel
Explosions, Trojans, all in the hotel
Put me to the test, girl, I dont fail
I work it out without a doubt
Theres plenty water rides, Im sure to get you wet in the park
Have your lusting seductions considered an art
Throw a hoop around the bottle, Ill be your teddy bear
Whatever color you like, you know I dont care
I really wanna thank ya for attending this affair
Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here
I smile when I speak, but Im being sincere
And your pass is valid all summer, my dear
So at your convenience you can always return
Theres so many tricks to the trade you should learn
Suck that, lick that, swallow that lollipop
Forget that, grip that, ride it nonstop
Shorty, you aint gotta take your panties off
Just pull em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby, come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its on tonight, I know what you like
I know just how to break you off |
You ready? Okay let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said do it man
These niggas is pussy you heard me?
Get up nice and close
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason why he move like that
Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat
You dont wanna play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
Fuckin with my toy soldier
If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You dont want it with my toy soldiers
Listen up close now, follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I aint got no conscience no morals or nothin
They aint wit us, they against us, we supposed to touch em
Heres what to do if you see him approach me
Pop that nigga, I dont care if he know me
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I dont trust em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the Ds in the precinct know me
They know about my rap sheet, they know bout how I clap heat
Run like Im in a track meet, swift with the mac, B
You can see the envy in they eyes fo sho mayn
Mad as a motherfucker that Im holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin
Quick to make examples out of niggas fo sho man, hold me down
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason why he move like that
Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat
You dont wanna play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
Fuckin with my toy soldier
If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You dont want it with my toy soldiers
Shoot, stab, kill muhfucker
If you aint bout it I dont want you around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop
Them hollows so hot, yo assll melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt - Ill give you a shape up
Have your ass stitched, gored, your head all taped up
Niggas know how I get down, see they know when Im around
Ha ha, my soldiers around
And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how we get down
Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster
Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organized, disciplined, plus we militant
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason why he move like that
Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat
You dont wanna play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
Fuckin with my toy soldier
If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You dont want it with my toy soldiers
Two windows to a mans soul
... fill you with holes
Listen homey.. Im the man for the job
So if he aint..
Im in that two-door Phantom and the bodys kitted
Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it
Niggas scheme, but the infrared beams on the mack
Ill put green on yo head like an Oakland As hat
One boy was a doja, now he a soldier
My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger
In a whip masked up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries
His last casualties, is hooked to them IVs
thats when I squeeze
Click-clack, take that, fall back
Its a contract, 50 grand, Im 50 man
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason why he move like that
Thats my muhfuckin toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon pop that gat
You dont wanna play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
Fuckin with my toy soldier
If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You dont want it with my toy soldiers
Yeah! This is the general speakin
When I say move nigga you better move
Soldier, ha ha
I dont want nobody talkin to none of my niggas
Come around here with that bullshit
Tryin to feed niggas bad information and shit
Thats how my toys malfunction |
GGGGGGGG G-unit
50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath
The Dreamteam
We got to get the get well cards
Niggas is sick
Feel this
Motion picture shit
Hahaha!
Now dont think I wont hit you because Im popular
I got a P-90 Ruger to pop at ya
Catch you slipping Ima give you what I got for ya
My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
You never had a hot gun on ya waist and blood on your shoe
Because a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you
Homie, you aint been through what I been through
You not like me, and Im not like you
Im like an animal wit it when I spit its crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in niggas tryin to play me
One shot is not enough you need at least a Uzi to move me
After four bottles of Dom the kid start to feeling woozy
I write my life, you write what you see in gangsta movies
Im gangsta to the core, nigga you cant move me
I find my space at the top, I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me, I murder you
Spit shells to your convertible
Lotus you notice richer or poor
Hollow steel go through your door, this is war
You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back
50 Cent, I know you like that, I know you like that |
From the day youre born til the day you die
If youre one of the poor ones you just gotta work hard
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
They putting pressure on me, son, now they want me to snap
End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack
Im paranoid, Im feeling like niggas is trying to get me
Forget the kids, Im shaving off my fucking head like Britney
Man, Dre wont mix my records, now I need to talk to Jimmy
Im falling back in my old ways, Im riding with the semi
Whos calling me? Its Chris, hes on the other line with Diddy
But I dont wanna talk right now, my day is going shitty
Whys Jay rocking that Urkel look, man, isnt he from Marcy?
They say hes growin dreads and now hes talking like a Yardie
Man, everything is changing, I dont understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings
Im on flight
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me
Im laughing cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him one of 50 niggas wanting to murk me
Niggas found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey
You can ask my son, hell tell you my dads fucking crazy
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fuckin hates me
Shady didnt invent me but a star is what he made me
Ill blow your fuckin mind out if I told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left, thats why Im so high
It makes me feel so good now that Im not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would, I dare a motherfucker try
You get at me and miss you kiss your black ass good-bye
Im on flight
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
My lawyers on retainers every month, I give ‘em stacks
In case they wanna send me up for murder like Max
Man I wasnt the shooter, I was never on the scene
So if they do forensics theyll find out it wasnt me
Theres no need for a lie detector, I aint sayin shit
The more you talk the higher chances youre doing a bid
Today I read the paper, it said Tru Life caught a case
They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke to Michael Vick, I told him Im happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck
So you get back and shake it on the field, show them whats up
Im on flight
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider
Im a rider, say Im a rider |
Yeah!
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Haha
Vacate ya home, I come to break ya bones
Americas nightmare , we at it again
A Desert Eagle and a black MAC-10
Theyll never know what happened
When we come through, them cowards dont want none
They screamin that they murderers, but walkin with no guns
Cmere nigga, dont run or die where you standin
See Im holdin on this cannon and your life Im demandin
Put the pipe at your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggas is talkin, thinkin security gon save them
Nobody gonna speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell you We dont know who did it
Corruptin my street corner by shootin at the police
The fiends up all night and the neighbors gettin no sleep
You better get used to it, you know how we do it
Shady/Aftermath, Interscope and G-Unit
We got action where you dont
Show our faces where you wont
G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Man I told yall on my first Dre joint - I am loco
Better than so-so, the games in the choke hold
Diss mes a no-no, I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance to go-go, in L.A. they ride on lo-los
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You aint ready, its heavy, 65 Chevy
Old-school rollin, Im holdin
Twenty inches spinnin from the beginnin, we winnin
Gained this masculinity we pimpin, we not pretendin
Drop-top, Glock cocked, ready for the drama
Pistols pop, cop shot, Im heavy with them llamas
Non-stop, make it hot, we on top regardless
You can be the hardest, well just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us, we not your average artists
My bitch is like a Goddess, when paparazzi spot us
Its flick after flick, same old shit that I kick
Hah hah!
We got action where you dont
Show our faces where you wont
G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Guess whos back motherfucker - gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers thats runnin they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on - none of em fit
Your hundreds is shorter, I tell ya paps his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter
A couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin a bitch, and Ill be back with a hit
Im that sick, who the hell you thought it was?
I got expensive habits, I can afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin and we perform in all the clubs
Niggas be shovin and pushin now someone is gushin, surprise
Shes givin up the buns on the cushion, sweatin and screamin
Suckin me off the rest of the evenin and Im leavin
On to the next city
Stash box in the bus so I can bring them TECs with me
I gotta blow cause Im gettin older
You niggas aint gettin over
G-Unit!
We got action where you dont
Show our faces where you wont
G-Unit! G-Unit! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Hi-Tek, nigga |
You in this VIP and you aint spending no money get the fuck out. We need them bottles. Sparkle something
Say you ballin, boy, we gon need the proof
We be two steppin, mix the Effen with the juice
Me, I know just what to do to get em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get em loose
Shorty think Im trickin cause she got a pair of shoes
I was just stuntin, man, this bitch here confused
Me, I know just what to do to get em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get em loose
Fuck you know bout bustin down a brick?
Your main ho always think that you around a bitch
Picked up a pack and I aint look back since 96
Since then Ive been addicted to designer shit
Chopper in the parkin lot, Im tryna find a lick
Come up on a thousand pounds, thats my kind of rich
Independent, I dont need no nigga with me
I do everything quickly, dont believe me? Ask 50
I got game for these hoes, cant no broke bitch trick me
And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies
I pull up and my car aint got no roof
All these bitches say that Im the truth
I know just what to do to get em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
I know just what to do to get em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up
Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin cups
Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks
Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits
Its the Unit in this bitch, I’m filthy rich, now who you with?
G-Unit, lazy niggas dont want to pop no bottles
Yayo keep sayin, Nigga, whats a thousand dollars
She must dont plan on stayin if she dont swallow
DMd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holla
Dopeboy, bitch, I aint playin, I fuck with guala
And I dont fuck with rappers, bein honest
I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx
Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage
Them King of Diamond bitches, aint they gorgeous?
Drop head Phantom and Im sittin on Forgis
I pull up and my car aint got no roof
All these bitches say that Im the truth
I know just what to do to get em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
I know just what to do to get em loose
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth?
Its the Unit, man
We back, Young Buck
Cashville, Ten-a-key, nigga, yeah |
Unh, all I do is this
Stunt when I want, ride new shit
Unh, all I do is this
Unh, niggas new to this
I’m super-rich like Russell, naw Leor
I’m decked out, my bitch smell like Dior
She spoiled, she want it, she can have that
Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin bag at?
You can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch
Be my guest, look at mine, I’m the shit
I’m hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don’t it?
I get bread my watch I blew a loaf on it
Get caught staring at that get smoked for it
Fool, my swag unlimited
So fly, ain’t shit I can’t buy
Louboutin kicks, my Louis Vuitton bitch
Fresh off the runway, get your one one-day
Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on
The black James Bond, nigga I’m a Don
I do what I want, when and where I want
Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
Bitch quit playing
Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
Nigga quit playing
Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo
Paparaz’ photo my side bitch in Manolo
It’s all about dough though, my knuckle game like Cotto
Plus I get to shooting, but keep that on the low though
Nigga, I don’t really got to talk about it
Me, I get paper, moves I make major
Shoes I rock – gator, wing tips player
My style so pure, I’m so couture
I’m down by law, certified B-boy
Hold up, wait a minute, money – I’m gonna spend it
Or why the fuck would I hustle hard to get it?
So many flows, the hoes be on the di-dick
And when they pop it and lock it, they know I’m with it
Dame lengua, give tongue while I hit it
She a star, fresh from PR
Give me more, baby give me more
Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
Bitch quit playing
Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
What’s up, you know you wanna party with me
Let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
Nigga quit playing |
Just one night, tonight
It could be three of us
Yeh yeh yeh
Girl, we could get it on
Girl, we can have a ball
Lifes too short to not fuck on the first date
No one knows if were promised tomorrow
But if we make love until the next day
Well have the rest of our time to celebrate
Four in the morning girl, now I dont wanna talk
Weve been talking for hours, now you know I wanna fuck
Look I dont understand what it is you dont understand
My watch a hundred grand, my chain a hundred grand
Bitch, Im a wanted man, I say I run New York
Cause I do what the fuck I wanna do, they know wussup
They say my screws are loose, I say who cares, you know Im rich
Look I dont have time to blow with a bitch shooting the shit
Now maybe you can loosen up and let me go to work
So I can whisper in your ear while pulling down your skirt
When I get the stroking girl you dont know what to say
Quick come quick, girl, Im gone right away
Yeh, you nasty, girl, you nasty
And Im into that, so get at me!
I dont want no good, good, good, good, girl
Me, I want a nasty girl
Come creep with me, be a freak for me
Lifes too short to not fuck on the first date
No one knows if were promised tomorrow
But if we make love until the next day
Well have the rest of our time to celebrate
I said bitch, I wanna fuck you in the worst way
Hell yeah, I wanna fuck you on the first date
If I dont, I say, fuck you on Thursday
Cause then I wont want you, watch how fast I dump you
But right now Im infatuated
You get to hang with me, girl, you graduated
I take you out for drinks and get you tipsy
Then I pull my dick out and I say kiss me
Youre about to laugh ya little panties off
You only get one date, you better grab these balls
They wanna ride in fancy cars
Thats what bitches do
They like to rub it then suck it and lick it too
Shes a nasty little trap ho slut
But I like that shit, so lets fuck
Bitch!
Ohhh, ehhhh
It sounds crazy
But tomorrows not promised
I mean, I mean I wanna do it today
I want it now
I dont wanna wait
Wait for what?
My times running out
Your times running out
Come here girl
(Wanna fuck you bitch
I wanna fuck you bitch
You only got
One date
Aint no tomorrow) |
Yeah, I’m that paper chasing, money-making hustler
Nigga, you know how I get down
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it
Uh, whenever you should wanna have it, do you need me?
Drug dealer jewelry, standing on 3D
Double my dose, this a lotto high
Check my VM, hear a model cry
My autographs a dollar sign
This Jamaica stars, cream dreams, my paper large
Had to erase a loss, propellers, Im taking off
Steaming potent, Im illegal rowing
My holy flow keep the demons folding
24k, my team is glowing, uh
Yeah, step in with my strap on me
Racks on me in this hole-in-the-wall club with 100 packs on me
Got the goons out, you know we dont do much
Catch you coming out the club if you doing too much
Couple Cubans on my neck, smoking a Cuban on the jet
On my way to collect from niggas thats losing bets
Joe Pesci, baby, I enforce the rules
Take tools and tighten up niggas with loose screws
Your bitch wanna be my bitch
She saying we friends, I done fucked her again
Now watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up
Grinding, diamonds shining, top reclining we doing it big
Watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up
Feels like Hawaii going through this car wash
Get the foreign, you know I gotta get the boss
AR green beamer size of Kevin Hart
These 22 Jump Street niggas talk
Watch a nigga come up off this trap phone
Cold jeans hold the coke, five, flex, roam
In the clouds - care less about the chit chatter
Bad bitches dont fuck these SoundCloud rappers
One, two, buckle my Giuseppe shoes
Pockets full of revenue, kitchen filled with residue
Pitching on the avenue, million dollar attitude
Fuck you, pay me, I dont show gratitude
Told that hoe bring it back, rewind it
Now I got her on my mic beatboxing
You aint gotta look for it, we got it
Get it hard, break it down, cut then re-watch it
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it
I got the kind of success thats hard to measure
Tear the Unit apart, put it back together
Im strong, I aint mentioning what Im benching
Im Merrill Lynching in the mall, Ill blow ya pension
Sharp as a blade, Tom Ford suave
Sneaker collection same color of grenade
Camouflage, damn Im large, oh God
Aventador Lambo, hop in and just push start
I go 0 to a 100, nigga, real quick
You talk money, I got money, this real shit
Its independent, now we eating of a big plate
First week I make a million off my mixtape
Hello, you niggas is slow, you got to catch up
You business savvy, you got to step up
You new like a hoe, I dont understand ya
Til you eating the cheese, ratting on camera
Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it |
Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
We was sittin in the Bookings? Charged, direct sale
Third shootout… we was fightin’ for positions
Shell casings out my 9 flyin’ through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, pistols we pack it
You fuck around, we’ll blow your heart out the back of your jacket
Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is at Chach crib
‘Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
I swear to God I think I had the same vision that Cat had
Woke up sayin’ “we gon’ turn them corners to Baghdad”
Yeah, we was young, but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
All you hear is Boo-Boo fuckin’ with them Brooklyn niggas
I had supreme schemes, Corley Wall thoughts
Start shootin’, I bet I’ll clear off the ball court
I want it all, that’s just how I fuckin’ feel, boy
Get in the way, you gon take your trip to Gilmores
I’m dreamin’ of…
My dream of freedom…
Financial freedom
Consist of big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
You can get with the program, fam’ll get smoked, nigga
We was a school of sharks - a bunch of young soldiers
Open your head when you’re half dead – you see? I told you
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
Over the phones, soon as I’m home, the game’s sewn
I got connections – look, bitch, I’m connected
And I ain’t givin’ niggas no passes, so respect it
Or get dealt with, I’ll break you off proper
You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Poppa
Easy – nigga chill or get laid out
I’ll put a hole in you then find out what your gang ‘bout
I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely
I got that tech with that cooling system on me
You think you want it, you dont want it with me homie
We stackin’ paper ‘til we strong then we takin’ over
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
Bridge the gap, get slapped, actin’ like you know us
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
We’re the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
We’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on us
If you ain’t gamblin’, get the fuck out the spot, boy
Shoot an ace off your foot, that’s some shit you should get shot for
Fuck it, when I win I’m a winner – when I lose, I’m a winner
‘Cause to my niggas y’all niggas lookin’ like steak dinner
You screw your face the fuck up, you gon do what?
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
Nigga stand down or get manned down
Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
You gon’ fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
Hit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up |
When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down
This is what it sounds like when Im breakin it down
Yeah, Im breakin it down
Man, this is what it feels like when Im breakin it down
When youre breaking it down, keep breakin it down
Its not my fault
Its not my fault
Im hot, man, its not my fault
Its not my fault
Til the sun comes up every night
We party and we party til daylight
We be gettin it in, come on, we gettin it in
Little Hennessy, a little juice and gin
Its not a fantasy , its not pretend
We gon do it, we gon do it, we gon do it again
Til the sun comes up every night
We party and we party til daylight
I shouldnt have to tell you, shorty, you should know
Im really really gettin into your freakshow
You give me a little, baby, then Ima want mo
O.D.B. said it, I like it raw!
Exotic, erotic, were movin on the floor
Enough to make a nigga lose control
Im down to go wherever you wan go
You got a man, I keep it on the low
I do my thing, you know I gets my dough
I got a few stacks me and you could blow
We headed to the hotel after the show
I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer
On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin off to see yo peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo
When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down
Ready or not, shorty, now here I go
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down
They say Im not the same, its cause Im filthy, man
Im off the chain, I dont play no games
Im hustlin hard, homie, I do my thang
You fuck with the paper, then watch the hammer go bang
Now, shorty, I like the way she move them hips
Im tryna get her in my bedroom and shit
We could take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord this shit, make a boom-boom flick
Its oh so many places that we can go
I really want you, shorty, shorty, now you should know
Girl, your bodys callin me, hear you loud and clear
We aint got to leave now, we can do it right here
On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin off to see yo peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo
When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down
Ready or not, shorty, now here I go
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down
The way you move
You make me lose
All control
I know you know
Youre so seductive, you make me wanna touch it
I aint got to tell you, you know I wanna fuck you
Im feelin your style, you better watch me now
My tonguell be in your mouth, my handsll be in your blouse
When you get me aroused, you put a spell on me
Man, if I cant have you, Ima go crazy
I want you bad now, and if you want me
Girl, come to me now, I said come to me now
Come to me now, you dont come to me now
Apple in your mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, Ill be back in about
Twenty minutes or less, with my Hannibal mask
The way you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I knew I couldnt wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you, had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do
You makin me feel like Im in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl, youre pitiful, chill
We gon fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave, but wait, I gotta shit on you still {phbbt}
I shouldnt have to say it, shorty, you should know
I hope you really gettin into my creepshow
Let me shit on your chest and if some pee comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down
On your mark, get set, girl, now here we go
Racin off to see yo peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo
When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down
Ready or not, shorty, now here I go
Shake that thing, girl, now back it up
Work it, work it, girl, you turn me on
When youre breakin it down, keep breakin it down
Its not my fault
Its not my fault
I could break it down, its not my fault
Its not my fault
Can you break it down? Its not my fault
Its not my fault
I can break it down, its not my fault
Its not my fault
Can you break it down? Its not my fault |
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When Im dead and gone niggas gon remember my name, 50
Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka mind me of nigga that clapped me
He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
Unless you tryna get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they came through they hollored like What up comrade?
Grimy niggas, they loved to get gully
Summertime, still had on black gloves and skullies
The Lex 450 pulled up thats Cornbread
Them niggas from Philly woulda called him an old head
But he a OG, mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key
Sounded like they dont know nothin about drama
His money sent many men through trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof glass was rolled down on his S-Class
Heard in DC, he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this, a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter
Sonny came in for half a pit, he got knocked
He on lock still controllin the spot from Comstock
Pop pulled up in the CL5, surprised he came
His man just got fucking murked by some lame
Heard he got it in the Range nigga Caine popped one
On his brain over some-thang, took his watch and his chain
Country boys off the hook down there in Richmond mayne
In the black 740 I sat, my hat turned back
Down down baby, Nelly singin my wrist blingin what?
Im waiting on this nigga Wise, three loaves for two pies
Son he smokin that shit, I can see it in his eyes
Comin up Wise and locs is close
And locs ride round lookin for wires to toast
Benny hopped out the Escalade with a few thorough men
From B-More, they sellin heroin in Maryland
His first batch of diesel, he killed like 4 fiends
His popularity grew, that only meant more cream
First it was him and his brother, now he got a team
Went from 5 and a half grams to livin the dream
Seen he pulled up, goddamn, you know his format
Bentley Azure, marble in the door, mink floor mats
Hit the hazards, out the stash box popped two Glocks
Theme song: All Eyez on Me, 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he still gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
Thats Ty in the blue GS, stuntin like he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he talk like he a Don
Homes hoppin out the Jag thats Max, Haitian cat
Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack
I peeped his style son I know his steelo, he on the d-low
He smile at niggas mumblin fuck you in Creole
Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya
Few niggas tried to merk him, most them got found
Some turned away try to run they in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat
Got out a black Hummer, he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that, lets go |
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes
I love to see niggas shoot through shit
And to all niggas that do it, I love
To all my Brooklyn
To all my Uptown
To all my Bronx
To all my Queensbridge
Back up, chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin kis, makin crazy Gs
Hittin buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and Im baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvos and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the Glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
Thats a real nigga for ya
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
Thats a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She dont give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop for the town
Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
Youll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the budda
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass catch me if you can
Dont let your people you up with octane, Im not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, Ill break yo punk ass off propa
Theres no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I dont dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they dont want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip-syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
In the hood they feel me, {gun cocked} hah, Im on fire
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Dont try to act like you dont feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Twizzys in this bitch with Obie Trice
So watch what you say before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it wont be nice
Uh, here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us to love us
You hate it, G-Unit made it
And Obies comin, D-Twizzys comin, you sick to your stomach
Fifty percent is 50-Cent, the other fifty percent is whose color skin it is
Well if youre even considering takin our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I aint tryin to get too intricate into it
Im just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cause then its gonna get to the point where it escalates
Into some other shit, then Ima flip
Then Ima get to stompin in my Err Force Ones
Wont be able to tell if its two purrs or its one
Its gonna feel like theres so many feet kickin you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I dont know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussys try to push me
Thinkin they gon put me in the position to pickle me
Yall tickle me pink, I think Id just rather have P!nk tickle me
Hickory-dickory-dock, tickety-tock-tickety
A little bit of the diggity-doc-diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jigga-jig-jigga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, Im just the bomb-diggity
We the realest label
Dont try to act like you dont feel our label
Cause we gon fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records
We the label for sure
We the realest label
Dont try to act like you dont feel our label
We gon fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We gonna kill your fuckin label for sure
Shady in the place to be, see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say to me punk
Cause Im off probation in less than six months
Haha, whoo!
Shady Records
Still Aftermath
And dont think we dont hear you motherfuckers talking
Cause we do
We see yall
But we just gonna sit back for a minute
And watch what the fuck yall do |
Artist: Lil Kim f/ 50 Cent
Aaah!
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty dont believe me, then come with me tonight
And Ill show you maaagic
Maaagic
I got the magic stick
Im a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive shit I dont share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot proper, the law cant stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then its time to switch
Ill rock the boat, Ill work the middle
I speed it up, straight beat it up..
.. And I aint in the hood with my toast out locn
Im in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonights the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
My left strokes the death stroke
I got the magic clit
I know If I get licked once, I can get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you dont believe me, then come with me tonight
And Ill show you maaagic
Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit
Lil Kim not a whore
But I s a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to s dont test my skills
Cause my head game have you head over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambos with the same color wheels
.. And I aint out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
Im in the crib giving niggas deep throught
Tonight Lil Kim gon have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, Im answerin the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
Ill do it anywhere, anyhow, Im down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk aint made for chumps
When Lil Kims around you dont need to lie
Its the Drugs baby, Im makin ya high!!
+
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
Maaagic
+
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
But I have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is
I got the magic box
Have that ass trickin after one back shot
The minks, the leathers, the cl drop
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty dont believe me, then come with me tonight
And Ill show you maaagic
Maaagic
I got the magic stick
I got the magic clit
I know If I get licked once, I can get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you dont believe me, then come with me tonight
And Ill show you maaagic
Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit |
You think you know me?
Nigga, You dont know me!
50... ayo! C-O!
I put a razor thru ya face, I put a nine on my waist
I cock the shotty just in case, I pump nothin but bass
I put a pint of blood in the whip, a pint of blood on the ground
Bullets, bullets get to ricochetin bouncing all around
That body all case cold I got her white wit it
If they ask me I think niggas from basely did it
Im a southside nigga, we take on all comers
The first shot pop, we get to warrin all summer
These niggas aint hard I get on em on some different shit
Different strap, different clip, I blow the door off your whip
The cop fucked fox, sucked the cunt on the bimbo
Faggot mustve thought he knock me out like Kimbo
With gondorea lips, his breath stronger than endo
Fat fuck playing Wii Fit Nintendo
Have another tattoo, heres another tattoo
Run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds
Officer Rickyyyy, radio for backup
See ya ass anywhere you know Im gon act up
You want play with me, when I dont want play?
Have my niggas whip the skin off your ass in broad day
Screaming boss, nigga you aint a boss
Pussy nigga ya lost , listen officer Ross
I tell you straight suck a dick
You tryna come with subliminals
Cuz your ass the police
My niggas is criminals
Its like every other word out your mouth bout a bird
Like you sling cocaine, this shit is absurd
Yous a rapper, yous a motherfuckin rapper
Its a wrap, your career is fuckin wrapped up
My enemys enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
See em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
Try me, get blown away way way
Go head try me, get blown away way way
Try me get blown away way way
Go head try me, get blown away way way
Yeah, you the best, you the cocksucking best
Go head faggot, depp throat it, feel it in your chest
Im not friendly, Im anti-social
Go head try me, Ill be fucking ya up, like Im supposed to
You say Im violent, now why you say Im violent?
The mac got a muffler, make a loud mouth silent
Now Me, Im kinda sensitive, So watch the way u talk to me
Ya better off shootin me, or tryna put the hawk to me
The beef aint shit to me, cuz now I got the wolves out
That fo-fo pull around, that tre pound bulls out
I do it for the moula, boo-ya, bullseye
Pop ya fuckin noodles, deputy do die
Many men wish death, many men oh doe
I make many millions, fuck wit me, thats a no no
This is motion picture shit, theres no director to cast me
The Ds, I plead the 5th on every question they ask me
My enemys enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
See em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
Try me, get blown away way way
Go head try me get blown away way way
Try me, get blown away way way
Go head try me get blown away way way
Nigga I bleed blue, I swear I bleed blue
You thinkin Im a crip, Ill motherfuckin trip
The cool-out blood, maybe Im all blood
Find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug
Maybe Im maniac, maybe Im crazy
Maybe Im exactly what my fucking hood made me
Maybe Imma do 25 years for murder
Maybe cuz its clear Im the clip inserter
I done lost my best friend, he died of cancer
Call me a cheetah, I attack like a panther
Its teflon vinyl on my drop-top phantom
Bulletproof windows, and a stash for the cannon
Nigga if you cross me, you gon have to off me
I just keep going no matter where they lost me
You know Im like a time bomb- bomb steady tickin
You know whats coming next, once nigga slap the clip in
Oh yeah
My enemys enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
See em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
Try me get blown away way way
Go head try me get blown away way way
Try me get blown away way way
Go head try me get blown away way way
Yeah, this niggas a appetizer
Where you at Wayne?
The full course meal Wayne
You awfully quiet
You call Em out, well now Im out
I got my vultures out
You got get pass me to get Em
Im the baby over here
Im the smallest nigga in my clique
Shady After-motherfucking-math nigga
3 headed monster - 50, Em, Dre
Fuck with it if you want nigga |
Yeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals
Niggas aint on it like Im on it, I own shit
I got my own Bentley, I got my own Rolls
Im a pimp, bitch, I own hoes
I got my own diamonds around my own Cubans
I own Rolexes and Frank Muellers
I do what the fuck I want to
Im grown, I own lots of shit, proper shit
I bought a couple before the dealership got the shit
Rich nigga, six figures
I double up every flip, my stash bigger
Plane hoppin, globetrottin
A nigga blow a little paper when its time to move
Fuck old money for the new money
No tellin what a real nigga gon do
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown
Im on straight Remy, no chaser
Wanna smoke, but Im still on paper
I mix purp and yellow like a Laker
Headed to the moon and I just might take ya
Split my blunt with a little bitty razor
While this thick bitch just twerk on the table
I talk big nips, look like Fantasia
She ready, willin and able
She got a piercing in her navel
Working nine to five and she stable
She say she flying down to my city
Cause she got a birthday coming in April
We aint got no kind of commitment
Why you worried bout if Im hitting it?
Dont worry about how Im getting it
Stay the fuck up out of my business
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown
No more stressin, Im VVSin, ballin lessons on DVD
Pay per view shit, making moves since 203, cant see me free
That love gon get you like BDP, PSA: Ima be okay, Im the I.N.G
Fix flash and Im a fly emcee, I put a duffle on all of yall
Trouble cant ignore me, I was born to ball
Fuck is up? Im one of one, I need a custom cut
Hear the summer come, I want the number one
Bitch, walk in with a fleet behind me
Shades damn near to the sneaks, Gianni
Two nights and no repeating, mami
Im guttered up, my streets define me
I drop your ass to the floor, itll be more
Rob me Ill make a detour, robbery how I get to her
Probably want out like I knew her, I done got colder
Chip on my shoulder, head when I sit in the Rover
Brought me a zipper to odor, phone numbers slid in the folder
Bullshitting how? Show you my pimping diploma
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown
Brought an Audemar for when times was hard
Nine calls from the 9th Ward
Mardi Gras, take your top off
Im a nasty nigga, might slide and roll
Fly your girl out to Miami
Sent her back home like they done LeBron
I aint tripping if you aint tripping, party hard till he calls the law
Got my own house so I can throw you out
I got my own blunt so I aint putting it out
This is my car and I can smoke it out
Got my own money and like four accounts
Bought my own bottles so I can pour it out
Got my own shooters and they scoping out
Bought my bitch an ass, now its poking out
If she dont throw it back then Imma throw her out
My condo money dont fold out, wild all out
Hoes out, lets roll out, funeral when I go south
Girl, your mouth got the kind of brain I dont know about
I never changed, Im so South, big chains and a gold mouth
Im rollin out
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own money
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own house
I do what the fuck I want to, Im grown
I got my own car
I just do what the fuck I want to, Im grown, Im grown |
Man I feel like money
Theyre attracted to me
They come around like honey
Cuz Im fly like a bee
Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Audi R8, laid back, Black on Black
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist matching that
Black mask, black mag, brown bag
Drop that off, nigga, shoot your black ass
Im a magnet to money, the paper Im where its at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C
Im a P-I-M-P, your chick just chose me
I got so much swag, is that why you mad?
Control your hatred, nothing good to say, dont say shit
Keep walkin, quit talkin, keep it movin
We can keep the club jumpin till daylight
From New York to LA through the Bay right
Uh, back up to back up in the mix like that
And I know ya like it when its just like that
All the girlies just love my swag
From my kicks to the way I fix my hat
Im back, fresh like some new Js
Brodie got next NBA 2K, Im too paid
Shaded with some ladies
Reppin my city, West LA baby !
West LA made me this way
Two rules - Stay fresh, homie and get paid
Never broke and never bummy
Im from where its forever sunny
Man I feel like money
Theyre attracted to me
They come around like honey
Cuz Im fly like a bee
Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
When I come around, round, round, they go
Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down, they go
New cat with a old school feel
Only new artist with a old school deal
Taught the game by Steve Lobell
So we always win , dont receive no help
New girls act like they know me so well
But I shows no love and be like Oh well
When my album drops , sure as hell goin sell
Stack cash and laugh like L-O-L
Man I feel like money
Theyre attracted to me
They come around like honey
Cuz Im fly like a bee
Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
When I come around , round , round
They go
Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down
They go
When I come around , round , round
They go
Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down
They go
Yee-uh Yee-uh
Shawty in my ear
Saying all the things that I wanna hear
Buzzin !
And as the night ends
Imma have her and get all her friends
Buzzin !
Okay , hands in the air
From the back to the front
Everywhere
Buzzin !
Throwin out 20s
Throwin out hundreds
Ladies gotta love it
Man I feel like money
Theyre attracted to me
They come around like honey
Cuz Im fly like a bee
Man I got em all buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Man I got the world buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da
When I come around , round , round
They go
Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down
They go
When I come around , round , round
They go
Yeah , yeah its going down , down , down
They go |
The Business is entertainment
And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood
Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok Ill get him
You niggas should worship the ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on
50 dont call me nigga I dont wanna talk it out
The 40 calll hit yo leg go on and walk it out
I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy
See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henny?
Ill send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase?
Zoe pound niggas they dont play
Buck stabbin niggas on camera and its ok
Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away
Attempted murder, get a year on probation
Cam are you clear what you facin?
You must aint hear me, I done told you Im a boss
Im eatin good but I aint chubby like Ricky Ross
Word on the street is, 50s not Jay
And Cam better stay out of his way
Everythings cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long
Till they hear the flatline the doc say hes gone, hes gone
When they say hes gone
Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid
This is graveyard music right here ya dig?
This is not competition this is murder
Career endin, mind bendin, Southside ya finished
Now look niggas laughin at Cam down on Lenox
They heard what he did but they dont know why he did it
I have eighty of them boys with black flags, come through with black mags
And have you niggas zipped up in black bags
For a second he was hot now he cold
I apply pressure on niggas until they fold
But never mind me, man thats just how it be
The game got me trained they call me the hustle man
And like fame, my style will live forever
They thought I crossover, cause they dont know no better
I think they think Im laxed now cause I got the cheddar
Till I return back bustin trust me its nothin
DipSet! Cam stay up! Im not gonna destroy DipSet...
Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmys the boss, of DipSet!!!
And Juelz is the Capo Cams demoted to soldier...
We like Jimmy better anyway!! Ballin! Come on man
Whats the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin
Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!!
Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me!!! OHHHH!!!! |
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, Im gettin yo ass
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay with the toasters
Blood in, blood out, La Costra Nostra
You dont wanna bang with the best
Ill have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say Gods a forgivin man, I hope he forgive
Pray shells I let off dont curse my kid
They say 50 done blew up, 50 you changed, nigga
You stunt, I pull out and you see Im that same nigga
That Ruger start to roar, iron is flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama aint raise no chump, I dont talk to po-po
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, niggas lookin for a jux
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, niggas lookin for a jux
Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks
There once was some niggas that tried to merk me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This .45 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
Im smokin niggas like a Cuban cigar
Lets get it poppin
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, niggas lookin for a jux
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, niggas lookin for a jux
Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks
Im tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gon be here forever, youre temporary like baby teeth
Im in and out the night clubs, eighty deep
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge, policell have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bellhop 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
Thats why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I dont even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But its kinda hard to get homie-sick when theres blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role
The doctorsll put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole
Yeah!
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, niggas lookin for a jux
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, niggas lookin for a jux
Shit is real round here, you surrounded by crooks |
Niggas bit off Nas shit
Admit it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit
Admit if, you bit it, bit it
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, Im ready for beef
You wanna talk, it aint about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when its a hot, a Hummer for when its cold
An ill attorneys in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50s the future, thats a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
Im a tell yall what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin in somethin mean
And Ill clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin get the fuck on the floor, give us the raw
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Im like Sugar Shane Mosley, it aint no beef
Youre staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
Im like a black mans asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin deeper when Im creeping up
Yall need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Encephalitis leavin whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, aint no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
Its Con Air style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin back Im rich kid
Either or, you cant stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga
Niggas bit off Nas - Ghostface Killah
Admit it, you bit it - G. Dep
Tell these niggas somethin God - Ghostface Killah
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like Im Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin they find on me
When I rap dont wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring war quick to you
Porsche maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when Im pimpin
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin like
You knowin my arithmetic, but we dont sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, lets go |
Yeah, it is what it is man
Uh-huh
Sirens flashin you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin, cross full of diamonds he bought grindin
His foot slip off the ladder of success he was climbin
The Ds came through, askin niggas if they know what happened
Somehow my name end up in anythin that involves clappin
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me
Im the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack
Figure, Ill push it to the limit, take the shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palms fully loaded firearm
First to let off last to run, every time its on
I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
Cause I dont need em
Cause theyre, never around, when Im down
Shot and Im bleedin
Niggas be talkin bout me, they always callin me crazy
Fuck them OG niggas, they stuck in the 80s
Sayin they gon do me somethin, now you know thats a lie
Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
Im rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire
I prevents runnin, cut my fuckin hand on the barbed wire
This shits crazy, its just a different day its the same shit
Hollow-tip partin yo head, leave your whole fuckin brain split
They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin
Whats the matter? They cant get that hooptie started
Thought they was grindin, well God damn, where that money at?
Thought you was fucked up, cause you was lettin paper stack
You aint a hustler, matter fact, yous a buster
I dont trust ya, I should send niggas to touch ya
I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
Cause I dont need em
Cause theyre, never around, when Im down
Shot and Im bleedin
What? Who say they gon do somethin to me?
Must be out your rabbit-ass mind
Fuck around kill one of these niggas |
Over and over I done told ya, boy
Im a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, boy
And when you gon get it in your brain?
The gates wide open and the dogs off the chain
I be that youngin with that gun that’s tellin ya stop frontin
I be that yougin on the run after I pop somethin
In the Bible I read death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon come
Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared
Some say Im gangsta, some say Im crazy
If you ask me Ill say Im what the hood made me
Now I can stunt til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me
See Im cool with them Haitian mob niggas
They say Sak pase Nap boule and rob niggas
The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whats with that?
See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X, what up?
You dont live that, you shouldnt say that
Cause what come out your mouthll get you shot down
Throwin your money around and we dont play that
Getting in our linell get you shot down
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you onll get you shot down
Heres a few cliques that you shouldnt play with
G-Unit, Ruff Rydersll get you shot down
Fuck yall niggas talkin bout, think you playin with?
Double R, G-Unit, the same old shit
Put the faggots in the ring, watch em all quit
All yall niggas is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of man still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was Slammin
Now we meet again, its all good, my nigga
Back to the street again, its all hood, my nigga
Knock on wood, my nigga, we both walk the dog
We aint get to where we at by luck, shit was hard
But once we got through the trials its all smiles
Til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?
Imma make you remember where you know my name from
45th Street, and blaow-blaow Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
You dont live that, you shouldnt say that
Cause what come out your mouthll get you shot down
Throwin your money around and we dont play that
Getting in our linell get you shot down
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you onll get you shot down
Heres a few cliques that you shouldnt play with
G-Unit, Ruff Rydersll get you shot down
If your head aint off of your shoulders
You aint get shot, you got nipped nigga
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
Its gon do more than chip, nigga
Yeah, what the fuck is the problem?
The Porsche is red, the buckets is army
30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin
Niggas like me might rush your apartment
Bloodstainsll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone
I don’t want the throne or the crown, I ain’t sell enough
You can have the jail or the ground, you aint in hell enough
Im the one that flood the gutters
Better tap your man and let him know Pll love to cut his
And niggas is gettin shot down, two guns up
Double R, S.P., holdin D Block down
You dont live that, you shouldnt say that
Cause what come out your mouthll get you shot down
Throwin your money around and we dont play that
Getting in our linell get you shot down
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you onll get you shot down
Heres a few cliques that you shouldnt play with
G-Unit, Ruff Rydersll get you shot down |
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Daringer, the fuck, nigga?
Look, this for them niggas gettin Jew money
Every time they step on the Ave, get they chef on, uh
Say, Mazel tov, before they step on the glass
Get their stretch on, keep a big weapon to blast, uh
My shorts ready made, Just Don collab
Ill probably be in your projects with all my ice out
Run up, one of my youngins gon put your lights out
Fuck what you write bout, I know what your life bout
Free my dawg, he spin the yard with his knife out
Yeah, we came a long way from pushin grams
Say what you want, but you cant say I ever took the stand, uh
I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand
If we cant get to him, then we gon cook his mans
For every brick he whip, we throw the cook a gram
Im sittin back, Im blowin on a Cookie strand, huh
We keep the Glocks near, this shit is not fear
Machine, bitch, everything I drop is top tier
Ah, I mean you see the way the necks lookin
So you already know the way them checks lookin,
Yeah, I put the city on my back
Got it poppin on these niggas, put the city on the map
Next tours a quarter mil run
They hated on the team, but we still won
Uh, I put the city on my back
Got it poppin on these niggas, put the city on the map, ah
Im a A student, I mean I do my homework
No ski mask, put in my own work
I do, do my homework
I do, I do put in my own work
Valedictorian, bulletproof DeLorean
My windows thick like twenty-four hour stores
Kevlar all up in the dash and the doors
Its rare that Im wrong, I think Im ready for war
Whats up? I reflect the darkest cloud in the sky
Im the coldest winter day when Im out with the K
Chill, play it cool til I come and get frostbit
Let the Ds find the strap in the snow after I toss it
You fuck around, I set your ass on fire
Hollow tips burn faster than rubber on spinnin tires
Im up early with the birds, I push up in my regimen
Party with the animals, I bet I get the metal in
I mean you see the way the necks lookin
So you already know the way them checks lookin
Yeah, I put the city on my back
Got it poppin on these niggas, put the city on the map, yeah
Next tours a quarter mil run
They hated on the team, but we still won
Uh, I put the city on my back
Got it poppin on these niggas, put the city on the map, ah |
Oh! Please dont play with the animal
The walls have ears lil nigga, I run New York
Even when I aint there lil nigga, I run New York
I said the walls have ears lil nigga, I hear when you talk
Lets get this shit clear lil nigga, I run New York
I wake up, stare at the ceilin, Im alive, what a beautiful feelin
I put my vest on, right after I put on my draws
Its a habit Im always prepared for war
See, my lifes like some shit you seen in a flick
Bitches act like porn stars when they sit on the dick
When I was gettin out the game I said one more flick
Test my aim in the range Im like one more clip
Its my brain, Im insane, I be on some shit
Man, I run Interscope, Jadas tryin to annoy me
Hes nothin but another disgruntled employee
Been in the game ten years, and he still aint rich
Even his momma upset that he still aint shit
But he keep runnin his yap like Im a take all that
One more word out his mouth Ill push Styles shit back
See, the nozzle on my trey pound is three inches long
And the kick on the four-fours is extremely strong
With a lil trey deuce its like pop, pop
Chase his ass up the block till his bitch ass drop
And them verses he be kickin, none of em hot
Cause he aint got none of that shit he sayin he got
And he aint did none of that shit he sayin he did
And I aint got, time to be talkin bout this shit, fuckin faggot!!!!
I gets busy lil nigga, I run New York
Yeah, I live in CT, lil nigga, but I run New York
I dont go to parties, lil nigga, but I run New York
And I stay gettin cheese, lil nigga, cause I run New York
Yayo, tell em I run New York
My money longer than yours, nigga, call your recruits
The LOX made more money in them damn shiny suits
The game about sales, drugs and rappin
Jada, fuck your punchlines, my shirt went platinum
Styles and Sheek Louch, went double plastic
Yayo, Buck and Banks is puttin out classics
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, yall ready to die
Fat Joe aint a gangsta, he scared to fly
Automatic Mossberg who want a piece of this pump
Ill have Ja Rule buried, in some high heel pumps
Vest up in the bulletproof man fuck that
Homie shoot up my whip, all you leave is a scratch
Yo, I flip cocaine in your project lobby
And beat you with my pistol like Kane did Chauncey
Its T.O.N.Y. Y.A.Y.O
My whole clique got dough, my hoes on the fly home
G4s, we fly on Lears
And my rocks lookin like flashlights in my ears, nigga
When Im in D.C. lil nigga, I tell em, I run New York
When Im out in Philly lil homie, I run New York
When Im in V.A. I tell niggas guess what I run New York
When Im in N.C. niggas holla at me cause I run New York
Yayo tell em I run New York
Yo who the fuck told this lil nigga he can talk to me like that?!!
If I catch him Ill bawl him up and roll him somewhere, ha ha ha ha!!!!
Dee! Waah! wanna talk to me?! wanna tell me whats goin on?
You want me to service him for real cause Ill service him! Ill murder!!!!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!! Hey! Hey get Puffy on the phone!!!!
Tell him I said, tell that nigga Puffy I said get out the mirror for a second let me talk to him
Puffy own the nigga motherfuckin publishing!!!!
Tell him I wanna buy the nigga Jadakiss publishing! nigga still aint recoup!!!
Awww nigga you in the red, you owe money nigga!!!
Awww man!!!! Now why you made me put your business in the streets!
Now niggas know you aint shit!!!! Damn!
I see your monkey ass in the paper, cause you aint returned them jewels you borrowed
You better give them back! you dirty nigga
Aint none of that shit you be wearin yours!
Ha ha ha!!! We couldve kept it a secret nigga
These niggas Im supossed to beef with!?
Awww man!!!! This fight is fixed, youve been set up!
Ha ha ha!!! Thats what he gon say they set me up man
I aint know the nigga was gonna do that
Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! |
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
When they talk about me they say I be tripping
What they say about me doesnt make me mad
I think they hating cause they see me when Im rolling
Man, I cant help it that they really doing bad
Okay, alright
Okay, youre right
Okay, alright
Okay, youre right
Im in that 760 leaning when Im stunting
I blow 50 Gs, I mean with ease like this is nothing
Please dont interrupt me when Im talking to my jeweler
Hes putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if its worth it
Come through hit you up, Ill make a crime scene perfect
Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back
They dont talk about me in my face because Im strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that gnac
A couple cups of that and I just dont know how to act
By the second bottle thats when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and aint nobody saying nothing
When they talk about me they say I be tripping
What they say about me doesnt make me mad
I think they hating cause they see me when Im rolling
Man, I cant help it that they really doing bad
Okay, alright
Okay, youre right
Okay, alright
Okay, youre right
I blew a hundred Gs on my bitches in Miami
They think Im the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me bout the shotty
I dont even know my name, switching lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga, I aint crazy, bitches like me cause Im paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say Im balling, Im not talking bout a ball
Im talkin bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggas they can hate all they want, but they know they like this
Me Im like that painting on the wall, baby, Im priceless
You could come and work me over, baby, on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get
When they talk about me they say I be tripping
What they say about me doesnt make me mad
I think they hating cause they see me when Im rolling
Man, I cant help it that they really doing bad
Okay, alright
Okay, youre right
Okay, alright
Okay, youre right
Okay, okay, okay, okay - sho you right
Okay, okay, okay, okay - you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, youre right |
Every rapper who grew up in the Nineties owes something to 2Pac. People either try to emulate him in some way, or they go in a different direction because they didnt like what he did. But whatever you think of him, he definitely developed his own style: He didnt sound like anyone who came before him.
My favorite 2Pac album is The Don Killuminati. It was recorded after he was shot and spent time in prison. It was like a doctor told him he was going to die, and he was trying to get it all down on paper. Thats something the average rapper just could not do: build an entire album around that concept, and stay in that negative space. Everybody knows that theyre going to die. But after youre in a life-threatening situation, you think about it a little more.
2Pacs aggressive records are my favorite. Hail Mary is just perfect: Picture paragraphs unloaded/Wise words being quoted. Most artists now just arent smart enough to write that, or honest enough to write a line like, I aint a killer but dont push me. These days rappers will just tell you, Ill kill you.
2Pac was like a camera. Its incredible how much he wrote — how much he documented. To me, Pac was more of a poet than a rapper. You can always tell when youre hearing 2Pac verse. He wrote those lyrics without any music. Notorious B.I.G. was more melody-driven — Im sure he wrote his shit without a pen, and over the music — but Pac was just hashing out his life. The thing was, he was doing that when the public eye was on him, and everything he was hashing out just expanded, and thats when things got out of control.
All of us on the East Coast loved 2Pac. The music was all that mattered. That East Coast/West Coast feud was just personal beef. Now that hes not here, hes bigger than ever. I can still listen to two or three 2Pac CDs straight. Sometimes I put on 2Pacs best songs, followed by Biggies best songs. Then I get ready to go into my next project.
Laurence Fishburne told me once that he didnt like 2Pac. He told me it was because 2Pac was so much smarter than everyone around him. He said he didnt like the way 2Pac behaved because he knew that 2Pac knew better. I understood what he meant. But I still gave him a look like he was bugging. |