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Текущая дата: Четверг, 2024-04-18, 6:02 AM Альбом The Massacre :
 1. Intro Are you kidding me ? You want lyrics to the intro??? 2. In My Hood [50 Cent] Niggaz screw they face up at me On some real shit son they don't want beef (nah) I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray There ain't a shell left in my heat Y'all niggaz better lay down, yeah I mean stay down You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it You niggaz'll get laid out, your blood and your brains out Have you on the concrete ship already sinkin I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll Niggaz'll eat yo' 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'ma holla I'ma see whassup I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk (uh-huh) Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk [Chorus: 50 Cent singing] In my hood - niggaz got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy and niggaz just don't know how to act In my hood - niggaz is gri-mey I stay on point, I roll with my gat In my hood - niggaz might buck at me So I keep somethin around to buck back [50 Cent] 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 Niggaz'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 Niggaz I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake Trust me son, niggaz'll go hard for that cake These thirsty niggaz are lurkin, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em I'm observin in my hood, cause niggaz be dumbin Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the runnin 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? [Chorus] [50 Cent] 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 Up, you shit out of luck if niggaz catch you slippin (uh-huh) Crack money slow so you know niggaz is trippin (yeah) Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin Shiiiit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley (ahh) Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali The grimey niggaz 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 [Chorus] [50 Cent] In my hood... 3. This Is 50 "This is 50" [Chorus: 50 Cent] I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Verse One] I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's the killa in me not to spray this shiiiiiiit I got enough ammo shots to blow I put a hole in any motherfucker out this biiiiiiitch I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose you gon' be strong enough to take this shiiiiiiit I'm in the hood ridin 'round with a fo'-fo' pound Can you see through the limousine tiiiiiiints? I do dirt, the gat bust, I get to kickin up dust 'fore the Jakes come around here kiiiiiiid Niggaz get knocked if D's start askin question My name end up in all types of shiiiiiiit I'll be a gangsta nigga 'til I die fo' sho' Whether I'm po' or I'm filthy riiiiiiich Now what you know about movin that Peruvian flake for that cake, I get rid of dem briiiiiiicks [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse Two] Now I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's Every time I get a brand new whiiiiiiip I rode around in the 5 'til my money got right Then I went back and got that siiiiiiix I'm in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day I call it the milktruck an' shiiiiiiit I'll have your hoe eyeballin at the light damn pimpin You should take time to check that biiiiiiitch If I'm ridin through the hood actin like it's all good but I'm lookin for jux an' shiiiiiiit In the middle of the night, you can turn on the light Find me and my niggaz in yo' criiiiiiib Nigga holla if there's a problem and yo' niggaz got drama I got burners for sale and shiiiiiiit Got them macs, got them 9's, got them techs full of dime Hollow-tips and them extra cliiiiiiips [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse Three] Man I'm tired of tellin niggaz over and over E'rything about me be gangsta Man I'm tired of tellin niggaz over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya Man I'm tired of tellin niggaz over and over They can't hustle when I'm in this shit Man I'm tired of tellin niggaz over and over You don't listen, you gon' get yo' ass hit "This is 50" Yeah! Nigga cherish me Like the water you drink Like the air you breathe You need me to live Yeah 4. I'm Supposed To Die Tonight [50 Cent] Ah-ha man! Ay you know where them niggaz be at right? {*click-clack*} Take me to 'em [Chorus: 50 singing] All through the hood I keep hearin niggaz sayin - I'm supposed to die tonight Niggaz done put a hit out and they talkin like the shit okay - I'm down to ride tonight We rollin, whip stolen, AK golden - I'm down to ride tonight Weed smokin, straight loc'n, lock and loadin - Somebody gon' die tonight [Verse One] This is nuttin new, I been in this position before Grandma crib, niggaz outside of her door Different day same shit, old mac new clip 32 hollow-tips, gloves, no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggaz never show no respect I catch 'em slippin, I'll have 'em tongue-kissin my tec Gwan come, test me, pussy boy, don't try it Police response never fast enough to shots fired Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin with son 'Fore we find out where yo' bitch get her hair and nails done It's elementary, life is but a dream You know row row your boat, your blood forms a stream After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit You took that paper you take a life or yo' life get took bitch Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel [Chorus] [Verse Two] In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit Big said, "Damn - niggaz wanna stick me for my paper" "And pray for my downfall," I understand it all But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga I'm on that Kevlan vest shit, that wild wild West shit There's eighty-one one carat stones in my necklace I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wan' kill me Every projects in every hood I go, they feel me Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy When I come out to play, and my mob ain't with me You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me Homeboy, frontin on me'll shorten your lifespan Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand YEAH! [Chorus] {*sounds of gunshots and people screaming, tires peel out*} 5. Piggy Bank [Chorus: 50 Cent] Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank Clickity-clank, clickity-clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Verse One] I'll get at you - my knife cuts your skin I'll get at you - blow shots at your man I'll get at you - Tupac don't pretend I'll get at you - I'll put that to an end That shit is old, don't be screamin "Get at Me Dog" Have you runnin for your life when I match ya part I get to wavin that semi like it's legal A lil' nigga hurt his arm, lettin off that Eagle, you know me Black on black Bentley, big ol' black 9 I'll clap your monkey-ass, yeah black on black crime Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know how I shine C'mon on man, you know how I shine I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top Got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I don't hear no shots? That fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "In Da Club" My shit sold 11 mill', his shit was a dud Jada' don't fuck with me, if you wanna eat Cause I'll do yo' little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep Yeah homey in New York niggaz like your vocals But that's only New York, dog yo' ass is local [Chorus] [Interlude] Yeah, yeah get more money, more money Yeah - yeah, yeah get more money, more money Yeah - yeah, yeah get more money, more money Yeah - yeah, yeah get more money, more money [Verse Two] Banks' shit, sells; Buck's shit, sells Game's shit, sells; I'm rich as - hell Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell He don't want it with me, he in P.C. I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank For just a few pennies out my piggy bank Yayo bring the condoms, I'm in room 203 Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery Send emergency, for Michael Jackson see You'll picture and say she looks like me Kelis said her "Milkshake" bring all the boys to the yard Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm I mean like way out in Cali niggaz know you cuz First thing they say about you is youse a sucker for love This is chess not checkers, these are warning shots After your next move I'll give you what I got YEAH [Chorus] [Interlude] [Outro] When I get at you - I'll punch out your grill I'll get at you - let off that blue steel I'll get at you - nigga I'm f'real I'll get at you - could get yo' ass killed YEAH! Yeahhh... hahahaha! Y'all niggaz gotta do somethin now man All the shoot 'em up shit y'all be talkin You gotta do somethin baby! I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin Nigga e'rybody listenin Hahahahaha! I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that I mean damn, rep yo' hood nigga Nigga you hard right? Pop off Yayo, get mobs of them niggaz on the phone Tell niggaz I said grip up Niggaz got a green light on these monkeys Hahahahaha! 6. Gatman And Robbin' (Feat. Eminem) [Em] Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded [50] I'm on my way [Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gatman There's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and a bat man What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed They say Batman [50 Cent] Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady The worst baby, put your hands on my people I'll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to a IV I'll leave no witnesses when I ride B You fuck with me, you'll see I'll react'like an animal, tear you apart If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art Niggaz knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo) So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber Danger, anger will change ya And make ya aim that and squeeze [Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gat man There's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and a bat man [Eminem] Mothafucker, you retarded you touch 50 I'll leave you dearly departed We're walkin' away from a beef, in which clearly you started I said we're walkin' away, did you hear me you outta be thankful That we ain't beefin' we're still breathin' and just leave it at THAT cause if me, 50, and G-Unit hop back in that BAT mobile It ain't gonna be no more rap, it's gonna be BrrRAAAAT Retaliation will be like that Muslim shi'ite ATTACK Some where along the line, its like me and 50 made a PACT He's got my back, I got his back[BACK] It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins Cause when we beef we pull each other in So we'll do shit like we're conjoined at the hip Its just unavoidable some of this shit is washable And some shit will never boil over And some of it will just simmer at best If left alone, but let it be known there won't be no sit downs wit no Benzinos, there will no peace discussions with me There ain't gon' be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea Just quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' wit you Just spit ya sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through without mentionin' me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine and Dre and 50 D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we'll be [KNOCK KNOCK] [Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem] with a gatman There's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and a bat man What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 3 - 50 Cent] Nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it Got 'em on the screen, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it Showcases drop, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get hit with copper tops When drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops This ain't new, nigga's know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it Its not a game, perfect aim you feel the flame Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained [Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gatman There's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around With a big ass revolver and a bat man What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed 7. Candy Shop (Feat. Olivia) [Intro - 50 Cent] Yeah Uh huh So seductive [Chorus - 50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa [Chorus - Olivia (50 Cent)] I'll take you to the candy shop (yea) Boy, wanna taste what I got (uh huh) I'll have you spending all you got (c'mon) Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa [Verse - 50 Cent] You could have it your way How do you want it? You gonna back that thing up or should I push up on it? Temperature rising, ok Let's go to the next level Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle I break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho In the hotel or in the back of the rental On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teaching you about how sprung I got you When you show me what you working baby, No problem Get on top, get your bounce around like a low rider I'm a seasoned vet, when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat, you could play with the stick I'm trying to explain baby, the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hand (uh huh) [Chorus - 50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa [Chorus - Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa [Bridge - 50 Cent (Olivia)] Girl what we do (what we do) And where we do (and where we do) The things we do (things we do) Are just between me and you, yea (oh yeah, yea) [Verse - 50 Cent] Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before Cuz I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper It's like a race, who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic, how erotic it is to watch them thongs Had me thinking about that ass after I'm gone I touched the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she wind Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind No she ain't stopping homie and I ain't stoppin Dripping wet with sweat, man it's on and poppin All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on And we gonna sip till every bubble an every bottle is gone [Chorus - 50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa [Chorus - Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa [Chorus - 50 Cent] I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go ahead girl, don't you stop Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa [Chorus - Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy, wanna taste what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going til you hit the spot, whoaa 8. Outta Control [50 Cent] Yeah, Shady, Aftermath I - guess - you didn't know I - be - back for more Every-body's - 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! (Set-set-set set it off) [50 Cent] 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 it's on And the sounds of 50 and D-R-E Everything's calculated and sound precise Another move another mill', let's get right aight? Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life Feelin lucky enough to bet it all on the dice Shorty do what you wanna do, hit the dance floor And move how you wanna move, later on we can cruise if you wanna cruise, it's whatever you want The fact is I got more than I flaunt, yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] I do my thang, in the club Every chance I get, I tear it up Dance floor 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! (Set-set-set set it off) [50 Cent] System thumpin, dance floor jumpin We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin That's 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 I'm a chef you need the hit I got the recipe Doc got the antidote, it's in the drugs 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 [Chorus] [50 Cent] I'm hot boy, I'm 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, it's the way you move But I ain't payin for it, cause I ain't no fool If you okay with it, tonight I stay with it Hit the telly play with it in a major way get it [Chorus] 9. Get In My Car [Intro] Uh huuuuh Yeah Uh huhhhh Yeah [Verse 1] I'm a straight guerilla wit it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, motherfuckers freeze up when I come through Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel I might smile and say whats up but I don't fuck with you niggaz My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggaz I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in I don't play but I'm a playa till the motherfuckin'end {*gunshots*} [Chorus: repeat 2X] I got no pickup lines I stay on the grind I tell the hoes all the time Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in) I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes And when I open that do' Bitch get in my car [Verse 2] Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shiiit Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya biiitch I ain't stuntin' these hoes, man I'm bout my paper If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me Committment for me, uhh nah not likely When I wit Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin' But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' {*gunshots*} [Chorus] [Verse 3] Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high First its pain when you lust for my love, then its smooth and calm Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me They suck cock to make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love 69's the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh? My conversations so deep, I get in your head Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed {*gunshots8} [Chorus] [Outro] Hahaha Quit playin' bitch get it You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent G-G-G-G-G-Unit {*gunshots*} 10. Ski Mask Way [50 Cent] Yeah, I'm tryin to catch me somethin A little jux or somethin [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, the ski mask way Make money, make money money money Nigga if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money money money [Verse One] You wan' spray at me go 'head; the last nigga that tried got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Your lil' sister callin me stupid, reason why her and your momma in the living room now hogtied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait Got a brand new cig in that ol' 38 I be schemin to put a lil' bread on my plate Watch and dressers, look through a hole in the cake I stick a nigga for his sign, sell him back the next day You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch please This is stash house, jackpot, there go them ki's My black G-Unit hoodie just wreak with marijuana Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna I'm serious man, I'm so sincere This the flow right here that fucked Jeffry's career Make money, take money, yeah nigga, YEAH [Chorus] [Verse Two] Who's that peepin in my window - WOW, the feds on me now They know when I'm sleepin, they know when I'm wake I know they got my phone tapped, I'm screamin fuck Jake I'm tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA - now that sounds great I see niggaz with that ice on, rims shined up This town's one big pussy, waitin to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me 500 apiece for two macs Then I'm back doin me, I'm back out on the spree Catch me a nigga slippin out pumpin that D Get me a little crew I'll have 'em pumpin for me The more product I take the more paper we see Change my name, in NY they don't know where I be Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low-key [Chorus] 11. A Baltimore Love Thing [50 Cent] She loves me, she loves me not (yeah) She loves me not The fiends need me I aint around, they bones ache Detox, rehab, cold sweats, watch them shake I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag Take one hit and slide off to the Land of H man When we first met, I thought you never doubt me Now you tryin' to leave me, you never live without me Girl I'm missing you, come and see me soon Tie your arm up; put that lighter under that spoon Now put that needle to ya arm princess Stick it in, relapse you back bitch, don't ever try that again All the shit I did for you, I made you feel good We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring You broke my heart you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids Listen I don't give a damn if your ass starts smokin' But we have a bond that is not to be broken [Chorus: repeat 2X] We got a love thing Girl you tried to leave me but you need me Can you see you're addicted to me? We got a love thing I can take ya higher girl Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be [50 Cent] Baby you know, on the low, ya sister been eyein' me I'm good lookin', so you know so she be tryin' me Heard she bi-sexual, she fuck what that girl But boy oh boy, fuckin' wit me is a whole 'nother world After that first night she fall in love, then chase the feelin I hung out with Marvin when he wrote Sexual Healing Kurt Cobain, we were good friends, Ozzy Osbourne too I be with rock stars, so you lucky I'm fuckin' with you I chilled with Frankie Lymon and Jimi Hendrix crew See this is new to you, but to me this aint new I live the lavish life Listen if the mood is right Me you and ya sister can do the do tonight I never steer you wrong, if you hyper I make you calm I'll be your incentive and your reason to make you move on Let's make a date, promise you'll come to see me Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV I love you, love me back No one said lovin' me be easy [Chorus] [50 Cent] I love you I gotchu' bad footed on glass Chasin a dove That monkey on ya back symbolizes my love Your friends talk bad about me, bitch You sit there and listen to them Over and over you hurt me My love is unconditional They talk to you when you up you down, then they got nothin' to say But when you call up, I come runnin' I always take the pain away They set you up to let you down You crowned, you prom queen They know bout me behind your back Call you a fuckin' fiend We just need to be alone so I can kiss and hug you Push me inside you No other man can love you like I do Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good I find pleasure in pleasing you like a real man should It was written long before us, it was carved in a tree Forever me and you baby, we were meant to be There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate But we'll be hand in hand when you walk through those pearly gates and see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes [Chorus] 12. Ryder Music [Intro] Yeah Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back, crew [Verse 1] Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street Put my teflon on and roll with my heat I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown niggas In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get me confused Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth T&T around, I can still make blow move [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] [Verse 2] Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows In my favorite position, you know how it goes In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry" This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] [Verse 3] My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin' Like the stones on my wrist Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit I'm fallin', in love with success Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turns Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid In '99, I had a vision and made a decision Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up [Chorus x2] This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [Let's go] 13. Disco Inferno One, Two, Three, let's GO [Chorus - repeat 2x] Lil mama, show me how you move it Better yet, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake - sh-sh-shake that ass girl! [Verse] Go, go, go, 50 in the house Bounce, y'all already know what I'm about The flow sound sick over Dre drums nigga I ain't stupid, I see Doc then my doe come quicker, whoa! Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic Girl watch, I'm like bounce that ass girl I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here Front in here we'll thump in here ohh!! So gutter, so ghetto, so hood So gully, so grimey, what's good Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club wit the snub Don't start nothing, there won't be nothing, uhh! [Chorus] [Bridge] Let's party! Everybody stand up Everybody put your hands up Let's party! Everybody bounce wit me Some champagne and burn a little greenery [Verse] It's hot! Disco inferno! Let's go! You're now rocking wit a pro I get dough to flip dough, to get more fa sho' Get my drink on, then get on the dance floor Look homie I don't dance, all I do it this It's the same two step wit a lil twist Listen punk I ain't new to this, I'm true to this Pay attention boy I'll teach you how to do this shit You mix a little Goose wit a little Dom Perion And a little Hennessy, you know we fi'tn' to carry on hollering at these shorties in the club trying to get right We gon be up in this bitch till we break daylight [Chorus] [Verse] You see me shining, lit up wit diamonds Cause I stay grindin, uh huh! Homie you can catch me swooping Bentley Coupe n' switching lanes, haha! If you see me rolling, you know I'm holding I'm bout my paper, yeah! Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playing I'll embed it in your brain, I'm off the chain, G-Unit!! Next level now, turn it up a notch Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco Hands up on the dance floor, okay let's go [Chorus] 14. Just A Lil Bit [50 Cent] Yeah, Sha-dy, Aftermath - G-Unit! [Intro] Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that Get it crackin in the club when you hear the shit Drop it like it's hot, get to whippin that back Girl shake that thing, yeah work that thing Let me see it go up, and, down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang When you make it go round and round [50 Cent] I step up in the club I'm like "Who you wit?" G-Unit in the house, yeah that's my click Yeah I'm young but a nigga from the old school On the dancefloor a nigga doin old moves I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do I hit your ass up boy, I done warned you Better listen when I talk nigga, don't trip Yo' heat in the car, mines in this bitch I ain't tryin to beef, I'm tryin to get my drink on And my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on I'ma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go Then I'ma get shorty ear and I'ma let her know [Chorus] All a nigga really need is a lil' bit Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit We can head to the crib in a lil' bit I can show you how I live in a lil' bit I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit Get to kissin and touchin a lil' bit Get to lickin and {fuckin} a lil' bit [50 Cent] This is 50, comin out your ster-e-o It's hard to tell though cause I switched the flow Eyes a little low cause I twist the 'dro Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze Come get, your bitch, she on me dawg She must, ta heard, about the dough Now Captain c'mon and Save-a-Hoe I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain #1 on the chart all the time mayne When the kid in the house, I turn it out Keep the dancefloor packed that's without a doubt But shorty shake that thang like a pro man She backed it up on me I'm like ohh man I got close enough to her so I know she could hear System thumpin, party jumpin, I said loud and clear [Chorus] [50 Cent] Baby you got me feelin right, you heard me? My momma gone you can spend the night, you heard me? I ain't playin I'm tryin to fuck}tonight, you heard me? Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon, ha ha [Chorus] - 2X 15. Gunz Come Out [Chorus - 2X] Y'all niggaz know (wut wut y'all niggaz know, know what I'm about) Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' then the guns come out [Verse 1] I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm 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 low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang The semi auto spray, run if you get away I'll 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 [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 2] In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggaz don't know I'm around Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress Hard niggaz finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel Fuck around and get ya cap peeled nigga you know the drill, Brownsville Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo Feed the wolves, they eat the food And they ?? fathom too nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York Gangstas who sign language and let their guns talk Look homie, I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crips I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips I don't know karate, but I split the bricks I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch [Chorus - 2X] Y'all niggaz know (wut wut y'all niggaz know, know what I'm about) Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' then the guns come out [Verse 3] I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya In case your dumbass wanna tussle AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle Scope, infra-red, run you're 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 niggaz new macs and llamas Got respect for you, my knife will acommodate you One phone call and niggaz will exterminate you No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow niggaz'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest [Chorus - 2X] 16. My Toy Soldier (Feat. Tony Yayo) [50 Cent] You ready? Okay let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I said do it man These niggaz is pussy you heard me? Get up nice and close [Chorus: 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back, I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You don't wanna play with my toy soldier I say it's on then it's on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You don't want it with my toy soldiers [Verse One: 50 Cent] This is up close now, follow instructions Picture a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience no more there's enough to name When they stay against us we supposed to touch 'em Here's what to do if you see him approach me Pop that nigga, I don't care if you know me Half the niggaz hatin on me used to be homies I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony Everytime I come around they call the police on me That's why the D's in the precinct know me They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat Run like I'm in a track meet, swift what the mac B You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayyyn Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holdiiin See me in the back of the Phantom, rolliin Quick to make examples out of niggaz fo' sho' man, hold me down [Chorus] [Verse Two: 50 Cent] Shoot, stab, kill muh'fucker If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, cocksucker Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop Them hollows so hot, yo' ass'll melt Barber razor in the club, stunner get you an' shit Right by your ass stitch, gored, your head all taped up Niggaz know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Ha ha, my soldiers around And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down It's no surprise cause niggaz 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 niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Interlude] Two windows to a man's soul ... fill you with holes Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!) [Verse Three: Tony Yayo] I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it Niggaz scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac I put green on yo' head like a Oakland A's hat One boy was a doja, now he a soldier My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger In a whip mad stuck, lookin for his enemies Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries Now his casualties, is hooked to them IV's (50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!) Click-clack, take that, fall back It's a contract, 50 grand, I'm 50 man [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah) When I say move (ha ha ha) nigga you better move Soldier, ha ha I don't want nobody talkin to none of my niggaz Come around here with that bullshit Tryin to feed niggaz bad information and shit That's how my toys malfunction 17. Position Of Power [Intro] Ha ha ha! I told niggaz not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!! Ha ha ha.. [Intro: 50 Cent] Ahh nigga don't trip, I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Ahh nigga don't trip, you gon' make me get on some shit Run up on you quick, wet up your whip Ahh nigga don't trip, you gon' get your monkey-ass hit Runnin your lip, tryin to fuck with my clique Ahh nigga don't trip, in case you didn't know who this is It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Ahh nigga don't trip [50 Cent] I come through your hood, stuntin in my yellow Lamb' Murcielago, top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since Son of Sam Cruisin, bumpin Buck's shit, Ruger in my hand Thinkin the East ain't enough, it's 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 shoppin, and buy me a crib It's 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 Mama'll turn in her grave if I married a white chick But baby'll suck the chrome off a Chevy an' shit Niggaz be wearin fake shines, I'm rockin 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 [Chorus: 50 Cent] And if you hustle, for me I'll hustle harder I got what you need, them trees that hard that powder My niggaz move G-packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power You fuck around if you wanna [50 Cent] Where I'm from you learn to blend in or get touched I don't need niggaz for support, I don't walk with a crutch Niggaz know my steez, they don't fuck with me son You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun This is Ferrari F-50 shit, it's 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 10 bodies you get from one cuz I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour Chrome and some woodgrain You know a nigga still really tryin to move 'caine Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I ain't playin I'm up early with the bird's word, puttin that work in Pirellis on the porch chirpin, I'm makin moves I got a hundred mill' from music, a hundred grand from crack I'm goin to see my jeweler so I can blow a stack [Chorus] 18. Build You Up (Feat. Jamie Foxx) [Jamie Foxxx] La la la la la la Ooh I'd lie for you baby Ooh I'd die for you baby [50 Cent overlapping] I build you up But if ever I fall down And I need you to pick me up Promise me you'll be around Hold me down I'll build you up [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Listen if you let me, I'll be the reason you shine Its a secret I want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter They can play it on the radio, a hundred times a day I figure when you hear it, you would stop and think of me I wanna get to know ya and be the reason you smile Girl, you know where I'm from, you know how I get down When times are tough, tell me that I'm special Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend Precious stones, could you put me before them? If so, I'll see to it that they always around Nothin' but the best now, how does that sound? If I talk with you, when we talk you can keep it Girl, you on my mind all the time, its a secret [shhh] [Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx] Baby I'll build you up Girl if I, never show I have you by my side I build you up Girl I need to know for sure you're mine I need to know for sure [Verse 2- 50 Cent] I think about you thinkin' that you feel the same way Was it just my imagionation again runnin' away If you ready to ride girl come on let's roll G-55 fly, ma let's go Its hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my presence Your smile makes me smile, I'll show you my style We can shop a lil bit, I pick out sum shit One pair at a time, till your shoe games sick Now who knows what the future holds, we'll be together probably For better or worst, like Whitney and Bobby If you wanna play house, we can play house then But wait why pretend when you can move in Before I be your buddy in bed, let me be your best friend Girl, its more than lust, I want your trust You keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Cause I know with you by my side, there's nothin' I can't do [Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx] Baby I'll build you up Girl if I, never show I have you by my side I build you up Girl I need to know for sure you're mine I need to know for sure 19. God Gave Me Style [Intro/Chorus: 50 Cent] God gave me stylllle, God gave me grace - God give me style, God give me grace God put a smilllle, on my face - Ha ha, God put this smile on my face God make me shiiiine, like the sun - God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feeeeel, like I'm the one - Sometimes I feel like I'm the one [Break] It ain't my fault, I just reach for style I'm hot, I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down The way I break it down [50 Cent] Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me When my CD's drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed I'm 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, she's more than a girl Don't much good come from me, but my music It's a gift given from God, so I'ma use it - yeah [Chorus] + [Break] [50 Cent] Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself Bunch of niggaz around, I'm still by myself I drift off on a cloud, by myself Thinkin 'bout nothin more, than life - what else? These days it's 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 you'll be okay A O'G told me God's favorites have a hard time You're out the hood, that's good, now stay on the grind I'm a sponge, knowledge and wisdom I ab-sorb fast I'm in a class by myself, you do the math [Chorus] [50 Cent] It ain't my fault, yeah Shoutout to Reverand Floyd Flake It ain't my fault, Creflo Dollar, CD Jake Ms. Chevetti Allah, is here shorty, ha ha Wooo! Feels good Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Moore Cause my mama kill me, ha ha 20. So Amazing (Feat. Olivia) [Chorus: Olivia] Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall I'll be around to catch your call Cuz you're my baby (you're my baby) And I adore you You always brighten up my day I'll never ever let you wait Cuz you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing) [50 Cent] I'm from, city to city, to show up to show See me I be grinding across the globe I hustle hard to get the grip fa'sho So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone Tell me, what's on your mind when you alone I have you touching on yaself, girl all in the zone Now if I turned you on With things I say, would I be wrong? Then I don't wanna be right Matter of fact, I'd be on the next flight Trying to get it on with you tonight Do the things you like Touch the right spot, have ya piping hot While the wind blow through ya hair in the drop Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex And let me do what I do until you climax You can go straight to sleep after it's all over In the morning, roll over and we can start over [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah, I called just to say "Hope you're having a ni | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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