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50 Cent Lyrics

21 Questions
A Hustler's Ambition
A Little Bit of Everything U.T.P.
Best Friend
Build You Up
Candy Shop
Disco Inferno
Don't Push Me
Get In My Car
Ghetto Quran
High All the Time
How We Do Ft. Game
If I Can't
In Da Club
Many Men (Remix) feat. Berma
Outta Control
Outta Control (Remix)
P.I.M.P.
Patiently Waiting
Piggy Bank
So Amazing
So Seductive
Soldier
Wanksta
Window Shopper

21 Questions

f/ Nate Dogg

[50 Cent]
New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

[50 Cent]
If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like
some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?
And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

[50 Cent]
Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
We only humans girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

A Hustler's Ambition

Like the fire that needs the air, I won't burn unless you're there

I need you, I need you to hate, so I can use you for your energy, you know, it's real shit, feal this.

America's got a thing for this gangsta shit, they love me, black chucker's, black skully, leather pelle-pelle, I 'd take spit over raymo's shit, im a phantom, got that silver duct-tape on my tre-eight handle, the woman in my life bring confusion and shit, so like Nino in New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch" look at me, this is the life I chose, niggaz around me so cold, man my heart done froze, I built an empire on the low, the narcs don't know, Im the weather man, I take that coco leaf and make that snow, sit back, watch ya turn that doe, watch it go, out the door, O after O, ya know, homie Im just tripple beam dreamin', niggaz be scheamin, Im fina' live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin, conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see, the penetentary is definatly out of the question for me

(Chorus)

I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle, nigga you get in my way while im tryin to get mine, and I'll buck you
I don't care who you run with or where you're from, nigga f**k you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

I don't know shit about gymnastics, I summer-sault bricks, black tallons start flyin when a nigga flip, I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't f**k with me, man my kobes call me chef boyar 50, check my logic, smoker's don't like seeds in their weed, shit, send me them seeds, I'll grow em what they need, then make chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic, and I'm sellin em for $500 a pop goddamit, I sell anything, I'm a hustla, I know how to grind, step on grapes, put it in water and tell you it's wine, if you analyze me, what you will find, is the DNA of a crook, and what goes on in my mind, is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds mylatic, if rap was on the block or at the spot I'd be that potent product, now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key, and you can locate me, where ever that doe be, gettin money man!

I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle, nigga you get in my way while im tryin to get mine, and I'll buck you
I don't care who you run with or where you're from, nigga f**k you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

It's a hustla's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision, mossberg pumpin, shotgun thumpin, the drama means nothin, it's part of the game, catch me in the coop switchin lanes or in the jewler's switchin chains, I upgraded from 30-Bs to clean Vs, rocks that I copped, with procedes from the spot, I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenelin, play the curb and get nautious, watchin the spinners spin, I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state, now I can invite your ass out to my estate, them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape, pour crystal in the blender, make a protien shake, I'm like the east coast's number one playboy B, Hugh Hefner, I'll tell ya, he ain't got shit on me, the feds watch me, icy they can't stop me, racist's pointin' at me "look at Niggarace(Nigga-ratchy)" Hello?

I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle, nigga you get in my way while im tryin to get mine, and I'll buck you
I don't care who you run with or where you're from, nigga f**k you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

A Little Bit of Everything U.T.P.

f/ Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (G-Unit) & Juvenile, Skip, Young Buck (U.T.P.)

[Skip]
Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all
You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all

[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal

[Chorus] - 2X
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine
A little bit of ecstacy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit a everything

[Young Buck]
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles
Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga

[Lloyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser
And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and still on the run

[Chorus]

[Juvenile]
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skills, I get your some more
My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, play us awful hard

[50 Cent]
My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme
745i clean, this little shell nigga, f**k a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a f**k
Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck
With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya

Best Friend

Build You Up

Yea uh huh
I like the way that feel )

[Hook]
I build you up ,but
If eva I fall down
and I need you to pick me up
Promise me you be around
hold me down
I build you up

[Verse 1]
Listen if you let me, I'll be the reason you shine
It's a secret, I want the world to know dat you mine
But on sum real shit, communications could be betta
So I'm writin this song instead of a love Letter.
They gon play it on da radio a hundred times a day
I figure, when you hear it, you gon stop and think of me
I wanna get to know you, 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 dat I'm special
Not rap, I mean me, dat I'm special
You know they say diamonds are a girls best friend
Precious stones, could you put me before them
If so, I'll see to it dat they'll always around
Nothin but da best, now how does dat sound
If I drop a jewel when we talk, you can keep it
Girl you on my mind all da time, dat's a secret shhhh

[Chorus] (Jamie Foxx)
Baby I build you up
Girl IF I, HAVE A show, I'D have you by my side
Girl I bulid you up
Girl I need to know fa sho, you mine
(2x)

[Verse 2]
I think about you thinkin dat you feel da same way
Was it just my imagination, again runnin away
If you ready to ride, girl come on, lets roll
G5,5 how I fly, ma let's go
It was hard to measure da pleasure of havin you in my presence
Ya smile makes me smile, I show you my style
We can shop a lil bit, I'll pick out sum shit
One pair at a time, till ya shoe game sick
Now who knows, what the future holds
We be together prolly, for betta or worse
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'll b ya buddy in bed, lemme b yo best friend
Girl it's more then lust, I want ya trust
You keep it real wit me, I keep it real witchu
Cuz I know witchu by my side, there's nothin I can't do

[Chorus]
Baby I build you up
Girl IF I, HAVE A show, I'D have you by my side
Girl I bulid you up
Girl I need to know fa sho, you mine
When you up when you down
If you smile, if you frown
I'll b witchu baby
La La La..................
(2x)

Candy Shop

Intro: 50 Cent
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

Chorus:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

Verse 1: 50 Cent
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll 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 teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

Chorus:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

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 (oh yeah)

Verse 2: 50 Cent
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch 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
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

Chorus 2x:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

Disco Inferno

1, 2, 3, LETS GO
little mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead- put ya back into it,
Do your thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake...shh..shh..shake that ass girl (x2)

[Verse 1]
Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.
The flow sounds sicker over Dre' drums nigga,
I ain't stupid - I see Doc and my dope come quicker.
Whoa!
Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves its so erotic, but watch - I'm gone bounce that ass girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here.
Oooohh.
I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood.
So gully, so grimey, what's good?
I shot the benz on Dubbs,
I'm in the club wit the snubs - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'.
Uuuhhh.

[Hook x2]
little ak
show me how you move it,
Go ahead- put ya back into it,
Do your thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. ..shh..shh..shake that ass girl.

[Verse 2]
Let's party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let's party, everybody bounce with me.
Sip champagne, and burn a little greenery.
This hot.
Disco Inferno, let's go.
You are now rockin with ak
pro.
I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.
Get my drink on then get on the dance floor.whoah
Look homie I don't dance all I do is this.
It's the same 2-step with a lil' twist.
Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.
You mix a lil' Cris with a little Don Perignon.
And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on.
Hollerin' at these shorties in da club tryin' to get right,
we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.

[Hook x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead- put ya back into it,
Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake...shh..shh..shake that ass girl.

[Verse 3]
You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'.
Uh-huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes.
U see me rollin, you know wot I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah.
N*gga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya 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, ok let's go!

[Hook x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it,Go Ahead- put ya back into it,
Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake...Shake..shh..shh..shake that ass girl.

Don't Push Me

f/ Eminem, Lloyd Banks (G-Unit)

[50 Cent]
I need you to pray for me (and)
I need you to care for me (and)
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been

Flows, bones, crushin', it's nothin'
I come up with somethin'
Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin'
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinnin'
Haters hate that I'm winnin'
Man I've been hot from the beginnin'
Motherf**kers envy the kid, control your jealousy
'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fittin' to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it poppin'
Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot), you know I ain't stoppin'
Till my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or f**k with
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin', still locin'
what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

[Lloyd Banks]
I cross my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry
To young to understand, the consequences of a man
Livin' a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas
'Cause they frontin' 20 years, of watching my mama's tears
Got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bomb, cause I need it
These niggas don't want me ballin', they want me buried
Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
Layin' your bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
'Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels, gonna call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lying, bounty killers got me flyin'
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm runnin' from nothin', my stomach is touchin'
What I'm clutchin', to give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder, so I'm bolder
And it's either soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier

[Chorus 2X]

[Eminem]
These are my ideas
This is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears
This is me, who's got to be
What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy
Man these teenie boopers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
Frontin' like it's all fun and games, 'til they shot up bang
When you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playin'
Ain't sayin' we ain't layin' down at night and ain't prayin'
I bullied my way in this game, man I'm done playin'
Man I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin'
I'm a start layin' into these motherf**kering cocksuckers
There's no way I'm back down, like a god damn coward
I can't, how would I look as man, bowing to his knees
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You want to see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start, showing you f**kin' old farts,
A whole other side, I wanted to not show you
So you know you're not dealing with some f**kin' marshmallow, little soft yellow
Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause

Get In My Car

[Intro]
Uh huhhh.....Yeah.....Uh huhhh....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
Motherf**kas freeze up when I come through
Mac 10 32 shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up
But I don�t f**k wit you niggas
My rap money slow up
I run up on u niggas
Im on the edge
Im just waiting on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap
What u lookin at pussy?
We aint buddys, we aint partners, and we damn sure aint friends
Some 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 im a playa til the motherf**kin end[gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car(bitch get in)
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton spokes
and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 2]
dont tell me you dont know that uhh
i'm the shiiit
Man you betta watch your gurl, man
I leave with your bitch
I aint standing these hoes, man Im about my paper
If your bitch really bout it, nigga im gon' take her
Back seat of my jeep
f**k til I f**k 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 f**k with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spend her life savings in a day cause she likes me
Commitment for me?
Ah,nah, not likely
When I with Vivica
I Thought I was onto somethin
But then the next week, nah man it was nothing[gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car(bitch get in)
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton spokes
and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul
The eyes neva lie
They bloodshot red
Its ganja in my system im high
First its pain when you lust for my love
Then it�s smooth and calm
Feel the rush like the needles in your arm
It�s a cold world baby girl
Lovin me is not enough
Find out when you f**kin 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 mouth's full baby huh?
My conversation's so deep
I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin
Turnin over and im in your bed[gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pick up lines I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car(bitch get in)
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton spokes
and when I open that door
Bitch get in my car

[Outro]
Quit playin bitch get in
you know ya wanna ride wit a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G Unit
[gunshots]

Ghetto Quran

(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time

(Chorus)
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthaf**kas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was the business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
His hair'll get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
Then roll an Easy Rider and then get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out like
that?
Rumors in the hood was jus was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
f**kin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks

(Chorus)

That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, whats she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie Vuttuon interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asians
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion

(Chorus)

Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Bennyhannas heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanrence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will

(Chorus)

High All the Time

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?

Nigga, ready or not, here i come, come, come...

How We Do Ft. Game

[Hook - 50 Cent]
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

[Verse I - Game]
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Chrome hydrolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt

[Verse II - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
Cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the f**k out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Woozy ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

[Hook]

[Verse III - Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mayn, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)

[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em' came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
f**k 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
[Game]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf**ker, crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggaz like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin I'm a punk
Get your f**kin head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
[50 Cent]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On crack I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)

If I Can't

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it , homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and run rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sittin low-pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW,IM LOCO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT!(yeah) We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT!(yeah) Muthaf**ka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"

(DR DRE) It's a wrap, nigga

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers
Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
f**k it

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

If I can't do it, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha

In Da Club

[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a f**k
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got what u need if you into feelin buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 NINES in the club
Niggas heard I f**k with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna f**k
But homie ain't nothing changed HOES down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt HEY nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp (im aight)
In the hood in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want 'EM to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
(OK)

[Chorus] (2x)

[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the DOUGH
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up and I ain't change

[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my JOINT get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherf**ker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If niggas hate then let 'em hate
Then watch the money pile up
Or we go upside YO HEAD wit a bottle of bub
You know where we f**king be

[Chorus] (2x)

[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act like you don't know where we BE NEITHER nigga
We in the club all the time nigga, IT'S A PROBLEM pop off nigga
G unit

Many Men (Remix) feat. Berma

[50 Cent & Berma]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for f**king with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherf**ker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
[Berma]
So many bitches don’t like me cuz I don’t
gotta get on my knees to make a couple more G’s
I left the hood so when you talk about me but
I ain’t too far, to come back and lay your ass on the streets
See, I don’t think they understand you can’t interrupt god’s plans
So stop f**king wit me cuz Im not that type of bitch.
So I'll fill your brain with every in this clip so stop f**king with me.
(Rap)
You betta watch what you say when you talk about me
I ain’t fox, not kim, not eve. I’m fully capable of burn all three
I’m a threat to this game, like a deadly disease
I’m the reason why these broads is about to go bankrupt
They coppin minx and jewels I was stacking the cake up
I’m 19 now and I’m goin on 20 and I’ll be damned if
Berma walks around wit her pockets empty
I from the dark part of the ghetto
I been through hunger Let’s pretend
I’m death comin and I got your number.
I put you in your grave where the good ones slumber
Everybody in the hood knows I’m the new
world wonder I’m a young chic doing it,
shittin on haft these hoes.
Everything I spit sounds so supernatural
And broads wanna hate and I laugh at those
Cuz Berma flip the script and turn
around and clap a hoe
[50 cent & Bermam]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Outta Control

Outta Control (Remix)

(feat. Mobb Deep)

[Intro: Havoc (50 Cent)]
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)

[50 Cent:]
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok (Trust me man it's ok)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house they like oh no
50 got 'em lookin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block pumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love, let's go!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep f**kin with 50 it din`t make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for miles
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherf**kin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the back seats

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
quit playin' turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

P.I.M.P.

(Chorus)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherf**king P-I-M-P
(Repeat)

(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in da club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You f**king with me, you f**king with a P-I-M-P

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you f**king with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

(Chorus)

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
i aint gotta slow down for u to catch up, BITCH, hahaha yeah

Patiently Waiting

f/ Eminem

Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
I, I owe you for this one

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a f**kin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

[50 Cent]
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined
Shit I ain't even got to try to shine
God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?
I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel
Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again
These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Eminem]
You've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm Once you lay on the table they operatin to save you
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above

They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into f**kin mayhem, you stayin wit me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you
When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the messege? Am I gettin through to you?
You know what's comin, you motherf**kers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the f**k do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Them cowards f**ked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers
There's nothin spookier
Ya now about to witness the power of f**kin fifty

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
It's the Gun Squad here and I hear all the shots go off
It's fifty, they say it's fifty
See a nigga layed out wit his f**kin top blown off
It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty
Don't holla my name

You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth
Cause I'll break yo face
Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake
You goin �gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya
Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper
Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey
I f**ked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey
I'm down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in ninety four, �We don't love them hoes?
I got pennies for my thoughts now I'm rich
See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six
Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes
Mother f**ker

Piggy Bank

Chorus:
Clickety-clank, clickety-clank
The money goes into my piggy, bank
Clickety-clank, Clickety-clank
The money goes into my piggy, bank

[Hook]
I'll get at you
my knife cut ya skin
I'll get at you
blew shots at ya man
I'll get at you
2pac I dont pretend
I'll get at you
I'll put that to an end

Verse 1:
That shit is old, dont be screamin Get At me dawg
Have you runnin for ya life when I match ya boy,
I get to wavin that semi like its regal,
a lil' nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle,
you know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
I'll clap yo monkey ass, yea black on black crime.
Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine. I'm in da hood, in da drop tephlan vinyl top
got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I dont hear no shots?
that fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "in the club",
My shit sold 11 mill', his shit was a dud.
Jada don't f**k wit me if u wanna eat,
cause I'll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep.
Yea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals,
but thats only New York dog, yo ass is local.

Chorus)

[Bridge]
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, yea get more money, more money
yea, yea, yea get more money, more money
yea, yea, yea get more money, more money

Verse 2:
Banks his shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game's shit sells,Im rich as hell.
Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell,
he dont want it wit me, he in D.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, im in room 203
freak bitch look like kim, before the surgery
its an emergency, on Michael Jackson, see
you'll pinch her and say she looks like me,
Kelis say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm.
Im way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz,
First thing they say about u, you's a sucka for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots,
After ya next move, I'll give ya what I got. (YEEAH)

[Chorus]
Clickety-clank, Clickety-clank
The money goes into my piggy, bank
Clickety-clank,Clickety-clank
The money goes into my piggy, bank

[Bridge]
yea,yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, yea get more money, more money
yea, yea, yea get more money, more money
yea, yea, yea get more money, more money

[Hook 2]
I'll 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 fo' real
I'll get at you
You'll get your ass killed

YEAH YEAAA! HAHAHA, Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin now man
all the shoot em up shit ya'll be talkin...
you gotta do somethin baby!
I mean, I mean come on man.. everybody's listenin!
nigga, everybody listenin!
hahahaha, I know you aint gonna just let 50 do you like that!
I mean, damn, rep' yo' hood nigga!
nigga you heard, right? Pop off!
Yayo, get mobbs of them niggaz on the phone
Tell niggaz I said grip up
Niggaz got a green light on these monkeys
Hahahahaha!

So Amazing

[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I'm from city to city to shop the show
See me I been glidin' across the globe
I hustle hard to get the grib fa sho'
So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
Tell me, whats on your mind when you're alone
Have ya touchin' on yourself, girl all in the zone
Now if I turned you on
with things I say would I be wrong
Well then I wouldn't be right
Matter fact I'd be on the next flight
Tryna get it on with you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot, have ya piped and hot
While the wind blow through your hair in the drop
Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sax
And let me to what I do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after its all over
In the mornin' roll over and we can start over

[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Yeah I called just to say hope you havin' a nice day
You're special, I get into you, oops I mean I'm into you
Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you
Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie
Better yet to watch you climb into the jacuzzi
Bubbles in the bath, don in the glass
Funny how time flies when you full of laughs
Its fun but before long, a nigga gotta dash
For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash
To come quick, so I don't f**k with the stash
I know you like pumps and boots
I like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme some loot
I put a spell on you, I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom, workin' it well, I don't kiss and tell
But I don't care if you kiss and tell
You can tell your girlfriend the details

[Chorus x2- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby (you're my baby)

So Seductive

[TONY YAYO:]
Aww nigga do you know what this is
One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!)
Aww nigga do you know who you with
It's tony yayo up in this bitch
Got them german lugers with them hollow tips
Sixteen shot rugers with an extra clip

[50 CENT:]
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 a flashy as a f**k my jewels is sick
From a block away you can see the kid
Dont front mothaf**ka you know my style
I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal
On the low shorty gotta thing for the kid
And you know im fittin to take her back to the crib
Here we go imma show her how a playa live
At the door i tell her to take her clothes off...shit

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[TONY YAYO:]
I put the g in g-unit baby i got game
Heady bo good to go and i dont know your name
Is it the wheels on the hot car meals from the shark 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
We goin to the telly and you gettin popped off
I cant stop thinkin of the things you do
When your freakin me and im freakin you
I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare
Baby let me fly you in my leer
Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby
Its past my curfew but parole don't know
Tear up the club dont call my p.o.

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[TONY YAYO:]
My waves be spinnin my charm be amazing women
You know them black and them white and the asian women
Lets cut the small talk you know why i approached you
I can't stand when a dime act anti-social
Gucci,lip gloss,louis vutton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost an arm
Yayos a don my car european
You got mirrors in your pants cause i can see me in um
Listen i piss out cris inhale haze
In the Marriot gettin 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 star
Dont blame it on dave that I'm all iced out
Cause 50 got me rich so the bar priced out

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn around and tell her lets do it again

Soldier

Wanksta

Whooo
Yeah
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Let's make it

You said you were a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
We said you were a Wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine,
You ain't no kind of mine,
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with the nine
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
I'm f**king with they mind
I make them press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three to nine
If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

(chorus times 2)
You said you were a gangsta
But you neva pop nothin'
We said you were a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you never cop nothin'
You been hustlin' a long time
And you ain't got nothin'

Damn homie, in highschool you was the man, homie
What the f**k happened you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once then deada, I know I can do betta'
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We're in the club doing the same old two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

(chorus times 2)

Me I'm no mobsta', me I'm no gangsta'
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
Me I'm no wanksta', me I'm no acta'
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin' they gonna murk 50, how?
You ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about pk's and Ak 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and infra beams, huh

(chorus times 2)
A-ha
Damn homie

Window Shopper

[50 Cent]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better

[Chorus: 50 Cent
Ja youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nas youse a window shopper
Mad as f**k when you see me ride by

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggaz get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't gon' for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done f**ked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggaz better act right
When we got the tops...down you can hear the systems thump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ja youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nas youse a window shopper
Mad as f**k when you see me ride by

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggaz love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mang
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mayne
Listen mayne, shit...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang
Homey I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit mayne, the store owner watchin' you
Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ja youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nas youse a window shopper
Mad as f**k when you see me ride by