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"Surrounded By Hoes" [Chorus: repeat 2X] Everywhere I'm at everywhere I go, I stay surrounded by hoes Even when I'm tryin to be on the low, I'm recognized by hoes Man, its gotta be cause of the dough, its got to be cause of the dough Cause the game sure wasn't like this before, it wasn't like this before [Verse One] 50 Cent I'm makin hits now Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the ###### now Some ###### changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow You should see how they react when I come through the door In the club my niggaz, we fittin to ball out Drink till we fall out Some ###### jump off, nigga we goin all out Shots big enough to tear the ###### wall out I'll have your punk ###### on the dance floor tryin to crawl out I had bad luck, then my luck changed up You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'm makin a killin These other rap niggaz just catching feelings [Chorus] Haha, yeah Yeah that's it nigga, what the ###### you thought I ain't giving niggaz more than 16 for a ###### freestyle The ###### you want for free man Ya'll niggaz be wanting a lot for free man ###### them other niggaz, other niggaz can't rap That's why they give you 100 ###### bars for nothing man You know what I mean ###### that ###### man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night Haha, the ###### man Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork We work hard nigga 50 Cent

"50/Banks" (*Starts off with the beat of Tweet's "Call Me," then changes over to Bubba Sparxxx & Jadakiss' "They Ain't Ready") [intro - 50 Cent talking] Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready I don't know If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already Now here we go (*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman) (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman) [50 Cent - Verse 1] 50, lefty, no gun in my right palm Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah) Get shot down, I get up, shakin' ###### off You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh) Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or gangsta ######, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh) Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god ######) I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up You, you ain't got what it takes to ######' get up Holla niggaz names on records, that ###### is played out But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out [50 Cent - Chorus 2] My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy I don't know If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already Now here we go [Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks) I don't give a ###### if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot I'll celebrate his burial and eat at Haha (yeah) I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo) Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh) I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk Of course, you can ###### now, you was buyin' the shrimp then Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King (*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled) I'm runnin' from a digital Munster I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!) I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac ###### drop I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop ###### near the whole ###### passenger green Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking) Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah) I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team To me your line up is ######, three wet Pampers The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (###### dude) (*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*] *beat stops [Lloyd Banks] What the ###### happen to the rest of the beat man? (50 Cent laughing)

"Call Me" (feat. Hope & Tony Yayo) [Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me) (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna ###### (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna ###### [Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus] 50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh As we proceed, uh [50 Cent] (Tony Yayo) You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up) You didn't like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh) You didn't like the little things I do Just tryin to be close to you (c'mon, c'mon) Look I done changed up ######, I done came up My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga" With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga) When you disrespect me is where I draw the line You seen my artwork but you ain't seen me draw the nine Come through the hood, you'll get shot homey just cause I say so I'm the hottest ###### on this street, I don't do J Lo (here we go) [Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Hope] (Call me) Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?] (Call me) Girl you houndin me [Oh now I'm houndin you] (Call me) Why you harrasin me? [stop playin] I don't want alone time, I just wanna ###### (Call me) Why you naggin me? [Man you call me] (Call me) Girl you houndin me [Yeah whatever] (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna ###### [Tony Yayo - talking behind chorus] Uh huh, yeah [Hope] (Tony Yayo) I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up) No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh) No pies, no cake, couldn't get a crum nigga (crum nigga) ###### too fast, to quick to ###### nigga Now you wanna talk like you big ###### Like you found a better ######, wit a ###### this sick You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin? Cause when you's ###### wit Hope, baby girl you just ###### (c'mon) [Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Tony Yayo] (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna ###### [i just wanna ######] (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna ###### [Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of chorus] Yeah, um, YAYO! [Tony Yayo] Don't call me ######, don't be naggin me Cause the police thinkin 'bout baggin me (baggin me) You wanna call me on my cell, but don't got money for bail And you the main reason that I'm stuck in the jail You showed 'em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed 'em where the stash at (uh huh) Got a order of protection, no I'm doin five flat In my heart I thought you was the one "Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (######) [Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna ###### (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don't want alone time, I just wanna ###### [Tweet] Call me Call me

"Cutmaster C ######" [intro] New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) [gun ######] I said are you ready? (are you ready?) See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop [Verse 1] G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new I'm not that nigga, in your video I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes And niggas know I be, on the low But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro I'm not that nigga, that you think you know I walk around with a big four four You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door (What up ######) [Verse 2] Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah) Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo) Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled Back then niggas yousta call me boo In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew Country came around, ease it and clappin' then Country left, strange ###### started happenin' Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins Cory shot Drew, and we was friends Money turns boys into men The cycle never changes, ###### just starts again [Verse 3] Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back ###### 50 good to see you back in the hood You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels" I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin' I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today (oh yeah, let me hold somethin') Nigga you high or somethin' I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin' I got a few fifths, I got a few nines Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine [Outro - 50 Cent talking] Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it And don't get it back for me, nigga and no ###### like that In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha) Sit tight nigga I'm comin' You know, new ######, all this ###### I put out on the mixtapes Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD! My ###### is so hot right now, I'm in a zone

"A Little Bit Of Everything U.T.P. " [bun B] 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 ya'll You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll And only cause my man heard of ya'll Other than that, ######, ya'll 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 (uh huh), 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'll 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 ###### want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything [Pimp C] I put the two mags, up to your do-rag And rock a by 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'll Make a nigga wooble and we be screamin' call my people We got these fiends goin' liters, and they shootin' needles We could be takin' your connection, cause we got it cheaper ###### 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, niggas [Lloyd Banks] Ya if I put a dress code all black, non-Howells 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] [Too $hort] Order what you want, you want dope, you want coke Order what you want, you want X, you want dro ###### you got beef, I got a tec and a 4 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 off a hard [50 Cent] My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme 745 I clean, these lil' shell nigga ###### 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 ###### Better teach that ######, and that little nigga to duck With a P-90 Roger, I put shots all through ya If you survive you gonna feel what talent, do to ya [Chorus]

"Clue / 50" Yeah nigga We gonna smoke this ###### right here, right We gonna smoke this ###### And I'ma drink a lot a water And I'ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out I'm smoking this ######, aight? Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance Frankie cut crack Lance hold the Mac If fiends ###### with Frankie's pac's Lance cut the crack heads blocked up Thought he was locked up Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth Coupe missin the roof He like "What up, 50?" I'm like "What up with you" Lance had a reputation that was well earned Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn Out there in Red Firm At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack I'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back" Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook I don't give a ###### who he shot out in Red Hook Asked him about ?? Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for seven grand (######' crazy) The man was crazy I could tell by his look Cause he looked the way I look When I look for a jooks ###### ###### Teamwork, work hard nigga 50 cent Rotten Apple G-UNIT Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo, nigga Hey what up, nigga You ######' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2 Get the ###### out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga Shoot that nigga, 50!

"Tony Yayo Explosion"(feat. Tony Yayo) [50 Cent] Yeah, F-50 [Chorus - 50 Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot ###### with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my knife, I'll have yo ###### seein' out one eye As times go by, I twist a lot ###### with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah) But my knife, I'll have yo ###### seein' out one eye [Verse 1 - Tony Yayo] 740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh) Got me ######' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah) See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo) Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh) Or 1 to 3, for an extra G RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture me trick, and take a loss I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome 9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, you don't know a ######' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a ######' clique liver) [Chorus] As times go by, I twist a lot ###### with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah) You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh) But my knife, I'll have yo ###### seein' out one eye (eye) As times go by, I twist a lot ###### with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my knife, I'll have yo ###### seein' out one eye [Verse 2 - Tony Yayo] I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh) These chips, make relationships come to an end (what) I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh) And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon) 250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate) Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate) You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh) I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice) Allow myself, to introduce myself This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp) And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah) And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one Never gotta borrow a handgun Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah) Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo) Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh) And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what) ######, I sell bricks, ######, I sell ###### on a stick (stick) Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh) The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged) Don't be surprised, If I spit at you Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes" I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts WHAT!

"Got Me A Bottle" [Chorus] We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do Long as I can spend the whole night with you Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle) Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle) Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle) Absolut shorty (got me a bottle) Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle) Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle) E&J sippin' (got me a bottle) Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle) [Lloyd Banks] I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi Wit' a model at a party I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag Your performance will determine the price See if you ######' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah [Chorus] [50 Cent] I don't ###### wit' scurry ###### niggas That ain't got a care in the world I'm fin' to drink this ###### right here till I hurl Admit it, I'm that ######' nigga you lovin' New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern What ######, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin' Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the ###### are you thinkin' I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man If I smack you in your face you get funny man Ha ha [Chorus]

"G-Unit Soldiers" [Tony Yayo] Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [50 Cent] Yea...Niggas salute me Uh huh [Tony Yayo] We takin over this ###### (50 Cent) Yo [Tony Yayo] G Unitttt [50 Cent] G Unit soliders (gun ######) Ride out [Tony Yayo] Whatcha say whatcha say? [50 Cent] G Unit solider (gun ######) Ride out [Lloyd Banks] Yea...Yea... I'm from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks) We gamble on ball courts Keep the paint peelin You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin I'm stuck in the past ###### changed since the 80s (What) I know ladies, that got babies wit babies Out here its basketball and speedbags And guns that'll stiffin you up like freeze tag [Tony Yayo] You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up And walk around town wit your whole ###### re-up (Yayo) Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top While I'm ridin on 20s in the juky drop top So never show love wit ya left hand You'll lose 5 liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on) [50 Cent] G Unit soliders (gun ######) Ride out G Unit solider (gun ######) Ride out [Tony Yayo] Home of the new right here [50 Cent] G Unit soliders (gun ######) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun ######) Ride out [Lloyd Banks] Nigga...Nigga Niggas know I'm hot But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh) Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on) I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt) I aint straight I'm livin where its hot and sandy And the Benz's complexion is cotton candy I bounced up, thats the best part You niggas don't know what pain is The only scar on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark) [Tony Yayo] Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open Cause it's liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else) Listen homie We got AKs and Remintons For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball So if you see me in the club I'm in the bathroom stall Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night She got a georgous neck the way she toss this ###### [50 Cent] G Unit soliders (gun ######) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun ######) Ride out [Tony Yayo] 50 whatcha say?? [50 Cent] G Unit soliders (gun ######) Ride out G Unit soliders (gun ######) Ride out [Lloyd Banks talking over beat] Yea...G Unit man.. We runnin the streets man We takin this rap ###### over man This serious man its more then rap nigga Mention this nigga 50 name nigga I'm blowin niggas brains out nigga Thats my nigga right there Yea...it aint a game no more Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks Same go for them nigga Blow ya ###### head off nigga G Unit klick My nigga Proav L Yea..he..the whole ###### hood 134 nigga We got yall nigga Yea...uh..uh

"Just ######' Around" [50 Cent] You can hum all you want to ###### all you want to But I ain't gon' want you If nobody wants you You like the smiles n the dimples on my face ###### that's a bullet wound I ain't MASE! 50 Cent skip the bullshit, you ######' tonight I got some dro, got some henny We can go and get right I ain't never been arrested for nothing domestic But I ain't gon' lie I'll punch a ###### in the eye Look, don't play games with me baby The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy Come on give me some ###### girl... WHAT UP! I don't wanna make love I just wanna ###### I'm only in town tonight If you give me some head Tony, give you some head A'ight Cause I ain't giving you no head, ###### Tony, Tony be on that freaky ###### My nigga Tony give you some ###### head though Nada Mean That's why the ###### love Tony, Ha Ha Alright now, Sha let's get to some hard ######! [beat Changes] [50 Cent] If I make it to heaven I'll probably be in the ###### lonely Walk around saying, 'Everybody in hell know me' You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies You probably thinking how he get there That nigga my coatie The weather in hell is kinda hot You know like the block I heard it really burns Homie, you know like a shot That's alright for me ###### Cause Im in the drop Drive around heavy Tryna find BIG and PAC Niggaz think when they die All they problems stop You die in jail, and wake up in hell Still on lock Imagine if you stole something and you got shot Wake up holdin' your head, still shot Niggaz don' died of AIDS You know the dirty ###### Wake up in hell ###### Fidna ###### the same ###### ###### Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH The only nigga hotter than me Dead already nigga I know what you thinkin You thinkin that's it Yeah nigga let's just keep it short and sweet You know!

"Whoo Kid Kayslay ######!" [intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background] Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high Yo, yo this is some bomb ###### right here man 50 can't even smoke this ###### (ah haha, haha) [Verse 1] I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me ###### in a cup Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll ###### you up I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches in yo grill ######, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo) I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh) You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole Let's go, let's flow nigga [Chorus - Singing - 2X] War, what is it good for absolutely nothin' But niggas keep frontin' ###### a nigga, live like a soldier Die like a soldier [Outro - Talking] War, state of mercy nigga You see me pop off nigga Ain't no peace talk, ###### ###### nigga Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah) You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid 50 Cent, new ###### My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple" And nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga Uh huh, ya heard

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

"Bump Dat Street Mix" [Tony Yayo] New ###### Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon [HOOK: 50 Cent] Bump Dat Niggas try to stunt on my click Then when I get on that ###### I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg No shell in the head Before you put in work, you gotta pump that You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin fun with it 50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat [50 Cent] My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop" Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot" Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock? Show 'em the clip Show 'em the beam Show 'em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, ######, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang G-UNIT ######, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance I don't throw gang signs But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine Think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man Cause Lethal ain't never seen Blaco comin' But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin? And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs And leave you flat your back BRRAT Take that [HOOK] [Tony Yayo] I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma Ice so blind it give your ###### glaucoma Its hard to live, but its easy to die So I'm going through life lookin death in the eye These rappers ain't gun slingers They R&B singers G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas Minimum wage ain't gonna pay the rent Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print And this ###### right here for the listeners pleasure I'm still on the strip with the fifth and my ever Its T-O-N-Y Stay with a semi Milk your crack spot - till the ###### be bone dry You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger When the D's come around, I'ma swallow my crack ###### the work out later, and hit 'em with that If it's a direct sale I'ma change the bill Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille Look nigga we icey thugs We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves [HOOK] [Tony Yayo] Just havin fun with this rap ######, man It never stops My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street? And y'all ain't even hear the new ###### Just keep goin' and goin' and goin' ######' Duracell Battery It never stops Word up G-Unit Sha Money XL

Album : 50 Cent Is The Future, 2002 >>> 5O CeNt "U Should Be Here" [intro] YEAH!, (yeah), your rockin' wit the toast of New York Tony Yayo (Tony Yayo), Lloyd Banks (Lloyd Banks), 50 Cent (50 Cent) G-UNIT (G-Unit), and here we go! [50 Cent - Singing (Male voice)] You should be here wit me ###### You should come and make me rich Girl you know you need a pimp Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy) You should be here wit me ###### (ew, ew, girl) Girl you know you drive me crazy ######, (you should be here) [50 Cent - Verse 1 (w/male voices)] Bright and early in the mornin' come up short with my money And for sure I'll kick your ###### ###### (what you say) (You should be here) You ######' with them other niggaz But you know you love the niggaz, switch to a pimp ###### (######) (You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm "throwin them bows" (You should be here) Right here next to me Girl I know you tired of ######' for free (WOO, Sing along) [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] (You should be girl) You should be that ###### that come, everytime I call (You should be girl) You should be down on your knees, tryin' to break me off (uh huh, uh huh) (You should be girl) You should be that ######, that buy me ###### all the time (Well I wish you were) You should be my bottom ######, out on the grind (you should be here) [Verse to - Lloyd Banks] Bust in your ######, winter, spring, or summer I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho (Lloyd Banks) (You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner Niggaz knows, what, you up on 'em sinners, no (Hell no) (You should be here) Walkin' the track, Grain Hill, sleeves, snow Anythinh to speed up the process of the cash flow (gotta get that money man) (You should be here) Catchin' a date, and breakin'll keep me straight Even if you gotta take it in the ###### ho (you take it in the ######) [Chorus 1- 50 Cent] (You should be here) You should be that ###### that come (uh huh) Everytime I call (I told ya'll ######) (You should be here) You should be down on your knees Tryin' to break me off (You should be) You should be that ######, that buy me ###### all the time (Yo, 50 get on that 50 ###### one time, my nigga) You should be that bottom ######, out on the grind [Verse 3 - 50 Cent] Uh, yeah, (you should be here) Look, I don't really need you, I get my dough, ###### I got some Coupe's, I got some jeeps, I got some mo' ###### (You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos (uh huh) I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels (You should be here) I'm internationally known, man everybody know me Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie (You should be here) But you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C © Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP (yeah) [Chorus to - Male voice singing] (You should be), you should be here with me babe You should be here with me babe (You should be) Girl you know you drive me (sing along) Girl you know you drive me crazy (You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl) (Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe You should be here [Outro - Man from intro, talking] I told ya'll ###### G-UNIT is takin' over this ###### man (takin' over this ###### man) (You should be here) We run the hood and we run these ######' offices (and we run these ######' offices) Ya'll be wiling if (you should be here) If ya'll hear (hear), the ######' (######') Chase these crackers that's cuttin' us right now (You should be here) Man you still local I'm out the hood man (I'm out the hood man) (c'mon) [Chorus 2]

"In Da Hood" (feat. Brooklyn) [Chorus: Brooklyn] I still be riding through the 'hood Brooklyn to Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should [50 Cent] I'm hot boy, I told you before Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up In The 'hood, empty niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy Niggas'll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady Got a pet bulldog, I keep under my linen It don't bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin' We winnin' [Chorus] [50 Cent] Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims God ######, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood a few times, niggas try to blast me in the 'hood ###### it's all good Catch me in the coupe - on the lean Wit' needles and samples and diesels for the fiends The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay wit' my nine I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth Talkin' gangsta and ######, with my gun in the house Now homie, you better get to know me better Before you be bleedin' pints of blood into Iceberg sweater When the tails come flyin' up out the beretta You gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say "Man I knew better" Look dogg, I don't play that ###### I pull that thing out I'ma spray that ###### That how I get down [brooklyn] Brooklyn she's so sick in the hood Got these fat ###### get the spit in the hood 'Cause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood That's what you get for talkin' all that ###### in the hood Yeah I'm still a minor, remember this Everything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya Brooklyn to Compton it's all good Get robbed, get shot, ###### is poppin' in the hood [Chorus - 2X]

"8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix)" (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) This rap ###### plays a major part IN my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a ###### at you tonight G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin' Swimmin' in barrels of money Ma could walk around wit' HER head up CAUSE HER AINT A dummy It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry I'm COMFY as hell, skatin' wit another nigga's money YOU LYIN YA ###### off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know what I came for, A PIECE OF DA GAME OR Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!) IM WIDE AWAKE, BUT IT STILL feels like I'm dreamin' Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen The physical presence of a femaleS, THE form of a demon That's why, I ###### 'em and leave 'em Get my nut while I'm breathin' 'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin' That's a thousand dollar outfit what the ###### is you rippin'? You trippin', ON records could get my ###### in position Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian Listen, I went through MAMA ###### in and out the kitchen With probable causeS, PAPA WAS IN AND out OF prison You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards [Tony Yayo] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Niggas hate when you do good But when you broke, your friends and your enemies They love you, they love you "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the traiN "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can SNIFF me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole ######' country Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane I'M smuggleD, I'm nothin' but trouble I'll make your money double Cook me in baking soda I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater YOU CAN Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards I'M tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!) [50 Cent] You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?) 'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you WHEN shells hit you, you screamin' Think I'm playin'? I mean it Man, I done bought all these pistols Lets get it poppin' Start to wavin' my M1, shell cases get TO droppin' (C'mon) IF DEATH IS 'ROUND the corner, I got too much pride to hide I'm outside, gun in my pocket, YOU stunTin' I'LL STOP IT I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you WANNA CONTEST US As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak SHALL parish I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain" Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game BALLIN' out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET Nigga you see me! I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back 'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust YA gat You ###### Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga They know you ######' frontin' nigga Talkin' THAT gangsta ###### on a record, I see you nigga Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga I'm in the middle of all kinds of ###### ######, lets get it poppin' G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!

Album : The New Breed ,2003>>>5o CENT "True Loyalty" [50 Cent]Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit yeah.. [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] There ain't ###### in this world deeper than loyalty and love (Except loyalty and love, between thugs) For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip (For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin) For you, there ain't a ###### thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ###### (For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight 'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate) Nigga for you, I kill a whole God ###### crew (Why?) 'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies How could you not love a Thug like me? [Chorus] Would you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (######, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (######, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] (Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack I'm the clip, you the gat I'm the glock, you the mac I'm the artist, you the trap I'm a pen, you the pad I'm the Dutch, you the bag I'm the knife, you the stab I'm the driver, you the Jag) I'm the ice, you the bezel I'm grimy, you ghetto I'm the bow, you the arrow I'm the shell, you the barrel I'm a pimp, you a player I'm dope, you the hustler I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow When you grind, it's Showtime at the Apollo ###### near every rapper gotta hide sixteen Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun ###### But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand You want sixteen bars, in song format Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha

U Heard Me [50 Cent] Uh huh...yea Verse 1 Shorty the Henny got me feeling right Ya heard me? My momma gone you could spend the night Ya heard me? I'm not playing I'm trying to ###### tonight Ya heard me? Clothes off face down ###### up c'mon Shorty you roll with the winners right Ya heard me? You see now me I got my money right Ya heard me? I'm tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play When you come around my way Ya heard me? You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome Ya heard me? You could get in but don't touch the phone Ya heard me? Money come money go I know But everytime I flow it's mo money fa sho Ya heard me? In the street niggas sayin I'm nice Ya heard me? Watch flooded no more room for ice Ya heard me? Niggas be on tv struttin' hard And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin' robbed Ya heard me? You might hear I get shot but I don't get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog [Chorus] You like it when I back that ###### up on you? [50 Cent] Ooh, baby I like it, I like it When I work that ######, that ###### [50 Cent] Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile And baby I like it, I like it [50 Cent] Everytime we dance you make it worth my while And baby I like it, I like it [Verse 2] Shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers and shot callers I wanna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? We rap now we rollin and I'm holdin' And I'm gonna make sure you hear me Ya heard me? I freak off with the video chicks Ya heard me? Sweatin' tracks out in back of the 6 Ya heard me? MTV they gonna play my hits Ya heard me? Even though I'm real ghetto and ###### Ya heard me? I got a g niggas shoot that ace Ya heard me? Your ###### bettin' I'm gonna cut your face Ya heard me? Last thing I need is to catch a new case I don't know nothing about them high heads but I sell base Ya heard me? The city boys trying to kill a kid Ya heard me? Shot me up in front of my crib Ya heard me? He had the drop I couldn't run from him Shot in the hand trying to take the ###### gun from him Ya heard me? Little homie saying "50 you tough" Ya heard me? 9 shots just wasn't enough Ya heard me? [Chorus] [Verse 3] Nigga you best be commin' up with my cash Ya heard me? Don't make me go and get the Gat out the stash Ya heard me? I'll come back and pop one in your ###### Ya heard me? Don't play wit the money, no not with the money Niggas get knocked when they start playing games Ya heard me? Stop telling the police my name Ya heard me? I don't mind givin chicks them tips Ya heard me? They let me play with then tits and hips Ya heard me? When I come through they know I'm a thug Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen's club Ya heard me? I rap but I'm still selling them o's Ya heard me? My man Mike still pimpin' them hoes Ya heard me? He said if the hoe knew better she'd come do better And make a pimp more chedder Ya heard me? [Chorus] [50 Cent] 50 make it crazy in the club I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me I come through niggas always show me love I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me Niggas want beef, y'all could see me in the street I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me

Doo ###### Freestyle Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin 50 cent, 9-9, ###### doo ###### Volume 3, take it however the ###### you wan' take it ###### ###### niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man ###### that, roll em over take that fellas pellet You ain't never heard a ###### spit like this Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac Now I'm sayin this ###### slow, so you don't miss it Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange You sit your 5-dollar ###### down, before I make change Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad Fresh out the jail, ###### is really real Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell 20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this Niggas know, I ain't never pressed for dough And niggas know, I don't serve nobody I don't know Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z. My man brought em to me, see he ain't really know b That it was hot, dude was a cop He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys Now we all co-de's, ###### man I O.D. You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic It's over I can't believe it, ###### it's over Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla Used to never get high, now I'm never sober 380-6 shot glock top load-up Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in your face I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long But it feel like a ###### marathon

Stretch Armstrong Freestyle (50 Cent) Uh, yeah, 50 Cent It's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga Take that, yo, aiyyo Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Ace and Jack ###### that, if I was you, I be scared of me too Yo Stretch, roll the weed, while I tell 'em what I need I need cream by the stacks, shells for the mac Rims for the 'Ac, and a ###### to blow her back I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats I need the police to chill, stay the ###### off my back See a nigga in a Benz, sway peddling crack I need a stash box son, so I could stash the gat I need a stadium light, to leave 'em blind as a bat Flipping from under my plate, while I'm running from Jake I'm making mistakes, look I need extra pace My man up north, need the new Stretch Mix Tape I'm physically fit, nah for real son I'm in shape I need that Beyonce ######, to take me out on a date Niggas follow my footsteps, 'cause everything I say, slick But I need y'all niggas, to get off my ###### My description in three words, real witty cat I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the ###### at What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 ######, Stretch Arm-Strong Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going down (*echoes*)

Whoo Kid Freestyle (50 Cent) Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin? I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga It's not safe around here as soon as the street lights G-Unit nigga {*random shout outs*} (50 cent and G-Unit) We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE Ain't no money sellin' coke... WE GON SELL DOPE Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X And if niggaz wont by the X... WE GON SELL TECS (Lloyd Banks) My advice for y'all niggaz is stop frontin 'Cause 50 say pop somethin', I'm gon pop somethin', what up? (50 Cent) Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip Get in the whip, it's a wrap (Lloyd Banks) Nah ###### that (50 Cent) Man, you done hit the nigga twice in the head, that's that Niggaz running with the steel out, now it's time to peel out (Lloyd Banks) 50 let me drive (50 Cent) Nah I got this, nigga chill out (Lloyd Banks) It'd be nice to get the niggaz ice, get it, give it back (50 Cent) Just get in the corner store cause it's full of them A-rabs They blowin' the ###### up like it's okay I got a bomb on my waist I'm Kamikaze (*laughing*) I dare Ds to get next to me (Lloyd Banks) Or a nigga to creep up and put a tec to me {*explosion*} Yeah, yeah that's it, it's a freestyle The ###### you want for free? ###### A-rabs just ran the planes into the ###### building Coke price went up 10 grand this ###### week

As The World Turns (50 Cent) uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money make the world go round, as the world turns Nigga I need money to main-tainn Hustalin aint a gamee Nigga go and gets the grainn Gon' get tore out the framee T.Vs in the Rangee I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc-ainee and Herio-anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought ###### stay the samee Nigga ###### gon' change Put a bullet in your brainn Nigga at close range Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your ###### chainn Aint nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg ###### get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee Crackers'll put ya in chains Box'll drive you insane Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain That whole loose? is ill You better crack the whip mang (Chorus - 50 Cent) A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no ###### dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ###### dead broke (broke) A pimp aint a pimp with no ###### hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no ###### dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ###### dead broke (broke) (50 Cent) I live Life in the fast lane Man I aint got nuttin ta lose Everythin a game Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee Nigga, you Go against the grain I'll make you Walk wit a cane now nigga now Who you gon' blamee When ###### aint the same Nigga nobody hears your namee You got down wit a gangg O thirty-one blood Ya'll niggas do your thang You got 2 felonies ###### it, go out wit a bangg Ya'll niggas wanna hangg Wit niggas that fitlthy rich They aint even got ta talk To take your ###### One look was all it took She seen the benz-o She seen them T.Vs And them big ol' chriz-omes A-yo the ###### useta bring you dough Useta be your bottom hoe Now your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate-az tryin me Hoes is a-bidein me Media ride me King a the underground So the streets is steady hide-in me Representin sure taste-az The yay keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide-in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort I gots ta break a bastards back Tore em up, get em ready ta port Put em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill Gorilla pimpin If I have ta mack ya wife then I will It's me and 50 Cent my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin ###### on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I'm on for million wit your pit, in the ###### that ###### true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even knoin Got you strippin and even hoe-in You dont wanna let the pro in the door This what we showin A pimp aint a pimp with no ###### hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no ###### dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ###### dead broke (broke) (Repeat) (50 Cent) Is your ###### your ###### or is your ###### mines? Is your ###### your ###### all the time? You done got your paper, now its time I get mines Except the serve and everything'll be fine ######! (50 Cent talking over beat) Runnin from pimpin...###### you need to run TO some pimpin Wit them cheap ###### payless shoes you got on hoe You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here Huh ######? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe? ###### get off the sidewalk and into the street ###### the sidewalk is for pimpin ######! (Fades)

Ghetto Qu'ran (Forgive Me) [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 muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped ###### The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't 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 Pat, how he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was ?? 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 ###### Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks [Chorus] That first verse is just a dose of the ###### 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 ######, with a pretty face, but 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 Patty 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 VaTonne 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 ######, he politic like the Asian 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, ###### 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 Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow don't kill you the Mac will [Chorus]

Corner Bodega [50 Cent] Aight, check this ###### out Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car I'm'a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam I could go Uptown and get this ###### for 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go I got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the ###### is the matter wit' ya Man? Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain't on no funny ###### I'm on some get this money ###### Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DA I sold dope in VA my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA I'll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case I'ma kill Guiliani It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes [Chorus - repeat 2X] NY ain't the same, it's OT playa you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man [50 - singing] Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around That means I copped and I went outta town You ###### know how I get down About my money man, about my money man

Who U Rep With [Verse 1 - Nas] Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias Various calls were made up for awarin' us The D's in the marked vans and cabs In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out. [Chorus] Yo them niggas that wanted beef before Don't want no beef no mo Now that they know who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! Who I rep with QB NIGGA!!! (repeat) [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me high Last rapper that raised his voice to me, got japped in da eye Now if I say I'm gone get you, I'ma get ya On da strength of da inf, from long range I can hit ya You find out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to stitch ya Peep how I use words to paint pictures Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten cents to got hit ya Look my name up in the law book, Curtis Jackson Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin' Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB ######, bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz, next ######, next bezel. It's that real. [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bravehearts] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz) Yo, aiyyo, who da ###### wanna war I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran off I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you I put four, QB rugged and raw I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Break ya'll clowns off Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket, I don't give a ###### who you be Millennium Thug, now who da ###### want it with me. I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da dark QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of gats Testin' macks at your bulletproof vests and hats. How bout that, guns bust off, I bust back When trucks backfire, I bust back How bout that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the Pussycats When we come around da front, stop. Uh huh, ya'll can't ###### around ya'll get dropped When guns pop, who's tellin' Twin barrel nines wavin' and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT Two-time felon, straight to da melon, straight to da dome Send a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so deep Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me weak Pullin' triggers at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up Wiz, Jungle and Horse shot your block up. [Chorus 2] Them niggas that wanted war before Don't want no war no mo Now that they know who I rep wit QB NIGGA!! Who I rep wit QB NIGGA!! (repeat)