! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 18, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 My Toy Soldier [intro- 50 Cent] You ready? OK let me wind you up Do it exactly the way i say do it man, these niggas are ######, you heard me? Get up nice and close (yeah!) [Chorus- 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my mu'###### toy Soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier I say it's on, then it's on Until ya life is over, ###### wit my Toy Soldier If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier [Verse 1: 50 Cent] This is so close, now follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin' They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em Here's what to do if you see him approach me, Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me. Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney Everytime I come around they call the police on me Thats why the D's in the precinct know me They know 'bout my rap ######, they know bout how i clap people I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne Mad as a ###### that I'm holdin See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man Hold me down [Chorus] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, ###### Every word out my mouth is felt That ?? I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ###### will melt Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich, gored, ya head all taped up niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Haha, my soldiers around in this, some ###### go down, and a nigga get laid down Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down Black tint on the Testarossa, Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla ###### You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin ###### Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla ###### We organize discipline, plus we militant [Chorus] [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] [Wierd intro by Yayo] I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's 50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract 50 grand, and 50 man [chorus] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 18, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Position Of Power [intro] Hahaha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha [50 Cent] Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill ya if you ###### with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww nigga don't trip You gon' make me get on some ###### Run up on you quick What up, you're whipped Aww nigga don't trip You gon' get ya monkey ###### hit Run in ya whip tryna ###### with my clique Aww nigga don't trip Case you didn't know who this is Its 50 Cent ######, G-Unit Aww nigga don't trip [Verse 1- 50 Cent] I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam ?? loud gold top down, nigga ###### I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz ######, ruger in my hand Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand I plan to head out west and plant my feet down A nigga big as King King in the street now I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib Its palm trees and pretty ###### out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel ###### come and suck on my ###### My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and ###### niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb [Chorus- 50 Cent] nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You ###### around if you wanna [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch niggas know my stage, they don't ###### with me son You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun This is that ferrari F-50 ######, its real layed back Type ###### you recline to in the Maybach I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz You get the same ###### for ten bodies, you get for one cuz I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain You know a nigga still really tryna move cane Make a lil extra money on the side mayn I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin' I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack Goin' to see my ***eler, so I can blow a stack [Chorus- 50 Cent] nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You ###### around if you wanna رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 18, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Build You Up [Jamie Foxxx] La la la la la la Ooh I'd lie for you baby Ooh I'd die for you baby [50 Cent overlapping] I build you up But if ever I fall down And I need you to pick me up Promise me you'll be around Hold me down I'll build you up [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Listen if you let me, I'll be the reason you shine Its a secret I want the world to know that you're mine But on some real ######, communications could be better So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter They can play it on the radio, a hundred times a day I figure when you hear it, you would stop and think of me I wanna get to know ya and be the reason you smile Girl, you know where I'm from, you know how I get down When times are tough, tell me that I'm special Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend Precious stones, could you put me before them If so, I'll see to it that they always around Nothin' but the best now, how does that sound If I talk with you, when we talk you can keep it Girl, you on my mind all the time, its a secret [Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx] Baby I'll build you up Girl if I, never show I have you by my side I build you up Girl I need to know for sure you're mine I need to know for sure [Verse 2- 50 Cent] I think about you thinkin' that you feel the same way Was it just my imagionation again runnin' away If you ready to ride girl come on let's roll G-55 fly ma let's go Its hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my present Your smile makes me smile, I'll show you my style We can shop a lil bit, I pick out my ###### One pair at a time, till your shoe games sick Now who knows what the future holds, we'll be together probably For better or worst, like Whitney and Bobby If you wanna play house, we can play house then But wait why pretend if you can move in Before I be your buddy in bed, let me be your best friend Girl, its more than ######, I want your trust You keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you Cause I know with you by my side, there's nothin' I can't do [Chorus x2- Jamie Foxxx] Baby I'll build you up Girl if I, never show I have you by my side I build you up Girl I need to know for sure you're mine I need to know for sure رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 18, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 God Gave Me Style [Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one It ain't my fault [bridge] I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me When my cds drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed I'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream ?? I may even trade in a mic in for a triple beam I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell I need no answers to these questions, cuz time will tell Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl Don't much good come from me, but my music Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it (Yeaaah!) [Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one It ain't my fault [bridge] I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself I'm drink off in the crowd, by myself Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind I'm a spunge, knowledge and wisdom, my ?? off fast I'm in a class by myself, you do the math [Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like I'm the one رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 18, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 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 told you all What 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 sex 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 right, you're not my date 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 ###### 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 right, you're not my date I never ever let you wait Cause you're my baby (you're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 18, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 I Don't Need 'em [intro] Yeah It is what it is man Uh huh [Verse 1] Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin' The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin' Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack Figure, I push it to the limit, take this ###### to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm First to let off, last to run, everytime its on [Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my ###### Get the ###### out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' [50 Cent] What, niggas yeah Is there a ######' problem nigga Oh yeah That's what I thought so, ###### [Verse 2] niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy ###### them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire Up a fence runnin, cut my ######' hand on a barb wire ###### crazy, just a different day, its the same ###### Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole ######' brain split They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started Thought they was grindin', well ###### where that money at Thought you was ######, cause you was lettin' paper stack You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya [Chorus] I tell niggas to suck my ###### Get the ###### out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around When I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' [Outro] What? Who said they gonna do somethin' to me You must be out your rabbid ###### mind ###### around and kill one of these niggas رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 18, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Hate It Or Love It (G-unit Remix) [intro] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so ###### I sell dope For a fo' ring ring, one of them gold ropes Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope Tossed and turn in my sleep at night Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike Different day, same ######, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this ###### and never come back if I could [Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me [Verse 2- The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo So niggas better get up outta mine Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse This beef ###### is for the birds and the birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth [Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)] Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me [bridge- 50 Cent] From the beginnin' to end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain I thought it would chane But its stayin' the same [Verse 3- Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is with ya When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bub My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a ?? in my coat Now I'm ?? reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen If I see him an ?? and maybe that'll even the score And if not, then that'll be me on the floor [Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)] Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me [Verse 4- Tony Yayo] I started out at fifteen, scared as hell I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces Mama with me and when she found my pieces I look back on life and think God I bless We the best on the planet so forget the rest [Verse 5- Young Buck] You know I'm still nice with my cooked game Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time, homie I'm still all good Let me show what a thug that born to die I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five And I ain't even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga who ain't seen awards to check ###### [Chorus x2- 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)] Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' 2003 What Up Gangsta G-Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don't care (What, what, what) It's going down (What) 'Cause I'm around (What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus: repeat 2X] What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then ###### ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my ###### then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, ###### I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what) 1st time w/o first "What up, Blood We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my ######, can they hear my hunger? When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I ###### with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ###### using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe ######, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ###### with some brand new chuckas رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 atiently Waiting [50 Cent talkin'] Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right? I owe you for this one Ive been patiently waiting for a track to explode on You can stun if you want and your ###### will get rolled on It feels like my flowz been hot for so long If you thinkin Im ###### fall off your so wrong Finishin in my head, like a baby born dead destination heaven, sit and politic with passengars from nine eleven The lords blessins leave me lyrically inclined ###### I aint even gotta try to shine God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame straight out the good book, look, niggaz iz shook 50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan picture me pen in hand write linez knowin the source of polley When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops does that make me bitta? I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitta? In this white man's world Im similiar to a squirrel lookin for a ###### with a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone will stop ringin again These industry niggaz aint friends, they know how to pretend [Eminem - Hook (heart monitor beeps)] Patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin debatin whether or not you could even weather the storm. Just lay on the table they operatin to save you itz like an angel came to you sent from the heavenz above (heart monitor stopz) They think they're crazy but they aint crazy lets face it, ###### basically they just playin sick, they aint ###### They aint sayin ######.. spray'em Fifty A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me and turn this day into ###### mayhem you stayin wit me? Dont let me lose you, Im not tryin to confuse you when I let loose with this uzi and just shoot through your Izuzu You get the message am I gettin through to you? You know whatz comin you motherfuckerz dont even know do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the ###### do you got? You got the realest and illest killaz tied up in a knot The Jugganautz of this rap ###### like it or not Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot You put your life in this - nothin like survivin the shot Y'all know what time it iz az soon az Fifty signz on this dot ###### what you know about death threats, cuz I get alot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers some cowards ###### with the wrong building they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower theres nothin spookier, you're now about to witness the power of ###### Fifty Its the gansta ya'll when the shots go off Itz fifty, they say Itz Fifty See a nigga laid out with his fukin top blown off Itz fifty, man that wasnt Fifty, they don't holla my name You shoudln't throw stones if you live in a glass house and if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth cuz I'll break your face, have your ###### runnin mumblin to the Jake, you goin against me dawg you makin a mistake Ill split you have you lookin like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippers Im the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper the way I turn the money over you should call me flipper Your ######, a regular ######, you callin her wifey I ###### her, I feed her fast food, you keepin her icy Im down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in 94': "We dont love them hoez" I got pennies for my thoughts, now Im rich see the twentys spinnin lookin mean on the six niggaz wearin flagz, cuz the colorz match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood and get filled up with holez. رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Many Men (Death Wish) [Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a ###### [50 Cent] Ay yo man, ###### what's taking homie so long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the ######!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent] 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 ###### 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 ###### niggas putting money on my head Go on and get your refund ######, 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 ###### 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, ######, 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 Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ###### a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? 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 Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me Psych says some ###### dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you ###### all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't ###### breathing 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 رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Many Men (Death Wish) [Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a ###### [50 Cent] Ay yo man, ###### what's taking homie so long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the ######!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent] 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 ###### 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 ###### niggas putting money on my head Go on and get your refund ######, 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 ###### 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, ######, 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 Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ###### a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? 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 Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me Psych says some ###### dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you ###### all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't ###### breathing 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 رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 In Da Club In Da Club 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 ###### It's not your birthday! You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I ###### with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna ###### But homie ain't nothing change, hoe's down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut 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 In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm 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 willin to get bi and they ready to go My flow, my show brought me the doe 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 changed 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 ###### ###### 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 ######, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the ###### 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 the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside they wit a bottle of bub They know where we ###### be [Chorus] (2x) [Talking] (laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga G-Unit رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 P.I.M.P. I don't know what you heard about me But a ###### can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a ###### P-I-M-P Now shorty, she in the 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 ###### up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the ###### 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 ###### hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can't see You ###### with me, you ###### with a P-I-M-P I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you ###### with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, ###### 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 ###### I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, ###### 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 ###### 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, ###### come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low ###### choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ###### beat Now Nik my bottom ######, 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 ###### Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying ###### Catch a date, suck a ######, shiiit, TRICK 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 ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, ###### رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 High All The Time [Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need ###### Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good ###### I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood ###### Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark ###### And stay high all the time, I smoke that good ###### I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood ###### [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 ###### 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 to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this ###### 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 ###### 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, ######, 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 ###### 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 ###### you can tell me Niggas calling me to feature, man ###### your money I ain't hurting,I'm aight, nigga 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 رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Like My Style (feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit)) [50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I'll show you how Wanna get rich I'll show you how On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe The original don dada nobody bomb harda Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot The hoodrats they say "He so crazy" The snitches they say "He tried to spray me" That's what you get for tryin to play me The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY No matter how you try you can't stop it I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit "50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product [Chorus: 50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how [50 Cent] The birds they say I got a way with words I be like "baby girl I like them curves" If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve I'ma bachelor baby, ###### what you heard From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure I make hits about what I do in my leisure G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin Wit my hands on dat ###### and ya say that I'm buggin We family baby, kissin cousins Now look what the riff raff done drug in For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)] Em said you gone like my style Dre said you gone like my style I said you gone like my style (Uh huh) You gone like how I break it down [Tony Yayo] You're not really, really ready (ready) The drama will have ya ###### in trauma BOY! You're not really, really ready (ready) My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin You're not really, really ready (ready) Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin You're not really, really ready (ready) You think ya ready, ya not (ya not) Really really ready (ready) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
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