Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Heat [gun shots] bridge If there's beef, ###### it and dump it The drama really means nothin' To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out) There's no time to ###### it No way you could stop it When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you... corus I ain't playing' Hear what im sayin' Homie i aint playin' Catch you slippin' imma kill you I ain't playin' Hear what im sayin' Homie i ain't playin' Verse 1 Keep thinkin' im candy 'Til your ######' skull get popped And your brain pop out the top, like Jack-in-the-box(yeh!) In the hood, summer time is the killin' season Is hot out this ######, that's a good enough reason(whoo!) I see gangstas get religious when they start bleedin' Sayin' "Lord Jesus help me!" Cuz they ###### leavin' When that window roll down and that AK come out You could squeeze your little hand-gun 'til u run out And you could run for your back-up The machine-gun shells gon' tear your back up God's on your side, ###### im aight with that Cuz we gon' reload them clips and come on right back It's a fact homie You go against me you ######! I hit the drop if you could duck yourluckier then lady luck Look nigga Don't make me say cuz you moved out the hood Cuz your moma still around dawg and that ain't good If you get smart you be shookin' me Cuz I get tired of lookin' for you, spray your moma crib and let your ###### look for me bridge If there's beef, ###### it and dump it The drama really means nothin' To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out) There's no time to ###### it No way you could stop it When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you... corus I ain't playing' Hear what im sayin' Homie i aint playin' Catch you slippin' imma kill you I ain't playin' Hear what im sayin' Homie i ain't playin' Verse 2 My heart bleeds for you nigga I can't wait to get to you Behind the twinkle in your eyes, I can see the ###### in you Nigga you know the streets talk Cuz they'll be no white flags, and no peace talk I got my back against the wind I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out If I die today i'm happy how my life turned out See the shoot outs i done been in them by myself Locked up I was in a box, by myself Ida made myself a millionaire, by myself Now ###### changed muthafucka, i can hire some help Ida heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But you shoot a friend and get shot at, it won't do you no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive, your bones still ######' hurt when it rains Oh you a pro at playin' battle-ship, well this ain't the same Lil' homie this a whole different type of role game See the losers end up in shackels and muthafuckin' chains Or laid out in the street, leakin' out they brains bridge If there's beef, ###### it and dump it The drama really means nothin' To me I ride by 'n blow ya brains out(brains out) There's no time to ###### it No way you could stop it When niggaz run up on you with them thangs out(thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care if I get caught The D.A can play this mutherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you... corus I ain't playing' Hear what im sayin' Homie i aint playin' Catch you slippin' imma kill you I ain't playin' Hear what im sayin' Homie i ain't playin' Verse 3 After the fist-fight is gun fire boy you get the best of me If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin' me All the wrong i've done the Lord still keeps on blessin' me Fill the wrong wrap cuz Dr.Dre got the recipe(recipe) Yeh...haha Ay Dre! You got me feelin' real bullet proof up in this muthafucka Cuz the windows on my muthafuckin' Benz is bullet proof nigga Cuz my muthafuckin' vest is bullet proof nigga Cuz my muthafuckin' hat is bullet proof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a ######' cuncusion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga? hahahaha رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 If I Can't Yea, ha ha, yea, yea [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to ###### that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want? Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ###### out Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sittin on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)] I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO' 20 inch rims sittin low-pros Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO,OH NO IM LOCO Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good? I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that ###### get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on my ###### more than my ######, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the drop out who made more money than these teachers Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features I am whut I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it ###### it [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Blood Hound [50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [Verse 1(50 Cent)] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't ######' playin' I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain Fo' I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn) See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out) Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out) Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique man (clique man) When witnesses around, they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see ###### mayn (###### mayn) My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that) I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at) [Chorus] x2 I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though [Verse 2(Young Buck)] I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida') I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya) When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya) Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's You better stay in line bro' (in line bro') Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (fire bro') Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for (that iron for) I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us) And I admit it, I live it I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this ######' choppa' [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3(50 Cent)] My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin' And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey) They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em ###### I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me) When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn) If you ain't got a gun, and you can't ######' run My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn) But if you get away and come back another day My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn) Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn) Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head I ain't payin' no ######' debt mayn (debt mayn) Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand You'se a ######' fake ###### connect' mayn (connect' mayn) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Back Down Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!) Ha ha... [Chorus: 50 Cent] It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to ###### hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol G You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that ###### you chasin Ya little dirty ###### kids, I'll ###### erase them Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that if you get knocked, you get ###### in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a ######, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his Knight to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful cuz to me you're a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never poked nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha ######... [Chorus] "The rap game is all ###### up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's lil punk ###### thinkin out loud South Side Till I die thats just how I gets downI'm back in the game shawty, to Rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubtichi Tie Crack child Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say they like them in the hood I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayne" Now you stay the ###### outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain't tellin anyone you ###### I ain't gon tell nobody you gettin extorted It ain't over.... (G-UNIT) I've been patiently waitin to blowwwwwwww Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you feel for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't goin nowhere, I done told you nigga Im a G-Unit muthafuckin soulja nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT) oh no he didnt say anything about ja okay ja is MY boo okay Jeffery Atkinsss aint neva hurt nobody an' yall know! big thangs come in small packages! Hollaaa! Now everything was cool, until 50 Cent came back in to da picture. they better not put they hands on jeffry cuz first of all...they do NOT know that I am a twelve degree pink belt okay I will dice his ###### up like a little piece of celery okay cuz see thay dont know me! Delicious, do they know me? okay I thought so, cuz you know I know karate and I will see him and I will رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Poor Lil' Rich [Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing ###### get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty its only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my ###### bling blow My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick That's why these niggaz is on my ###### Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my ###### See I'm alive man I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me I'ma blaze it in My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in [Chorus] x2 I was a poor nigga Now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me ###### nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya ###### nigga [Verse 2] New York niggaz, copy niggaz like it's all good ###### around we crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no ###### bama I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front I go and pop the trunk, come back, pullout I'm dump (yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, be sure to split ya up I lay you down, them coroner will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat I can't go commercial, they love me in the street I'm real dirty man, the hood love me man Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing C-O screaming shut the ###### up in the pen [Chorus] x2 I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my ###### game But she don't know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, ###### ###### changed These young boys, they done got they own work man رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 21 Questions (feat. Nate Dogg) [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch suns in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!) Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving? Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We only human girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... Could you love me in a bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us Could you love me in the bedroom? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Don't Push Me (feat. Lloyd Banks, Eminem) [50 Cent] I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading,'cause I know where I've been Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing I come up with something Come through your strip, fronting, stunting It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning Haters hate that I'm winnning Man I've been hot from the beginning ###### aim at the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot No I aint stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with ###### with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your ###### down paramedics get you up feeling [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ###### up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ######, keep thinking I'm ###### Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ###### up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ######, keep thinking I'm ###### [Lloyd Banks] I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry To young to understand, the consequences of man Living a lie, I gotta get that money I'll be damned if If I'm bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'Cause they fronting 20 years Of watching my mama's tears Got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it These niggas don't want me balling, they want me bury Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry Laying with bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer 'Cause I'mma stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gon' call my number Under, my chest is a heart of a lion I ain't lieing , bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a giant I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion End of discussion My blood is colder, so I'm bolder And it's either soda Hood on my my shoulder Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ###### up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ######, keep thinking I'm ###### Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ###### up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ######, keep thinking I'm ###### [Eminem] These are my ideas This is my sweat and tears This is ###### that I solved with my balls, my ears This is me who's gotta be What you see on TV What you hear on CD What appears easy Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies Fronting like it's all fun and games Till they shoot 'em up bang Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying I bully my way in this game, man I'm done playing Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing I'mma start laying any of these ###### cocksuckers There's no way I'mma back down, like a ###### coward I can't, how would I look as man bowing to his knees Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at 'em, please Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall, I try to show you art Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start Showing you fucken old ###### a whole other side I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with Some fucken marshmellow, little soft yellow Punk ######, who's heart's Jello, 'cause [50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ###### up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ######, keep thinking I'm ###### Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ###### up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ######, keep thinking I'm ###### رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Gotta Make It To Heaven [Hook] I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends Been to ICU once I ain't going again First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat ###### niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that U know me, I stay wit a ###### on her knees An get guns away in the hood like government cheese Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars So I switch up whips to stay off the radar I ain't gotta be around to make ###### hot I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done An make it wet niggaz if you round me son [Hook] I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ###### Point blank range I span put a bone on his ###### Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down Then sprayed I played Dami me get the ###### off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call ?50 waddup? U send a ###### at me I send the ###### back cut up I don't play that ###### ######, I done told you boy Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, ###### in black tail Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do' Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib Man social service finis' come an take dem kids [Hook] I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can I change the courage the change the things I can, but wisdom know the difference But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat Thas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case act Man I might talk to you while we up in the Benz But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon ###### an be friends Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies See it might be his, an it might be yours Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours You got to tell me, you feelin this ###### Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this ###### [Hook] I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Not Like Me (Bonus) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your ######' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a ######' snitch, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD [Verse 1] Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it My songs belong in the Bible with King David I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son *click* *click* you heard that? That mean RUN Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa Pull through, I'll throw a ###### cocktail at ya' car From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty" On the ###### like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while we starve, it's my turn I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn Won't learn [Chorus 2X] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse 2] Moma said.. Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors 32 carrots in the traws, no flaws You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me D's waitin for my response to lock me This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me You need some ###### with banana clips to try and stop me I'M THE ONE [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me [Verse 3] See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back The good die young, I ain't eligable for that I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D See a ###### gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines Grown ###### men, wearin starter piece shines You know them little pieces, with the little stones Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic You too old for that ###### dog, why don't you stop it Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me Haha [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me Like me duke, you not like me *Ad-libing to the end* رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Life's On The Line Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay Cuz I don't like y'all anyway ...And I don't like y'all anyway ###### all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Wutup homie For ###### who don't know me ...They wanna blow me cuz the ###### I floss wit sayin a lot for me I came into rap humble, I don't give a ###### now Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown Coke price go up, cats is come down The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found The ###### who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks They keep it on em, right there in they ###### crack When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your ###### head like a Hindu Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me OG's look at me and see what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop ###### The thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! [i don't believe you!] Murder! [###### around and leave you!] Murder! [i don't believe you!] Murder, murder! [Your life's on the line!] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me Make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "He say, She say" ###### Unless he say she say she on my ###### It's no coincidence, niggas who ###### wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood they be like, "######, 50 really spitted on em" "You heard that ######?" "Yeah, 50 really ###### on em" Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son [Hook] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck wit a crash bar And TV's in the dash, pa See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this ###### now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we ###### sure ain't friends The games you playin, you get killed like that Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you see me nigga, one [One] [Hook] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 (معدل) No Mercy No Fear2002 MTV Intro 50 Cent: G-UNIT Announcer: MTV News on MTV 2 Gideon Yego: Hi Im Gideon Yego with MTV news. 4 weeks strong at number one and the Eminem Show is still outperforming almost every other record released this year. One shady fellow not included on the dvd but who we're sure to see alot of this year, is the newest soldier of Eminem and Dr. Dre's Shady/Aftermath army, 50 Cent. 50 Cent is a highly touted acid tounged queens rapper, a staple on New York City's mixtape circuit. He's already in the studio working on his upcoming album with tracks produced by Dr. Dre, Shaw Money, and Eminem himself. Get Psyched... that is the news now. تم تعديل August 19, 2005 بواسطه MARO@MN رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Green Lantern {*gunshots*} 50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick Feel this... (non stop) ... {*gunshots*} Motion picture ###### hahahaha [50 Cent] Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha Catch ya slippin' i'ma give you what I got for ya My clip loaded wit' 16 shots for ya Never had a hot gun on your waist and blarin' to shoot Cause a nigga went and said the wrong ###### to you? Homie you ain't been through what I been through You not like me and i'm not like you I'm like a animal wit' it when I spit it it's crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggaz tryina play me One shot is not enough you need least a uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin' woozy I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me I found my space at the top I got this rap ###### locked I never heard of you you heard of me I murder you Spit shells through your convertible Lowest you notice? Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is raw You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 Cent... I know you like that Yeah I know you like that Green Lantern... Shady Records... Anger Management Tour... homie... Yeah {*gunshots*} رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Elementary f/ G-Unit, Scarlett [50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [scarlett] You can't ###### with me [50 Cent] C, D [scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [scarlett] It's elementary [scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I flight the night From L.A. to N.Y. I'm Harlem bound You see how ###### tense up, when Scarlett 'round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, ###### that's her." She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20's for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think I'm playing ###### And the police we'll have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ###### a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake [50 Cent][Hook] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying, "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks' in the house [Lloyd Banks] Now get the ###### on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil', I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell You can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So I'm drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon' open You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes Hell no I ain't paying for pleasure Your ###### don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team Long on the suine DVD's on the screen Blowing on cream Waiting for you to scheme You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine [Hook] [Tony Yayo] I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big words, your ###### be feeling me So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down 'Cause I just passed security without no pat down You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P So my pockets never be empty It ain't no problem, we scoop them models We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos 50 got me getting ###### like I never did So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid [Hook] [50 Cent] The cat in the house go Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow The bird in the cage go Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet It's elementary رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Fat ###### f/ G-Unit We over here... with some fat chicks [50] Nah, I don't be ###### wit them fat ###### That's Yayo [Chorus] Don't be stuck on the things they say now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty world) I ain't ###### wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes) Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [50] Them Twinkies got your ###### gettin' fat fat Them cookies got your ###### gettin' fat fat That paint got your ###### gettin' fat fat ###### you grown, that ain't baby fat fat In the gym I see your ###### up on the stair master But you got it on level 2, ###### go a little faster Look girl I ain't gon lie, I'll tell you how I feel They should hand cuff your big ###### to the treadmill You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot And your big ###### fin to pop all up out the halter top Find the right chick, wearing some tight ######, and it's on See your ###### wearing some tight ######, we like "She wrong" [Chorus] Don't be stuck on the things they say now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world) I ain't ###### wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes) [50} Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but you's a big ###### man Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat That Burger King dun got your ###### fat fat McDonald's dun got your ###### fat fat That Dominos dun got your ###### fat fat Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [Lloyd Banks] I like 'em slim in the waste, curves in the right place A ###### wit hips, lips, and a nice face Your appetite'll put a dent up in a nigga salary You need to stop burnin that weed, and burn a calorie Your attitude is like you always have gear You got a pony tail, you ain't always have hair I just wanna see your Capri's comin' down Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds [Chorus] Don't be stuck on the things they say now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world) I ain't ###### wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate so let me compliment your eyes [50] I'll say something nice about ya eyes, cause you's a big ###### man Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat Them Entenmann's dun got your ###### fat fat Them Little Debbie's dun got your ###### fat fat These cup cakes dun got your ###### fat fat Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [Tony Yayo] I ain't no trick, I ain't have to borrow with my wallet Freakin' off in your car, on your closet It ain't nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl If you can cook your ###### off, I'll give you the world You can be skinny or fat, white or black Nigga ###### is ###### so, yeah, I'll hit that I'm a freak, sure I love minage a trois And I really care lees if you twice my size [Chorus] Don't be stuck on the things they say now you know it's a nasty world ' It's a nasty world I ain't ###### wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl I ain't never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes [50] I'm a compliment your eyes Yayo'll ###### wit you big ###### but I'm a stay the ###### away from ya Them Twinkies got your ###### gettin' fat fat Them cookies got your ###### gettin' fat fat That paint got your ###### gettin' fat fat ###### you grown, that ain't baby fat fat Stay the ###### away from, you ###### fat ###### ###### wit Tony Yayo, ho رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
Hero Music قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Share قام بنشر August 18, 2005 Banks Victory [50 Cent] Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if ###### hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea ######, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ###### outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads I got no friends, ###### most of these cowards They pop ###### 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a ###### like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This ###### can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna ###### us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids Niggas find what club they at take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac get advances from grey agra see these record labels got most artists gettin ###### like the gay rappa' i go the college on the tour I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor by now, you probably heard of me fresh outta surgery, flashy as a ######, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy you match now, back down niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized it's a ###### shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals Nigga [50 Cent] Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere you gon' ###### be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin..... to encourage you, somethin positive aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere get yaself a beer, get on the ###### curve ###### dirtbag رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
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