! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 Get Out The Club (50 Cent-talking over beat) It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha (50 Cent) Get out the club ###### Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love ###### Never thought you'd be on that loser ###### You on some movie ###### Get out the club ###### Niggas tryin to holla at you We wanna parlay wit you (50 Cent) I hate when ###### act like they too good for a nigga (yea) Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names ###### why don't you take ya ###### home and quit playin games They on that pretty ###### (what) that high saditty ###### (yea) They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy ###### (woo) I'm gone show em now I'm gone show em how (show em how) How we break it down This is how it's goin down Them ###### think ###### precious Them niggas they wanna test us Got beef so we be wearin vest-es Look I don't give a ###### nigga ###### I aint buyin no ###### Nigga you'll die if you push me Nigga you know I'm holy ###### picture me rollin Hooker probably for paper, cause ###### come wit it I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it While I'm ballin she by my side wit me But if some ###### jump off she aint gone ride wit me Get out the club ###### (Chorus) Get out the club ###### Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love ###### Never thought you'd be on that loser ###### You on some movie ###### Get out the club ###### Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love ###### Never thought you'd be on that loser ###### You on some movie ###### (50 Cent) My whole team gettin dough ###### On the low ######, friends'll kick a nigga do' down fo sho ###### Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha I mean ###### wont you give a nigga a chance wit you On that pre-Madonna ######, that Dolce & Gabbana ###### Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada ###### I met cha in the parkin lot, ###### woulda been diffrent then You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy Thats where we buy the ice at the right price ###### you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga ###### hit the fan, we ###### around and murdered a nigga Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin ###### around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen I aint playin wit you ###### you better listen (Chorus) Get out the club ###### Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love ###### Never thought you'd be on that loser ###### You on some movie ###### Get out the club ###### Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love ###### Never thought you'd be on that loser ###### You on some movie ###### (50 Cent) This a low rider here ######, in L.A. they show me love Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg" I aint bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?" ###### know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin When ever I'm around motherfuckas stop joke-in They know how I get down, I be ###### Loc-in Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas She like when L lick his lips, the ###### love stars After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love (Chorus) Get out the club ###### Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love ###### Never thought you'd be on that loser ###### You on some movie ###### Get out the club ###### Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show us no love ###### Never thought you'd be on that loser ###### You on some movie ###### Get out the club ###### (50 Cent talking over beat) 2000 ###### ###### you know how this ###### goin down This is my ######, from now on this is my ###### Nigga can't eat, nigga can't sleep, nigga can't do ###### Unless I say he can nigga Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I'll leave wit 4 stiches Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult You and every motherfucka that roll wit you You ###### ###### nigga I'ma see you Nigga is sweet like candy I can get cha now or later You ###### up, shoulda murdered me playa Nigga is sweet like candy I don't care how much you pray Nigga I don't care how much you paid And you sweet like candy I can get you now or later, later, playa رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 Be A Gentleman [Chorus] It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend [50 Cent] Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish to fry Since 'How to Rob' a lot of niggas been naming names Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game Still niggas acting like I don't get down or something Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something You gonna talk about your chips till we run in your crib And you gone ask dumb questions like "Can I Live?" Look, If I shoot you, I'm famous If you shoot me your brainless, you said it yourself I'm slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you Swift enough to snatch the mack and pop that at you Take it personal see if I won't send you to hell I've done told Ton and Pok? they better have my bail But if its over a mil don't put the crib up dun Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run [Chorus] 2x It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh, nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend (bo! bo! bo! bo! bo!...It's gangsta) [50 Cent] Look I'm supposed to be cocky, I ain't a po' no mo' I ain't gotta steal from the corna' store no mo' Got my own crib, I ain't sleepin' on the flo' no mo' Bouncers don't try to play me at the do' no mo' But when they see me they say search him "He might have the nine He might shoot this ###### up like Shyne" It's been a while since a new nigga came tight like this Ya man, he aight, but he ain't quite like this Niggas is feelin' it The Benz pullin up on the set (uh huh) Me jumpin out 30 tho on my neck (uh huh uh huh) And since you said it was nothin' to sweat (what) That you was outta line so here's what you get A verbal ###### kickin' Jesus Christ sent me to test ya Let's see how see how he act's under pressure Till Makaveli returns it's 'All Eyez On Me' Till the feds build up cases and find pie's on me [Chorus] 2x It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh bwahh, bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend (bo! bo! bo!, It's gangsta) It's gangsta, 2000 ###### (Echoing) Ya'll know what you need to do, get together, make a We Are The World record, ###### ###### niggas) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 ###### You [Chorus: *Scratching*] Pain In Da ###### "###### You" 3x Styles "I don't give a ######" 3x Styles "I don't give a ###### who you are" Pain In The ###### " ###### You" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a ###### who you are" Pain In Da ###### "###### you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" Styles "I don't give a ###### who you are" Pain In Da ###### "###### you" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a ###### who you are" Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" [Verse] Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em There's a lot of talk in the streets about me Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?... You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?" Nigga, street ###### should stay in the street So, keep it on the low But everybody who's somebody already know A few words for any nigga that get hit the ###### up My advice if you get shot down, is get the ###### up LET'S GO Chorus (Different Variations) [Verse] Maaaaaaaaan I told niggaz not to ###### with me they still push me Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke ###### I been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic" If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy That's why you ###### like me, so I'm a heavyweight How dare these niggaz take me lightly? I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind" Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine Chorus [Different Variations] [Verse] Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot" When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock Play the block, with the watch all rocked the ###### up Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the ###### up Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me The D's call me by my government name I be dumb and shoot up parks Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'" There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart So when they come home, the come home Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede" Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+ See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me in the street Ha-ha Chorus [Different Variations] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 Too Hot [intro: DJ scratching] "Niggas bit off Nas ######" - Ghostface Killah "Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep "Niggas bit off Nas ######, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas ######" - Ghostface Killah "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep (Repeat) [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still gon die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold The ###### I kick ###### with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me I got what you need, 19,5 a key I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream Run up on them all with the same problem solver Beat up ######, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What! [Chorus] Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock Cause then we gonna run up in your spot Screamin' get the ###### on the floor, give us the Ro' (Repeat) [Verse 2 - Nature] Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three Next to Ron Artest and Kobe Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up Ya'll need to ###### with the tightest, I stick niggas Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends Un cured, ain't no vaccine Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch ###### Comin' back I'm rich kid Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga. [Chorus - Last line cut off] "Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah "Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep "Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah [Verse 3 - Nas] What, yo I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions 22 inch ###### when I'm pimpin' Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike 50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go [intro - Once] [Chorus] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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 رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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 رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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*) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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 رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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 رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 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 رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 "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! رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر August 19, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر August 19, 2005 "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] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
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