Текст песни:

50 cent]
Yeah..50 cent, lloyd banks, tony yayo
G-unit!

[lloyd banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-unit! and I ain′t stoppin′ to my clique poppin′
Swimmin′ in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit′ a head up and challenge you dummy
It′s funny, niggas rather see you sufferin′ and hungry
I′m hungry as hell, skatin′ with another nigga′s money
Take your hats off, you know you ain′t that tough
I′m callin′ your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn′t the game ball
Artillary that′s about as long as a chainsaw (lloyd banks!)
By the way, this feels like I′m dreamin′
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin′ my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That′s why, I fuck ′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 fuck is you rippin′?
You trippin′, more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether catholic or christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it′s probably sendin′ out to 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 llello
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
Cheche, get the llello
Picture me being crack (tony yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I′ll turn you to a junkie
I′m the number one seller in the whole fuckin′ 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′ll smuggle, 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 into a hater
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
You tryin′ to move more birds
...in pa all day, on the corner of third

[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
The shells hit you, you screamin′
Think I′m playin′? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin′
Start wavin′ my emboies shell cases get the droppin′ (c′mon)
Like if it′s down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I′m outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin′ I′m stoppin′
I′m dyin′ to pop it, I′m young and I′m restless, you know my contestants
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 will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like 50 nice chain
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn 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 a gat
You pussy

Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin′ frontin′ nigga
Talkin′ like gangstas 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 shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin′

G-g-unit, g-g-unit, g-g-g-unit, g-g-g-g-g-g-unit, g-unit!

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

ft. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

[50 Cent]
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!

[Lloyd Banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain′t stoppin′ to my clique poppin′
Swimmin′ in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit′ a head up and challenge you dummy
It′s funny, niggas rather see you sufferin′ and hungry
I′m hungry as hell, skatin′ with another nigga′s money
Take your hats off, you know you ain′t that tough
I′m callin′ your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn′t the game ball
Artillary that′s about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
By the way, this feels like I′m dreamin′
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin′ my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That′s why, I fuck ′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 fuck is you rippin′?
You trippin′, more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it′s probably sendin′ out to 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 llello"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
"Cheche, get the llello"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I′ll turn you to a junkie
I′m the number one seller in the whole fuckin′ 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′ll smuggle, 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 into a hater
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
You tryin′ to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third

[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
The shells hit you, you screamin′
Think I′m playin′? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin′
Start wavin′ my emboies shell cases get the droppin′ (C′mon)
Like if it′s down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I′m outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin′ I′m stoppin′
I′m dyin′ to pop it, I′m young and I′m restless, you know my contestants
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 will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn 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 a gat
You pussy

Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin′ frontin′ nigga
Talkin′ like gangstas 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 shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin′

G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

50...Ferrari F50

(Hook)
Shorty you aint gotta take your panties off,
Just pull em to the side,
If you want to ride
on the roller coaster baby come on and ride,
they go up and down,and round and round,
stand up or get on the floor,
its on tonight,
I know what you like,
I know just how to break you off.

(2nd Verse)
Theres plenty water rides,
im sure to get you wet in the park,
have you lust and seductious considering a knot,
throw a loop around the bottle,
i′ll be your teddy bear,
whatever color you like, you know i dont care.
I really want to thank you for attending this affair.
Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here.
I smile when i speak, but im being senciere,
and your pass is valid all summer my dear.
So at your convenience you can always return,
theres so many tricks to the trade you should learn.
Suck that,
lick that,
swallow that lollipop.
Forget that,
grip that,
ride it nonstop!!!

(Hook)
Shorty you aint gotta take your panties off,
Just pull em to the side,
if you want to ride
on the roller coaster baby come on and ride,
they go up and down,and round and round,
stand up or get on the floor,
its on tonight,
I know what you like,
I know just how to break you off.

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it′s right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I′m ballin′, throw′n money around

Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):
She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin′ makin′
Look at the way she shakin′ shakin′
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin′ for her, go crazy face it
Now don′t stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin′ make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you′re head f**ked up from the way she did it
She′s so much more than you′re used to
She know′s just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you′re lap till you′re ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin′
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let′s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don′t do you justice baby
Why don′t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I′m tired of using technology, why don′t you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I′m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):
Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don′t stop
I ain′t got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there′s plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin′, sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I′m ready to roll
I′ll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let′s get it poppin′ shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):
Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let′s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don′t do you justice baby
Why don′t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I′m tired of using technology, why don′t you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I′m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Bridge]

Have a baby
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire

[Chorus]

Shawty said take it off, I take it off
Climb right outta my clothes
Want me to break you off, I break you off
Till your love come down on them walls
I′m extremely focused when I′m strokin′
I bet I′ll get you open
I′ll leave your headboard broken, you think I′m jokin′
I bet I′ll get ya open

[Part I]

First it′s her neck, yeah then her back
Yea I′m a freak, I get into all that
Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star
Till ya had enough then I just need a lil′ bit more
New music new move new position
New erotic sounds is goin′ down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat your sweatin′
I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper
I told ya I′d get ya
I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be movin′ as fast as a Nascar ride
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I use my tounge baby, I′ll leave you sprung baby
I′ll have ya head spinnin′ sayin 50 so crazy

[Chorus]

Shawty said take it off, I take it off
Climb right outta my clothes
Want me to break you off, I break you off
Till your love come down on them walls
I′m extremely focused when I′m strokin′
I bet I′ll get you open
I′ll leave your headboard broken, you think I′m jokin′
I bet I′ll get ya open

[Bridge]

Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire

[Part II]

Girl I want you to gimmie what you got then gimmie more
Baby you can start on top on all fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don′t nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call it hennessy thug
Passion ya laughin′ I make you smile on a regular
Tell me what you want, shawty that′s what I′ma give to ya
I need you to give what I need, I want the liquor and weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breath
I need you, I′m tellin′ you this and now you know what I need
I be your part-time or full-time lover significant other
No matter which was it go, I′m oh so gutter
Girl you can get it how ever you wan′ get it
I′m feelin ya style, I′m tellin′ you right now I′m with it

[Chorus]

Shawty said take it off, I take it off
Climb right outta my clothes
Want me to break you off, I break you off
Till your love come down on them walls
I′m extremely focused when I′m strokin′
I bet I′ll get you open
I′ll leave your headboard broken, you think I′m jokin′
I bet I′ll get ya open

[Bridge]

Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

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 fuckin 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 bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I′ll fuckin erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked 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 bitch, 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 disrespectfu cuz to me you′re a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never sold 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 pussy...

[Chorus]

"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That′s Ja′s lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside, Tah died, that′s just how I get down
I′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 unless Cadd Tah′s 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 mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I′m New York City′s own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)

[Chorus]

I ain′t tellin anyone you pussy
I ain′t tellin anyone you gettin extored
It ain′t over.... (G-UNIT)
I′ve been patently waitin to BLOWW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I′m back, you can′t sleep
I′m a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain′t goin no where, I done told you nigga
I′ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

(Eminem) This gettin outta hand;Forget the Hook, staright spittin

(50 Cent)

I got ya

Come On...

Yo Ja quit it, your raps are ova
You aren′t even good friends no more with homie J-Hova
We all hate u, man "f" your label
You think You got drugs but Your "crack" was left on the table
Smoke it Ja, Go on inhale
All i need is a gun to fuckin make bail
Yayo′s comin home soon, better beware
It′s G-Unit man guns will do better than cut your hair
Think u swallow X huh, what does it look like?
Mr.Gangsta thinks he needs to smoke to be gangsta, u aint cook right?
Vita, u bia, your rhymes are pretty whack
And Irv you′re not Suge stop tryin to deal crack
My guns bullets are 9mm, bigger than your dick
If i want old scool i′ll shoot Slick Rick
I′m now and 4-ever man let it be known
Go cry to ur mom, Atkins...Before she too is gone (gunshots)
Murda!!!!No we just dont care
Enter the G-Unit dungeon the Aftermath Lair
G-Unit

(Eminem) Enuff of This candy rap, Ja Rule. You know you′re gay when
you put out a song like Mesmerize.

(beat change to Mesmerize beat)

(50 Cent)

You′re Gay, Yo′re a Fag, I hate it when you try and Diss me
Bring It, Come On You′re trying to rap with 50

It′s a whole different game being in the hip-hop scene
Venni Vetti Vecci was good, but now you′re just not mean
I remember when I used to think you was sick
Now i know what you are, just a small dick
G-Unit got rap covered for many years
I′ll dice you up like that guy from the bible chopped his ears
My gun is loaded with about enuff for your whole crew
1 shot kills u and the others die at the sight of you
your mangled body lying in a heap on the floor
Aint got anuff time to go say goodbye to your whore
G-G-G- G Unit man we got the best
Ashanti watch it, you′ll be next

(Eminem) Ha Ha Ha It′s Over for u assholes!

Beat stops

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I′ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ′head girl, don′t you stop
Keep goin ′til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I′ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste the wad I got
I′ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ′til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon′ back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I′ll break it down for you now, baby it′s simple
If you be a nympho, I′ll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it′s whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I′m the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you ′bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I′m a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I′m tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain′t never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain′t never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my
zipper
It′s like it′s a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn′t it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking ′bout that ass after I′m gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long a


@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

I make a move X2
I make it hot up in here,
look around see what we got up in here.

Chorus: x2
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in U aint fiftin we aint speakin bitch
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in its dr dre and 50 cent trey

They cant do it how i do it im numba one I knew it
I do I do my thing n gangstas bob to it
They shit out tha hit, dam im on a roll
Im like James Brown now, man I got soul
Naw I aint a pimp but hell yeah I got hoes
I was born to do this when I breathe I make a killin
Ya think im bullshittin? My money touchin the ceilin
Cant buy the condos im buying the buildings
No grown women Im killin dude the chillin
U bettah get me boy ill hurt ya feelings
Its over and over Ima keep on winnin
My rolls royce tinted, ya phantom bented
Thats we neva eva eva see you in the hood wid it
Man everybody know, like everywhere I go
When 50 in club, just go outta control
You can blame it on em, or blame it on dre, ok

Chorus X2
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in U aint fiftin we aint speakin bitch
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in (kick em out)
Bring em in its dr dre and 50 cent trey

@ 50 Cent