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Текст песни:

(feat. Eminem)

[50 Cent]
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re scared [x2]

You see, I′m a psycho, a sicko, I′m crazy
I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I′ll come back bigger, stronger and angry

[50 Cent]
Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I′ll get to you
A clip or two′ll cripple you, just ′cause I ain′t got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44
Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I′ll stab it in your back
I′ll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you rest, I′ll make a mess
The holla tips′ll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS
Come pick you up, You know you fucked
When you get on a stretcher
′cause I′ll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven
The system I done been through. If there′s nothing you did to me
They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections?
They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection
It′s murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics
But they can′t find a fingerprint this shit′s going terrific
He′s so close to your target that it′s really hard to miss it

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Man these are average raps, I′m keepin the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid
You pop off the top it’s like opening vats of acid
Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid
Attack a snatch, yeah there’s something to jack a batch in
Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s
Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins
Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again
The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous
But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out
It’s past your curfew when its dark, I’m searchin for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up
Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop
Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top.

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
I’m as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me,
Killing so villainously,
Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers,
You know what we’re like on the muthafucking mic so try us
And you’re gonna find out what the fuck we’re like with pliers.

[50 Cent]
It’s operation time they got em hooked up to wires,
Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is,
Even murderous tactics, get better with practice,
Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,
Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn.

[Eminem]
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn,
I’m debating, mutilating the lady,
You’ve been waiting for shady
And Fif. Ain′t no duplicating it baby,
There’s a baby in the drive, there’s a torso in the washer,
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her,
Arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her,
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica′s I squashed her,
And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub.

[50 Cent]
When I′m through with Ricky it′ll be blood that′ll cough up
A hard rock, a soft fuck
Get caught up and get washed up,
In Detroit or Northfolk,
When it′s disrupt and nauseas,
Look deep in my eyes, see Many Many Men die,
I swing gym stars faster than Samurai.

[Chorus]

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead,
baby I could be all you need,
If you follow my lead
Follow my lead,
I′ll hold you down put your trust in me,
baby follow my lead
Follow my lead,
I think God made you for me,
follow my lead
Follow my lead,
I′m the one Girl in time you′ll see

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It′s New York, to London, you wonderin′
whats gonna be the next stop
I told you, Im′a Don you goin′ on ma′dam
After you shop ′till your feet hurt in Malones
Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish
They say the scene of me
was made for lovers out in Paris
The risers and the beleivers sayin′ "50 we love you"
But out there, theres no me so I love them
You may not recognize this, the reason I exist
Deliver best than the best so perfection I guess
Just like I miss the stress, I′ll pass the test
Everytime I drop, Im burnin′ hot
I dont care If she loves me or loves me not
As long as I enjoy the time that we spent
I dont care, baby we could f**k and be friends
Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz
You know its me...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead,
baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead,
I′ll hold you down put your trust in me,
baby follow my lead
Follow my lead,
I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead,
I′m the one Girl in time you′ll see

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Intro: 50 Cent]
What you sayin boy, boy? (boy)
Ha ha! Said what you sayin boy, boy? (boy)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
See, the weak get walked on, the soft get barked on
See me, I never ever ever runnnn
Niggaz say the wrong shit to me, like he wan′ do me
Somebody lead him with my gunnnn
What you sayin boy? You think I′m playin boy?
Watch your mouth girl, this a man′s world
What you sayin boy? You think I′m playin boy?
Watch your mouth girl, this a man′s world

[50 Cent]
Listen nigga you play me, and I′ma go crazy
You push me I′ma motherfuckin trip
I come trippin through yo′ set, bustin off my tec
I gives a fuck if you′s a Blood or a Crip
Nigga from J.F.K. to L.A.X. I′m back through the sets again
Gangsta life that′s right, crazy-ass Mexicans
Do it the raw way, broad day, AK
Spray cause a melee, mayday mayday!
Freak bitch suck me on tape like Ray J
Niggaz that I′m up against know they can′t fade me
I′m the last one, you know the last don
She know she wan′ come, bitch bring ya ass on!

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
See I come from the Southside where niggaz is outside
Right now with the rubber grips
Niggaz say they gon′ see me, to hit ′em on G.P.
Then I bless ′em with the chains full of bricks
When you come from where I′m from, you come from the bottom
They ain′t supposed to get this rich
So the Fed′s got my phone tapped to treat me like Fat Cat
Now I′m thinkin "Man ain′t this a bitch!"
Niggaz stick cola in cola, from movin the yola
Next thing you know they up in yo′ crib
Sayin where′s the stash at? You move they gon′ blast that
So I suggest you stand still kid

[Chorus]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
This a man′s world...
Watch your mouth girl, this a man′s world

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Intro]
This is how monster′s function..

Leave me aloneee..
I ain′ fuckin′ with nobody..

[Verse]
Keep fuckin′ with me you gon′ turn me back to Boo Boo
Have me casin′ out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin′ noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus′ smiled from ear to ear, sayin′ take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain′t got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty′s like the Ying Yang Twinz, Ahh..
That′s spot clickin′ till the D′s run in
Then it′s bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane
In a ill Herringbone I got ′um swingin′ Heroine
I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I ain′t no chump
Then you can run Forrest run retard when I dump
They take kindness for weakness, niggaz don′t respect that
So me I′m where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
Some look at me I′m on now, I thought we was rich then
Shit man, but you had like, twenty bricks in Richmond
We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreamin′
We jus′ got in the town, we was strapped up schemin′
First Country caught a body, then country caught a body then
I popped a couple niggaz, then country shot everybody
It′s cold blooded, it′s real shit you got to love it
Tre-Eight Snub it, and don′t think nuttin′ of it
It′s the way of the wolves, it′s how they train us to move
Get it poppin′ when we shoppin′ niggaz hold down the two′s..

[Chorus]
I seen niggaz gettin′ rich..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I was tired of havin′ shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I seen niggaz gettin′ hit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
We was slingin′ that shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
Here I am..

[Verse]
Yeah..
I was ?? since we was little niggaz son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven
Niggaz popped his whip up, hit his can we were seven
He a lucky muhfucker I bet he make it to heaven
My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk
My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fuckin′ stash up
I had two-hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch
I mean I′m what you call smoke man, I′m what you call snort
First the VCR went, then the tv went
He stole outta mommy purse, she thought it was me kid
I ain′ ask her for no money son cause I was out hustlin′
She was lookin′ at me sideways like I′m a thief or somethin′
That hurt me, c′mon son that wouldn′t hurt you
I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple
I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge
The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub..

[Bridge]
The Lord don′t have imperfections baby..
So I think I′m perfect the way he made me..
Some say I′m cool, some say I′m crazy..
Some say I ain′t shit, some say I′m amazin′..

[Chorus]
I seen niggaz gettin′ rich..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I was tired of havin′ shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
I seen niggaz gettin′ hit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
We was slingin′ that shit..
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by..
Here I am..

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It′s 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain′t got tyme to waste
Let′s make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin′
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin′
You ain′t a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain′t no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I′ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush ′em everytime, punch ′em with every nine
I′m fuckin with they mind
I make ′em press rewind
They know they can′t shine if I′m around the rhyme
Been on Paroza′s, 94 cuz I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D′s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin′
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin′
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain′t got nuttin

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I′ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I′m livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain′t gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin′ the same ol′ two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don′t go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Me I′m no monsta, me I′m no gangsta
Me I′m no hitman, me I′m jus me, me
Me I′m no wanksta, me I′m no acta
But it′s me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I′m gettin′ what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I′m gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd′ 50, how?
We ridin ′round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK′s and AR 15′s?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

(feat. Lloyd Banks)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds)
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down

[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Oh I think she like me, hell yeah she like me
My watch game crazy, Audemar′s so icy
She like it when I stunt, me I′m what she want
I′m in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread (get it get it get it)
Got money out the asshole, the money on my head
Don′t mean nothin, I said don′t mean nothin (get it get it get it)
The Rose in the Rover I′m drinkin and I′m drivin
That nigga try and get at me I′m pullin out and firin
To see if I′m stuntin, the piece it ain′t nothin
Royal fees ain′t nothin, I just blow a lil′ somethin
Now shorty got a thing for me she feel like I′m the shit
My guess is I′m the kind of nigga she wanna be with

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50)]
Hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I′m a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed.
She′ll be an A student time she get out my bed
I′m flashy, I′m rollin with the stones
Get at me, I′m movin with the chrome (get it get it get it)
A made man, a Don Corleone
No matter where I′m at I′m doin what the fuck I want
I′m shinin, my wrists all canary
Now try me, I keep a shooter near me
I′m grindin, like I ain′t made my first mil′
Like I ain′t signed a first deal, like I ain′t at the first meal
I′m hungry, I really want it all
Now watch me, I′ll show you how to ball (get it get it get it)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Life in the fast lane, fast car fast cash
Freak bitch, fast ass (get it get it get it)
I′m where the money at mayne, fast on the draw
Fast runnin from the law (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don′t believe me, then come with me tonight
And I′ll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic
I got the magic stick

[50 Cent]
I′m a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon′ want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive shit I don′t share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can′t stop us
Been a fiend for this since Rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it′s time to switch
I′ll rock the boat, I′ll work the middle
I skeet it up, straight beat it up..
.. and I ain′t in the hood with my toast out loc′n
I′m in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight′s the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now,
tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause I can back it up
My left stroke′s the death stroke

[Chorus: Lil′ Kim]
I got the magic clit
I′m on fire, lick once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don′t believe me,
then come with me tonight
And I′ll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit

[Lil′ Kim]
Lil′ Kim not a whore
But I sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don′t test my skills
Cause my head game have you HEAD over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin Lambo′s with the same color wheels
.. and I ain′t out shoppin spendin dudes C-notes
I′m in the crib givin niggaz deep throat
Tonight Lil′ Kim gon′ have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, I′m answerin the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I′ll do it anywhere, anyhow, I′m down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain′t made for chumps
When Lil′ Kim′s around you don′t need to lie
It′s the "Drugs" baby, I′m makin ya HIGH!!

[Chorus: 50 Cent + (Lil′ Kim)]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
(I am the baddest chick)
(Shorty you don′t believe me,
then come with me tonight)
(And I′ll show you maaagic - what? What?)
Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(I got the magic stick)

[Lil′ Kim + (50 Cent)]
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue,
I know you tastin it
(Sex ain′t a race)
But I have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is (one minute, six seconds)
(Magic stick) I got the magic bop
Have that ass trickin′ after one bad shot
(The gifts, the ice, I like that a lot)
The minks, the leathers, the CL drop

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don′t believe me, then come with me tonight
And I′ll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic
I got the magic stick

[Chorus: Lil′ Kim]
I got the magic clit
I′m on fire, lick once, I get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don′t believe me,
then come with me tonight
And I′ll show you maaagic
(What? What?) Maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Intro:]
1!
1-2!
GRRR!

[Verse 1:]
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash.
Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast!
I make it so HOT! - One shot′ll melt your ass!
GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain′t dead!
I′m far from eccentric, I′m so PSYCHOTIC
I don′t need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT!
When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don′t talk to me!
′Less you wan′ talk about usin′ a Hawk for me.
When Al blew Black away I had ′em on some stupid shit
Then my rap shit WORKED! - Now I′m super stupid rich!
All I do is stunt now! - I′m so Maybach!
There I go frontin′ again I meant to say laid back!
GO ′HEAD! Move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve ′em with the Semi feed ′em a clip for breakfast.

[Chorus:]
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it′s murder one, when I toss my gun!
You might see me let it off, you might see me run!
But you won′t see shit time the police come! - Huh?

You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it′s murder one when you see my gun!
I jus′ squeeze and squeeze ′til the whole clip done!
You jus′ bleed and bleed till the police come! - Huh? You want some?

[Verse 2:]
I got a 8th of dope left [phone rings] half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle! - TRY ME I let ′em murk you!
Got more guns than a gun store, beefin′ what you want boy
You wan′ be nice to me? ! - You wan′ shoot dice with me? !
You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous?
Nigga we from the same hood! - We come from the same shit!
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch!
Gettin′ money is necessary so me I′m a visionary!
And I′m sayin′ that house - should be a crackhouse!
Now see it how I see it; or I bring the Straps out!
The Tec and the Mack out! - The Sig and the Taurus!
The Coke and that Heckler - then nigga we warin′!
I let my pistol speak for me and all of ′em foreign.
Click-clack! - Comprende? I′m criminal minded!
Toss money in the sewer! - Bet nobody find it!
Till it′s rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun! - What?

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Outro:]
Come get it, I′m strapped now, I′m with it!
Come get it! [echoes]
Huh, you want some?
Come get it, I′m strapped now, I′m with it!
Fuck that nigga! [gun cocks]
Huh, you want some?

@ 50 Cent

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:

[Intro]
High-speed Ferrari movement
3rd lane switching lanes, whuddup?
Brooklyn, whuddup?
Fa′rock, whuddup?

[Chorus]
While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm), kissin′
I was cookin′ one-thousand grams in my kitchen
While Nas was tellin′ Kelis, "I love you boo"
I was shinin′ my nine, ya know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah)
I got-I got a fully loaded clip

[Verse 1]
You wann′ problem wit′ me? - No problem, it′s all good
I ain′t fresh out the hood, I′m still in the hood
Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when ya see me
I appear and disappear wit′ the heata like Houdini
They parry wit′ bullshiit - git′cha azz popped
Don′t believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot
I′m in the cut like germs, I do durrt like worms
Smoke weed, now I′m sure, nigga it′s my turn
I fire on ya azz, dem hollow-tips burn, baby burn
I′m screamin′ "Fuck the cops!", ′fore I ′round my glock
Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck dat box!
Dat′s how P. got knocked, dat′s how jewl got drop
But Dre beat dat nigga, go ′head, repeat dat nigga
You might learn a lil′ summin′
if you learn to stop frontin′
My nigga look easy on three p′s b-p′s, rollin′ locc-in′
I′m runnin′ wit′ the Dope-man

[Verse 2]
Have the dice game, I′m bet it all,
you hear what I′m sayin′?
Take grand and I fall betta nigga, I ain′t playin′
I tryinna git it, holla at me if ya wit′ it
And lace up the chuckas, wit′ can ? mothafuckas
My stomach is growlin′, they say dat I′m wyllin′
I′m doin′ my numbas, I′m gittin′ violent
They hearin′ me rap and they think dat I′m playin′
Till they see the barrel and they see the flame
I need full co-operation man, give us the chain
The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain′t playin′
I fire dat thang, it sound insane
Holla, I got dat news candi mayne

[Chorus]
When Jeezy and Keysha was (Mm mm), kissin′
I was baggin′ one-thousand grams in my kitchen
When Trina was tellin′ Wayne, I love you boo
she was just runnin′ games, she told Buck dat too
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip

[Outro w/ ad-libin "I got-I got fully loaded clip"]
Now nigga, lemme show ya whudd I do this right here!
Now, the rugger hold 16!
I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got dat!
One in the head, ′till it fell!
I put anutha one in it the clip, I put it back!
Let the bullets burn!

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

The realest thing
that you can do is just putting a drum beat
whit nothing but a drum beat

Niggers, niggers copy my style
so I need to switch up on them

I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo′ pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D′s will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go ′head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!

We movin′ on up, yeah we gettin′ that dough, fa′ sho′
We movin′ on up, you′ll get chromed up,
cash is flow fa′ sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin′ on up, yeah we gettin′ that dough, fa′ sho′
We movin′ on up, you′ll get chromed up,
cash is flow fa′ sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
lyrics 50 Cent - Movin′ On Up текст песни

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

ft. 2pac, Snoop Dogg

[somebody talkin′]
Yo,Red Spider...
Is that 50 Cent and Pac ready?
Lemme know,holla

[2pac]
It′s go′n be some stuff you go′n see
That′s go′n make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac

[2pac]
Is it
Money and women,funny beginning′s tragic ending′s
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin′
And since my life is based on sinnin′,I′m hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin′ held down

[Snoop]
Yo,that shit is crazy Whoo Kid
Bring that muthafuckin beat back man

[2pac]
It′s go′n be some stuff you go′n see
That′s go′n make it hard to smile in the future

[50 Cent]
Yea nigga...ha ha
Lets go nigga,dis is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald,then you want to cut yo head bald
Tupac wear a bandana,you wanna wear a banadana (what do we have here now)
Tupac put a cross on his back,You wanna put crosses on yo back
Nigga,you aint Tupac

[2pac]
Is it
Money and women,funny beginning′s tragic ending′s
I can make a million and still not get enough of spendin′
And since my life is based on sinnin′,I′m hell bound
Rather be buried that be worried,livin′ held down
My game plan to be trained in
Military mind of a thug lord sittin′ in a cemetery cryin
I′ve been lost since my adolescence calling for Jesus
Ballin′ as a youngster wondering if he see′s us
Young black males
Crack sales got me three strikes
Livin′ in jail this is hell enemies die
Wonder when we all pass,is anybody listnin′
Got my hands on my semi shotty,everybody′s snitchin′
Please god can you understand me,bless my family
Guide us all before we fall into insanity
I′m makin′ a point to make my beatin′ bumpin′ raw life
Drop some shit to make these stupid bitches jaw tight

[50 Cent (2pac)]
Till makaveli return it′s all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it′s go′n be- go′n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that′s what we go′n see- go′n see

[50 Cent]
This is a cry for mercy,I promise
My success would be the death of you
Low and behold,you sold ya soul,theres nothing left of you
Look in the mirror,ask yourself,who are you
If you dont know who you are,how could ya dreams come true
Muthafucka,I sat backed and watched ya,you pretended to be Pac
You pretended to be hot,but you not,now (no www)
I see it so clear,you cant take the pressure,you pussy
I warned you not to push me
You see me,and chills,run up ya spine
GOD made menace in war,but ya heart aint like mine
And plus,they look at me like I′ma menace
I was playing wit guns,while ya momma had you and yo friends playing tennis
I′ma nightmare,you see me in ya dream
Wake up,and turn on ya t.v. and see my ass again
You cowardly hearted,you couldn′t make it on ya own
FUCK THE SOURCE,I′M ON THE COVER OF ROLLIN STONE

[50 Cent (2pac)]
Till makaveli return it′s all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it′s go′n be- go′n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that′s what we go′n see- go′n see

Till makaveli return it′s all eyes on me- on me (what do we have here now)
And you can hate it or love it,but thats what it′s go′n be- go′n be
Shoulda listened,I told you not to fuck wit me- wit me (what do we have here now)
Now can you take the pressure,that′s what we go′n see- go′n see

@ 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:

Ya′ll niggas know (wut wut ya′ll niggas know what I′m about)
Ya′ll niggas know, find me at my do′ when the guns come out

I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I′m fuckin′ crazy, they think I′m out my mind
Cause I′m down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin′ my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I′m doin′ my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I′ll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

Ya′ll niggas know (wut wut ya′ll niggas know what I′m about)
Ya′ll niggas know, find me at my do′ when the guns come out

In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don′t know I′m around
Hop out, hit ′em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187′s in progress
Hard niggas finna′ soften up when that lead touch ′em
You cut ′em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin′ em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don′t wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they ?? fathom too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who signed ?? actually let their guns talk
I′m cool with some bloods, I′m cool with some crippes
I′m cool but if there′s a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don′t know karate, but I split the bricks
I don′t love ′em loverboy, we the shit bitch

Ya′ll niggas know (wut wut ya′ll niggas know what I′m about)
Ya′ll niggas know, find me at my do′ when the guns come out

I′ll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, ?? run you′re still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, ?? I will comodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fuckin′ with me, there′s no tomorrow
niggas′ll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

Ya′ll niggas know (wut wut ya′ll niggas know what I′m about)

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

*Lloyd Banks*

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cuz mah buzz gettin strong and they mad I′m on
He ride wit me when I pass the mall
He′ll wait for me on da bench when I run a game of basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask n all
Bring ya buddy when its time to roam (Why?)
Cuz I got hit last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, da shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside mah home
He aint never been broke, he glitchless
He so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam and a scope for distance
Da best company when approachin business
He′ll ride wit me till da end
We all gotta friend and mine is a G U N

*50 Cent*

My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

*50 Cent*

My buddy got a temper
He dyin to pop off
Last time he did da cops had da block all locked off
Take him wit me to hussle, stashed him in da trash can
My fingertips sore from four hours of back grams
You meet him
Your destination hell or heaven
Cuz I only bring him out for that 187
He dun have a heart
I juss keep feedin him shells
He get it poppin in da hood, so his name ring bells
Ms.Jones stayed on da third floor
She called da cops on me
Dey came, I ran, I had to toss my humble lil homie
Niggaz know I got new friends, so they stay in dere place kid
I stay screamin on niggaz and beatin up base heads
These niggaz sayin donnie juss like it pretend
Keep fuck around and say hello to my little friend (Gun shots)

*50 Cent*

My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

*Young Buck*

We been through it all, and yet we both still leavin
We been in da box, but we both still spittin
And when it was peace
You even played yo position, got under da seat
Until we spotted our victim
At first dey wouldn′t listen until they herd you go off
Rememba it was broad daylight in da middle of New York
And lil did they know we was ready for war
I bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out da door
See whenever you come out sumthin happen on da block
You da reason that nigga dun stop rappin like Pac
People see you and run n you aint even say shit
They juss know you aint nuttin to play wit
You stayed wit sixteen homies and one in da hole
When da first one get out da next one goes
To know in ya head you gotta know where you been
Da glock stays wit me
We friends to da end

*50 Cent*

My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
I don′t know what you take me for
I really don′t play that shit
I ain′t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 1]
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its killin me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon′ be strong enough to take this shit
I′m in the hood ridin′ round with a chrome fo′ pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt to gat bust, I get to kickin′ up dust, ′fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if D′s start askin′ question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo′ sho′, whether I′m poor or I′m filthy rich
Now what you know about movin′ that Peruvian Flavor for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

[Chorus x2]
I don′t know what you take me for
I really dont play that shit
I ain′t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22′s, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got racked, then I went back and got that six
I′m in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call it ′the milk truck′ and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin′ at the light, damn pimpin′, you should take time to check that bitch
If i can ride through the hood, actin′ like its all good, but I′m lookin′ for jooks and shit
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, and find me and my niggas in ya crib
Nigga holla if there′s a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got them macs, got them nines, got them tecks all the time, hollow-tips and them extra clips

[Chorus x2]
I don′t know what you take me for
I really play that shit
I ain′t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Bridge]
Man I′m tired of tellin′ niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I′m tired of tellin′ niggas over and over I won′t hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I′m tired of tellin′ niggas over and over they can hustle and I′m in your shit
Man I′m tired of tellin′ niggas over and over you don′t listen you gon′ get ya ass hit

[Outro]
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah

@ 50 Cent