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Текст песни:

[Chorus: scratching]
Pain In Da Ass «Fuck You» [3x]
Styles «I don′t give a fuck» [3x]
Styles «I don′t give a fuck who you are»
Pain In The Ass «Fuck You»
Nas «Niggaz is this and that»
Big Pun «I′m even, even better than before»
Styles «I don′t give a fuck who you are»
Pain In Da Ass «Fuck you»
Nas «Niggaz is this and that, I′m just, I′m just, I′m just the best»
Styles «I don′t give a fuck who you are»
Pain In Da Ass «Fuck you»
Nas «Niggaz is this and that»
Big Pun «I′m even, even better than before»
Styles «I don′t give a fuck 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 shit 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 fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET′S GO

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they′d get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
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 bitch 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 fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y′all be shot the fuck 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)]

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Intro]
YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!

[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that ′bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y′all, and talk shit y′all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!

[Verse 1]
I′m not tellin you to shoot somebody, but if somebody try to shoot you shoot ′em
Don′t waste time, lil′ nigga just do it
Any nigga out of order, must be serviced
See now now you hesitatin boy you makin me nervous
The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet
Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back b!
Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn baby burn
Revolver spinnin again and again you niggas never learn
Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger nigga
So if you hit me and you get me I′ll be back to get ya
Man I might bring the homies in that′s if it′s necessary
See you might not be worried, but I think you should worry
Them bullets come in flurrie, next thing you know you′re buried
YEAH!!! I do away with nine niggas in nine days
My nine sprays, which it don′t go my way
Hold it sideways, fuck around cause a crimewave

[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that ′bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y′all, and talk shit y′all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!

[Verse 2]
I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry
Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me
YEAH! - I′m #1 on Forbes
YEAH!! - They can′t fuck witcha boy
′tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back
Louie V. napsack filled up with G-stacks
I′m sick in the head, me I′m all ′bout the bread
Go ′head fuck with the kid, see it′s just what I said
See the stash, I′m makin double makin kilos bubble
{?} stop, boy I cut you til′ your ma don′t know you
See when we play them +Warriors+ come out to play
You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today
See I′m back on the shit I was on before
So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon′ take ′em to war

[Chorus]
When the strap out, you know what that ′bout
We do it my way, cause a crime wave
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
I wave the heat deep, with my right to speak
Leave the clip y′all, and talk shit y′all
WHOA!!! WAVE!!! WHOA!!! WAVE!!!
OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!! OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!

[Outro]
Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can′t fuck with me
YEAH!!
OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!! OHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!
The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit ya up for me
YEAH! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[chorus: brooklyn]
I still be riding through the ′hood
Into 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 damn, 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
Fuck 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 shit, 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 shit
I pull that thing out i′ma spray that shit
That how I get down

[brooklyn]
Brooklyn she′s so sick in the hood
Got these fat bitches 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 shit 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, shit is poppin′ in the hood

[chorus - 2x]

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[chorus:]
I don′t know what you heard about me
But a bitch can′t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can′t see
That I′m a motherfucking P-I-M-P

[repeat]Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for
dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they
wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I
talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I′m from New
York
I ain′t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I′m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the
kid
Look baby this is simple, you can′t see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P[chorus]I′m
bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I′m a P-I-M-P

Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I′m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I′m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I′m the one you should call
I′ll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve′em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain′t bout shit
I′m your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch[chorus]I
told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I′m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I′m done I ain′t gon
keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it′s secret, but you ain′t gotta keep it on the
low
Bitch choose with me, I′ll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I′ll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain′t paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick[chorus]Yeah, in
Hollywoood they say there′s no b′ness like show b′ness
In the hood they say, there′s no b′ness like hoe b′ness ya
know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain′t got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch


@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[50 Cent]
New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don′t wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It′s easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It′s easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

[50 Cent]
If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn′t smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like
some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I′d get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I′m asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain′t rap ′cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin′ me?
And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil′ drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It′s easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It′s easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

[50 Cent]
Now would you leave me if you′re father found out I was thuggin′?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I′m loving?
Are you mad ′cause I′m asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? ′Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I′m staring at ya′ trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn′t me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that′s all it takes for you to be gone?
And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It′s easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It′s easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I′ll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I′ll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

(feat. R. Kelly)

[50 Cent:]
Yeah 50,

I gave her books to read,
Feed her mind with knowledge,
Gave her street smarts,
Sh-t you can′t get in college,
She′s a reflection of me,
So you know she the sh-t,
If I′m a star she a star, if I′m rich she rich,
That′s my dog,
I tell her stay she wanna go,
I tell her go she wanna stay,
That′s my dog,
You know a b-tch usually don′t mean nothing to me,
That′s right but that′s my dog,
I go left she go right, I go up she go down,
She couldn′t listen now she ain′t around,
So ungrateful screaming I hate you,

She must got amnesia,
B-tch I made you now,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain′t ride with a rider so I ain′t f-cking with you,

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Say say say girl,
Come here,
No, you no, you, her yeah,
You go,
The reason you didn′t get picked
Because you got your nose up your ass,
You smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met your match,
I′m smelling my sh-t too now how you like that,
You coulda had this dude and anything you choose,
And that girl you lose cause I ain′t f-cking with ya,
Shopping sprees drop top hat blowing in the wind,
Coulda been you, living lavish,
Instead it′s your girlfriend,
But you tripping while we sipping,
In the back of a big...

[50 Cent:]
Some say it hurts when you supposed to win and you lose,
You were supposed to be sure baby, you was confused,
I had a thang for ya, I had a ride for ya,
House, cars, kids and a pet name for ya,
P-ssy cat, I told you I′ll make it you ain′t believe,
I guess coming up it was hard, it was easy to leave,
I think about it maybe I′m right, maybe I′m wrong,
Either way shorty life goes on,
When your around my smiles a grin,
My thoughts are a sin,
You asked can we try again,
I ain′t f-cking with you,
It′s on the club jumpin,
I′m tryna to get my liquor in
You want sometin ? again
I′m staring at your thicker friend,
I guess I′m like Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness,
In my hood we all hustle in pursuit of the same sh-t,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain′t ride with a rider so I ain′t f-cking with you,

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly:]
There ain′t no other way to put it except,
I know you′ll understand girl it′s...
... see us in the back of the club popping bottles
And it coulda been you but no
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you yeaah,
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you.

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

Verse 1]
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don′t want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
Spray, there ain′t a shell left in my heat
Ya′ll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain′t gon′ make it
You niggas gon′ get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin′ and shakin′
I′m from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas′ll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, with shorty bouncin′ that ass
I won′t fuck, gimme a second, I′ma holla, I′ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don′t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro′, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don′t know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin′ around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 2]
I don′t trust a mothafuckin′ soul when the D′s come they fool
On my first case they told, where I′m from it ain′t safe
To have more than a 8th, niggas′ll come to your place
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you′ll have to catch ′em and murk ′em
I′m observin′ in my hood, these niggas be dumbin′
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is ′em runnin′
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I′m a hustler, how the fuck I′m supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don′t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro′, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don′t know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin′ around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 3]
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin′ on my block show off
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin′
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin′
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin′ a whippin′
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends, shootin′ diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin′ on that black DeNalli
The grimey niggas where I′m from, they wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon′ ?? and shoot your whip up
It ain′t good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
You know not to do good now

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don′t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro′, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don′t know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin′ around to buck back
In my hood

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?"
I′m a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any nigga I can′t make no money wit
If I can′t make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup

[Tony Yayo]
I get money, money I got
so its a 100 grams or better when I′m going to cop
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
And my down bitch as a holster, like I′m supposed ta
heavy pistol sales for living
my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
while I′m out for the ends, you out for a rep
thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
see me in a black lex, hard-top
My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
So I′m gon sell like the box office features
Niggas in the hood can′t see G-UNIT!
but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
cause we got them three b′s: benzes, burners and bitches
and plus we on the road to the riches

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You can say what you want about me
As long as you don′t get in the way of my money
Cause all that talking shit to me played out
Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out

[Lloyd Banks]
Lately I been going through a phase
Hope they aint tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore I′m on the move with the squad
I′m stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewels on a broad
I′d rather put shoes on the car
A pool in the yard
You don′t really wanna fool with the god
Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards
In this game, you only make it far if you loyal
And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled
Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty
Tryin to be cool
Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school
Keep rappin for your hood, I′m rappin for benzes
And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)
What I learned from watching Brucie B
Look, I shot the sheriff
And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot
Here′s the plan, I′m a keep stackin my ends
Till I′m on airplane seats in the Maebach benz
I′m all about the chips
I done took them trips
22′s on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them outta town niggas, I′m chargin yall more
I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need
But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged
Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
Gimme his watch and his chain
We not the same, he a lame
He want pussy I′m bout my money man
Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
I′ll see you another day motherfucker it′s 50
Shots ′til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker

[Chorus]

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

50 Cent:]
Nights like this
I wish
Rain drops would fall a all
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath
Freeze

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I got a 16 shot Ruger I got 16 cars
All over how I write 16 bars
Ja, Joe and Jada they′re fuckin′ retards
I run Interscope oh oh my god
Your stuff I′ll make it hot
You want I′ll get ya shot
[gunshots over vocals] your coffin′
You′re dead men walking
Now when I′m out in London they say I′m so smart
I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been around the world and aiya ya ya
Must be goin′ crazy
Cause I′m still down to get down to let off rounds
I′m loadin′ up my 380
I can′t wait ′till I see death

[Whoo Kid:] (Damn!, Bring it back)

[50 Cent:]
Nights like this
I wish
Rain drops would fall a all
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath
Freeze

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I got a 16 shot Ruger I got 16 cars
All over how I write 16 bars
Ja, Joe and Jada they′re fuckin′ retards
I run Interscope oh oh my god
Your stuff I′ll make it hot
You want I′ll get ya shot
(gunshots over vocals) your coffin′
You′re dead men walking
Now when I′m out in London they say I′m so smart
I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been around the world and aiya ya ya
Must be goin′ crazy
Cause I′m still down to get down to let off rounds
I′m loadin′ up my 380
I can′t wait ′till I see death
Oh babyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Nigga I′m gonna I′m gonna find you

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I′m tryin′ to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators
My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters
The condos in Vegas cause NY freezin′
My strap is the reason
That you on the floor bleedin′
Came up in the game young watchin′ 50
And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly
Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur
Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been around the world and aiya ya ya
Must be goin′ crazy
Cause I′m still down to get down to let off rounds
I′m loadin′ up my 380
I can′t wait ′till I see death
Oh babyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Nigga I′m gonna I′m gonna find you

[50 Cent:]
Its the first of the month
ha ha, its the first of the motherfuckin′ month nigga
Oh! its a fuckin′ zoo out here man
These fuckin′ chimpanzees man
Fuckin′ monkeys talkin′ ′bout me man
Pull through there man its hot
These niggas out on the curb
I′m like look at these donkies
Bunch of fuckin′ jackasses
Man go do something nigga
What the fuck man
Damn nigga go to jail nigga
Give yourself an excuse for bein′ fuckin′ broke nigga
Come on man
Fuck is up man
This 50 man
South Side man
You already know what I′m about boy

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga
Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger
Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin′ my head
Thinkin′ I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga
Wishin′ I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy
Now those were the days, where crime really pay
9 milly spray, got the f**k out the way
The shootout, the shootout
The bricks went fast, robberies went bad,
niggas got blast
Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid
Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head
Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
It was kangos, caselli shades,
boombers and corn brades
Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades
E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hood rats to get layed, money to get made
Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich
Woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin′ "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram
Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin′ round foamin′ out the mouth
Sayin′ "I dont get on" Im′a lay a nigga out
Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious

I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace
Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny
Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny
F**k with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas
Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas
Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me
My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spotford but never that now
When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk
Send yo punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip
Im take your shit
Thats how the esse′s play, for that s.s.k
Your probably heard through the grape vine,
Im good out Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin′ through the Compton blocks
Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west
In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest
And you niggas best be on your best behaviours
I was bread for this shit, front Im′a blaze ya


[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)

[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside′s up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I′m already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, fuck the chitter chat
I′m the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

Ski Mask Way
[Intro]
Yeah
I′m Tryin to catch me sumthin
I′ma catch you sumthin

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that′s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that′s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That′s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I′ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It′s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

[Verse 1]
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled ′til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil′ bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em′ back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I′m so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery′s career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that′s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that′s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That′s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I′ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It′s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

[Verse 2]

Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n′ niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil′ crew I′ll have em′ pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don′t know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key

[Chorus]

nigga that watch is nice
that′s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that′s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That′s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I′ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It′s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don′t want that shit"
"I don′t give a fuck, I don′t play dat shit"
"And I′m fin′nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That′s the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"
"I′ma get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there′s beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
To me I′ll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There′s no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don′t care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I′ll kill you - I ain′t playin, hear what I′m sayin, homie I ain′t playin
Catch you slippin, I′ma kill you - I ain′t playin, hear what I′m sayin,
homie I ain′t playin

[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I′m candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It′s hot out this bitch that′s a good ′nuff reason
I′ve seen gangsta′s get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God′s on ya side, shit I′m aight wit that
We reload them clips and come right back
It′s a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don′t think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and that ain′t good
If you was smart you′d be shook of me
Cuz I′d get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can′t wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they′ll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I′m down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I′m happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I′ve been in I′m by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin′nin to get get shot it won′t do ′em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones′ll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain′t the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it′s gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don′t wanna get shot I suggest you don′t go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I′ve done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin′nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Intro:]
Dre, niggas think we′re bullshittin′! [gun cocks]
Yeah!
Yeeaaaah!

[Chorus:]
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him!
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin′ the street with him!
Well I put your body in a baaaaag!
Front on me, I′m on ya aaaaass!
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]

[Verse 1:]
Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster hundred shot drums′ll run out!
They dumb out, you heard of me
They call me big homie!
Me I make the register ring! - I′m the cash can!
They make the hammers ring! - They on ya ass now!
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas′ll flip!
Six?, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz!
D′s know about the beef! - You gon′ still get did!
It be your tombstone and your fuckin′ grave they dig!
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I′m like Damien nigga! - When I start gettin′ loose on ya!
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya!
I make it hard to breathe!
I come with your hustle, air it out! - Make it hard to eat!
Have you lookin′ both ways
Like you crossin′ the street!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - Niggas send me the wrong message, we gon′ fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique! - Hollowtips′ll tear up the best of ya!
This ain′t the "Carter" nigga, THIS IS SPARTA!
IT′S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER!
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin′ like a race horse!
Follow orders now! - Yay′ shoot his "Face Off"
You can have one, blast one, it′s mad fun!
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the Tec! - It′s a birth defect!
I was concieved in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch!
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It′s horrific! - Nah it′s terrific!
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Get lifted!
Goddamn I′m gifted!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I tell ′em ride on ′em! - Then they ride on ′em!
Get the line on ′em and squeeze the .9 on ′em!
Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
They say ain′t not a jooks, leave the shines on ′em;
Now you can watch me! - Nigga like the police watch me!
I move proper! - Go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me!
That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like al qaeda natural fighter!
Rapid fire, you′re sweet like apple cider,
The Mack′ll fire, mask like Michael Myers!
It′s off the wire! - When I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass!
You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo′ ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it′s hard to explain it!
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that′s what I do kid!

[Repeat Chorus:]

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[Featuring: Akon]
Ohhhh, don′t even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain′t nuttin change still holla at my homies
Ohh and when I hit the block I still will kill
And I don′t want to, nigga but I will if I got to
Kill, if niggaz get to fuckin around
If niggaz get to fuckin around

[50 Cent]
Yeah... respect come from admiration and fear
You can admire me if you could catch one in your wig
You see the Testarosa, the toaster′s right on my lap
So if a nigga get out of line and nigga get clapped
I got a arsenal, an infantry I′m built for this mentally
That′s why I′m the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I′ll be the end of you
Forget your enemies and think of what your friends′ll do
I drop a bag off, they′ll let a mag off
The Heckler and Koch′ll tear half of your ass off
I′m not for the games, I′m not for all the playing
The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain
Get the message from the lines or get the message from the 9
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, YEAH!

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Yeah... where I′m from death is always in the air homie
Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I come creepin through the hood wearin teflon
Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on
Niggaz know, if not they better check my background
Try and stick me I′ll fill your back with mac rounds

Ask Prim′ nigga 50 don′t "Back Down"
I kick it funky like fiends in the crack house
Cross the line boy I′ma air ya ass out
Screw your face at me I wanna know what that′s ′bout
Nigga I know you ain′t mad I done came up
And if you are, fuck you cause I ain′t change up
The O.G.′s wanna talk but I don′t know these niggaz
And I ain′t did no business wit ′em, I don′t owe these niggaz
a minute of my time, I get it cause I grind
All across the globe like the world′s mine, YEAH!

[Chorus]

[Akon]
{*cell door slams*} Konvict
Now tell me have you ever looked off in the distance
and seen the mac aimin at your head mayne (head mayne)
Before you know it life is flashin reminiscin
and your body is drippin and full of lead mayn (lead mayne)
I done been there (uh-huh) I done copped that (uh-huh)
It ain′t never been a question I′m bout that (uh-huh)
Don′t go there (uh-huh) you get clapped at (uh-huh)
And if you plan to fuck around and re-route that (uh-huh)
You′ll never catch me ridin around on these streets
Without a couple metal pieces under my feet
Fully automatic weapons unloaded will unleash
Stash up under the carpet like a can of sea breeze
50 don′t make me ride on these niggaz (ay)
Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggaz (ohhhh)
50 don′t make me ride on these niggaz (ay)
Cause I be long gone like the ripper, so

[Chorus]

@ 50 Cent

Текст песни:

[intro]
when I′m out in ny boys blunts and phillies
when I′m out in LA boys wraps and swishes

[bidge]
now blow walk to this, now crip walk to this
now throw it up raise it up for that gangsta shit
now blow walk to this, now crip walk to this
now throw it up raise it up for that gangsta shit

[verse 1]
im in my lambo maggot
my fo fo fagget
doors cliffed up im like go go gadget
see this shit I got on
homie i′d hate to
my teflon on boy my goverment issue
I hit your vertebrate,bullet went through tissue
your wife on the futon huggin her shit soon
homie you a bitch you got feminime ways
heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got four fifths and bananas on the case
they got more whips than a runaway slave
me and yayo go back like some high top fades
when I made 50 mil Em got paid
when I made 60 mil Dre got paid
when I made 80 mil Jimmy got paid
I ain′t even got to rap
now life is made
said I aint even got to rap, i′m filthy man

[chorus]
I′m laughin straight to the bank with this
[ha ha haha ha]x4
I′m laughin straight to the bank with this
lyrics 50 Cent - Straight To The Bank текст песни

@ 50 Cent