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Текст песни:

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me)
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus]
50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh
As we proceed, uh

[50 Cent] (Tony Yayo)
You didn′t like the way I wore my hair (what up)
You didn′t like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh)
You didn′t like the little things I do
Just tryin to be close to you (c′mon, c′mon)

Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up
My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up
In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga"
With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga)
When you disrespect me is where I draw the line
You seen my artwork but you ain′t seen me draw the nine
Come through the hood, you′ll get shot homey just cause I say so
I′m the hottest shit on this street, I don′t do J Lo (here we go)

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Hope]
(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?]
(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Oh now I′m houndin you]
(Call me) Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin]
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Man you call me]
(Call me) Girl you houndin me [Yeah whatever]
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking behind chorus]
Uh huh, yeah

[Hope] (Tony Yayo)
I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up)
No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh)
No pies, no cake, couldn′t get a crum nigga (crum nigga)
Fuck too fast, to quick to cum nigga
Now you wanna talk like you big shit
Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick
You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin?
Cause when you′s fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c′mon)

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Tony Yayo]
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck [I just wanna fuck]

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harrasin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of chorus]
Yeah, um, YAYO!

[Tony Yayo]
Don′t call me bitch, don′t be naggin me
Cause the police thinkin ′bout baggin me (baggin me)
You wanna call me on my cell, but don′t got money for bail
And you the main reason that I′m stuck in the jail
You showed ′em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed ′em where the stash at (uh huh)
Got a order of protection, no I′m doin five flat
In my heart I thought you was the one
"Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH)

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet)
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck

[Tweet]
Call me
Call me

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And I′ma drink a lot a water
And I′ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don′t find out
I′m smoking this shit, aight?

Yo, niggas wouldn′t rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn′t cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankie′s pac′s
Lance cut the crack heads blocked up
Thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin′ wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin′ the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like "What up, 50?"
I′m like "What up with you"
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Red Firm
At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack
I′m like "Nah, I ain′t paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back"
Niggas lookin at me like I′m crazy, they shook
I don′t give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked him about ????
Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
seven grand (Fuckin′ crazy)
The man was crazy I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch

Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga

Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin′ right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don′t make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50!

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Chorus: Olivia - repeat 2X]
Boy if you want me, then you can have me
I want you to want me and love me unconditionally

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You want me to want you, you want me to need you
You want me beg and stay by my side
You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you
You want me to just swallow my pride
You want too much from me
Pretending I′m that nigga you lovingg
Last week it was my man, the week before your husband
Girl that ring on your finger means nothing
Its just a waste of money, and he was just a dummy
I know you kiss hI′m and hug him
And tell hI′m that you love him, you lying
Because I hit the first night and I wasnt even trying
You facinated with the flow
You know I′m about to blow
Come to see me at my show
Admire how my wrist glow
You like the way I get the dough
We can go, just to drow
Let your knees hit the floor
I like it when you do it slow
Aint nobody got to know
We can keep it on the low
I don′t like niggas in my business, told you that before

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
You want me to hug you, you want me to love you
You want me to miss you everytime you gone
You wanna shine, you wanna spend time
Girl this is just a fling thing, word is bond
You want too much from me
Everyday calling my phone
You found out my benz sittin on chrome
Wont leave me alone
Catchin feelings cause I′m never at home
I should′ve known not to pick up the phone
Before a nigga got on
You wouldn′t take time out to speak
Then you expect me to take your ass out to eat
I can′t lie girl you sure look good in that mink
Tonight its on you, you gonna buy me a drink
Whatchu think?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
You want me to lay out quality time, like you don′t know I′m on tour
Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh?
Why everytime we talk you askin for more, huh?
You want a nigga to commit, that our relationship shit and
I didnt string you along, you talkin reckless
Shorty look at my necklace
I don′t sell dreams, I sell records
I know your type, used to parade around town
Bumped into an entertainer, now you wanna slow down
Introduced me to family and friends as well
Walkin out the house feeling like a piece of show-n-tell
cheatin cause your boyfriend doesnt like to spend
I hate to bust your bubble but I′m just like him

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] Ay if you hear me out there
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah
"Walk with meeeee..."
[Young Buck] I′m goin to war, I′m goin to WAR!

[Verse One: Young Buck]
You never know when death′s comin, all you hear is gunshots
Lil′ kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
People act like they don′t know who did it, but they notice me
Every day′s a death threat, but I ain′t dead yet
So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
Don′t know where I slept at, just know where my tec at
It′s the first of the month, my bitch ain′t got her check yet
Juvie left me in California, I don′t respect that
I love him too much to beef, so I′ma accept that
But I′ma just step back, and focus on Buck
Tired of ridin in yours, I′m bout to buy my own truck
Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin′"
It′s G-Unit ′til I′m gone, Lord knows I ain′t lyin niggaz

[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
When times get hard and shit hits the fan
God don′t walk with me, he carry me man

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
You don′t know what I been through to get what I done got
If you looked through a scope, you couldn′t hit what I done shot
Couldn′t flip what I done copped, couldn′t tip what I done topped
I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock
When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit
I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza
Your baby momma want me, I don′t want that skeeza
She′s scratched my Beema, but I ain′t seen-her
When I catch the bitch, I′ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA
We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes
Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes
They learned it from Lil′ Kim to let they titties show
I′m the King of the South, this is how it really goes
Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
You know me nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Young Buck]
Half of these kids never read the Bibles
But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do
The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to
I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money
I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain′t want it
(What?) Right then I understood that the hood′s in my blood
So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin ′em know where I′m from
Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists
Wait ′til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge
I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin
So when they see ′em snitch niggaz′ll know who got ′em
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
I know you prayin I get killed nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz
Banks! FREE YAYO!
And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
I′M HERE NOW!

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Текст песни:

[Intro]
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin′ with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop

[Verse 1]
G-UNIT! Somethin′ new, somethin′ new
I′m not that nigga, in your video
I′m not a trick, I don′t love the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the low
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
I′m not that nigga, that you think you know
I walk around with a big four four
You front on me, I′m gonna get at you dog
I be right at your crib, waitin′ at your door
(What up bitches)

[Verse 2]
Comin′ up I ain′t had much, I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make somethin′ out of nothin′ (Yeah)
Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin′ (woo)
Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The older niggas really wasn′t feelin′ the kid
Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib
But you can′t hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled
Back then niggas yousta call me boo
In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and clappin′ then
Country left, strange shit started happenin′
Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
Money turns boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again

[Verse 3]
Nah nigga, ain′t nothin′ change nigga
Yeah I′ve been gone for a minute, but I′m back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SL, nigga I′m doin′ good
Sometime I can′t find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels"
I′m addicted to stuntin′, now that I′m holdin′ somethin′
I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
(oh yeah, let me hold somethin′)
Nigga you high or somethin′
I don′t play games, I′m about my money, nigga buy somethin′
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine

[Outro - 50 Cent talking]
Yeah, don′t ever say I don′t do nothin′ for you nigga
You know, uh, don′t say I don′t look out for ya
Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
And you come back, nigga have ′em, and have my paper for that thang thang
You know what I′m sayin′? Say I don′t want it back, nigga don′t try to use it
And don′t get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that
In fact, I can see ya′ll niggas now
Run around sayin′, 50 gettin′ all this rap money, and he won′t help us (haha)
Sit tight nigga I′m comin′
You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD!
My shit is so hot right now, I′m in a zone

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Intro - Tony Yayo talking] *echo*
YEAH!, your rockin′ wit the talk of New York
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent
G-UNIT, and here we go!

(*Saadiq sings "you should be here," and other parts of the song
in the background throughout the intro and most of the song*)

[50 Cent - Singing] - (Raphael Saadiq)
You should be here wit me bitch
You should come and make me rich
Girl you know you need a pimp
Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy)
You should be here wit me bitch (ew, ew, girl)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
Bitch, (you should be here)

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
Bright and early in the mornin′ come up short with my money
And for sure I′ll kick your ass bitch [what you say]
(You should be here) You fuckin′ with them other niggas
But you know you love the niggas, switch to a pimp bitch [BITCH]
(You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes
You from Atlanta, I′m from New York, but I′m "throwin them bows"
(You should be here) Right here next to me,
Girl I know you tired of fuckin′ for free [WOO, Sing along]

[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
(You should be here)
You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call
(You should be here)
You should be down on your knees, tryin′ to break me off [uh huh, uh huh]
(You should be here)
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
(Well I wish you were here)
You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here)

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] {50 Cent
Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer
I′m a winner, I′m ain′t a regular nigga, ho [Lloyd Banks]
(You should be here) Runnin′ wit a pro, I ain′t a beginner
Niggas know, what, you wanna percentage, no {Hell no
(You should be here) Walkin′ the track, rain, hail, sleet, snow
Anythin′ to speed up the process of the cash flow {gotta get that money man
(You should be here) Catchin′ a date, and breakin′ll keep me straight
Even if you gotta take it in the ass hole {you take it in the ass

[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
(You should be here) You should be that bitch that come [uh huh]
Everytime I call [I told ya′ll motherfuckers]
(You should be here) You should be down on your knees
Tryin′ to break me off (you should be here)
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
[Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga]
You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo]
Uh, yeah, (you should be here)
Look, I don′t really need you, I get my dough, bitch
I got some Coupe′s, I got some jeeps, I got some mo′ shit
(You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos [uh huh]
I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels
(You should be here) I′m internationally known, man everybody know me
Way down in McNolly, they feelin′ me wodie
(You should be here), but you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C [C]
Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP [yeah]

[Chorus 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing]
(You should be), you should be here with me babe
You should be here with me babe
(You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
(You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
(Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
You should be here

[Outro - Tony Yayo - talking]
I told ya′ll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin′ over this shit man (*echo*)
(You should be here) We run the hood (*echo*)
And we run these motherfuckin′ offices (*echo*)
Ya′ll be wiling (*echo*)
(you should be here) If ya′ll hear (*echo*), the fuckin′ (*echo*)
Chase these crackers that′s cuttin′ us right now
(You should be here) Man you still local
I′m out the hood man (*echo), C′mon

[Chorus 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing]
You should be), you should be here with me babe
You should be here with me babe
(You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
(You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
(Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
You should be here

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain′t no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain′t about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I′ll stop ′em from talking like that

[50 Cent]
I′m the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain′t on the shit that I′m on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I′m marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon′ eat and you gon′ starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I′ll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain′t used to a G like you, BLAM!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay ′em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I′m John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there′s no more bullets in the chamber
Ain′t nothing like when you get popped and don′t know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas ′fore 50 couldn′t even hold me
I′m waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don′t discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya′ll, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain′t here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that′ll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don′t understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I′m anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
′Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you′ll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There′s only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

[Chorus]

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Tony Yayo]
Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

[50 Cent]
Yea...Niggas salute me
Uh huh

[Tony Yayo]
We takin over this shit

(50 Cent)

Yo

[Tony Yayo]
G Unitttt

[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Tony Yayo]
Whatcha say whatcha say?

[50 Cent]
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Lloyd Banks]
Yea...Yea...
I′m from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin
For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin
You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
I′m stuck in the past
Shit changed since the 80s (What)
I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
Out here its basketball and speedbags
And guns that′ll stiffin you up like freeze tag

[Tony Yayo]
You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)
Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
While I′m ridin on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You′ll lose 5 liters of blood a thug′s a dead man (come on)

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out

(Tony Yayo)
Home of the new right here

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Lloyd Banks]
Nigga...Nigga
Niggas know I′m hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)
Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)
I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)
I aint straight I′m livin where its hot and sandy
And the Benz′s complexion is cotton candy
I bounced up, thats the best part
You niggas don′t know what pain is
The only scar on ya body′s a stretch mark (stretch mark)

[Tony Yayo]
Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
Cause it′s liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)
Listen homie
We got AKs and Remintons
For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians
Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball
So if you see me in the club I′m in the bathroom stall
Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Tony Yayo]
50 whatcha say??

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

(Lloyd Banks talking over beat)
Yea...G Unit man..
We runnin the streets man
We takin this rap shit over man
This serious man its more then rap nigga
Mention this nigga 50 name nigga
I′m blowin niggas brains out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yea...it aint a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
G Unit klick
My nigga Proav L
Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
134 nigga
We got yall nigga
Yea...uh..uh

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Chorus]

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
I′m lost in your lovin′
I′m simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I′m lost in your lovin′
I′m simply going to drive you , crazy

[Young Buc]

Im lovin′ how you look in my eyes
Swingin′ them hips when you pass
I′m visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the afterparty
I think we make a perfect couple
But you think I′m trouble
Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think im′a be chasin′ the chicken head you own somethin′
Your toes painted half fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin′ what you said that you won′t do
Making decisions shorty good things don′t last long
Your girlfriend keep showin′ me that thong
Before I head home
Im′a stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it′s on

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Bitches be frustrated with the baller
Wonder why I don′t call her
Maybe because I′m busy and she needs someone to spoil her
It gets annoying from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know we′ll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I′m in town
Hate it when I′m not around
I get her and wear down
Next door neighboors hear the sound
Pictures hittin′ the ground
Just enough to hold us down
I′m stickin′ n′ moving cruising after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn′t an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
I′m not your boyfriend I′m your homie.

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her lick her lips
Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
I sweet talking her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right
Look I′m legit now used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefit of world tours
Big house big Benz girl it yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain′t go to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don′t Indulge in my past fuck what happened before you
Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night
We can have a balla night

[Chorus]

I wanna be your lawyer
I really wanna defend you, baby
I′m lost in your lovin′
I′m simply gonna try you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I′m lost in your lovin′
I′m simply gonna try you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby
I wannt be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.

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[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Haha..
Getem Buck!

[G-Unit ~ Chorus]
24s Calicos
Thats how all my gangster roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
Thats how gg-g-unit rolls
24s Calicos
Thats how all my gangster roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
Thats how gg-g-unit rolls

[Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my lap, and the top drop down
An AK in the back cuz a nicca hot now
And I been shooting, and I been robbing
Fifty telling niccas Im a mutherfuckin problem [gun shot]
I come from the bottom, but birds I gotem
I ?grip? two cents in harlem , serve allem
To me what I deserve man
Fuck what you heard man
They doing a ?ten n key?
So who tha real wurd man
They try to stop us, but I load up my choppa
Put my eye in tha scope and popem right in their pajamas [gun shot]
Do what we say so is waitin on Yayo
So we can double back and give the fans what they paid for
Ever since the game came back to reality
These Niccas that aint sellin, they mad at me, but had at me
then, I take it right back tha block
And Tennessee, we known to put tha pirates on the pot

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Banks got.. Jamican queens showin dem around
We about to bounce from Brooklyn den head up town
The first down south nicca getting popping on the east coast
Lyke I dun want ????? Im from the streets hoe
Gotta keep my heat cloaked just incase we bump headz
Im goin backside with a gunshot, shell spray
Fuck what they say, G-units is in diz bitch
With four assault rifles and 6 ?million? clips
Bulletproof beam parked outside da club
So we can shoot at yall, but u cant shoot at us
My westcoast niccas get ur bang on to diz
If u aint throwin

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[Chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i′ll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i′ll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[Lloyd Banks]

You can′t roll wit me i′m Lloyd Banks the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
there ain′t a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I′m on that doggy style shit, man i don′t love a hoe
apple wasn′t around so i had to let my brother know,
never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
most them nigga wouldn′t be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun,
five straight soldier ain′t that tired of being the dumb one,
or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
some niggas hate me in the hood but i don′t owe them niggas shit,
smilein′ all up in my face like i don′t know them niggas sick,
but i can care less, i′m on the album and i′m gettin′ rich.

[Chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i′ll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i′ll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[Young Buck]

Walkin′ and talkin′ spit it how i live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
they said there wasn′t shootin′, but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin′ niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain′t even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I can feel your pain nigga,
I′m still in the game nigga,
There somethin′ bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
See every time we round′ ya hear some shots go off,
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty,
I′mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
you can call me the don.

[chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i′ll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i′ll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[50]

I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i′ll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I′m alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i′ll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
I ain′t a marksman my spark and i′ll spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don′t play bitch,
Move like i′m militant back on that gorilla shit,
Moody, disrespectful, i′m ruley but niggas can′t move me,
I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it′s a problem it′s handled,
I′ll have your people pourin′ out liquor and lightin′ candles,
You fuck around i′ll blow your brains on my new york times,
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It′s crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
First it′s crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst,
We don′t go to funerals but we′ll go to your wake fam,
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.

[Chorus X2]

Nigga you shit on me , i′ll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i′ll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
Hey pass that nigga, we gettin′ high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
50 can′t even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)

[Verse 1]
I can′t smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I′ll fuck you up
I ain′t talkin′ about a fist fight, I′ll cut you up
Yo don′t want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff
Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
I′m a sped ed kid, I′m gettin′ all this paper (uh huh)
You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb
Why the so called smart kids was poppin′ guns
I think about poppin′ a gun, and then get the lump sum
Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
He the one that taught me, what bein′ black′s about
Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend′s
Wrist, Sittin′ up in them Benz, to be in the pen
In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto
Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
Let′s go, let′s flow nigga

[Chorus - Singing] - 2X
War, what is it good for absolutely nothin′
But niggas keep frontin′
Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier
Die like a soldier

[Outro - Talking]
War, state of mercy nigga
You see me pop off nigga
Ain′t no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
You don′t seem nigga, yeah nigga
Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new shit
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
And nigga shy money, ain′t fail nigga
Uh huh, ya heard

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Текст песни:

[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y′know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don′t mean he don′t
Don′t wanna see you smile baby

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I′m gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That′s why it′s just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody′s marchin back
You′re amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you′re Asian, but you′re black
God Bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back
You′d understand why dis feel like that
And ain′t a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain′t gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I′m not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don′t wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I′m just happy I′m around to be (I be the reason you smile)

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I′ve come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you′re busy boo, the evening′s when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease ′em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain′t got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it′s hard to communicate
Cause she don′t speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I′m back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let′s get it on
Cause I′m leavin in a hour, fly-through, don′t matter she′s mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile

[Chorus - 2X]

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain′t no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain′t about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I′ll stop ′em from talking like that

[50 Cent]
I′m the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain′t on the shit that I′m on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I′m marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon′ eat and you gon′ starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I′ll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain′t used to a G like you, BLAM!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay ′em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I′m John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there′s no more bullets in the chamber
Ain′t nothing like when you get popped and don′t know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas ′fore 50 couldn′t even hold me
I′m waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don′t discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya′ll, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain′t here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that′ll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don′t understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I′m anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
′Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you′ll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There′s only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

[Chorus]

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

(chorus)
When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl
your after me cheddar
And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl
I′m after my cheddar

(50 cent)
I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that
Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match
I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes
When I just wanna chill you wanna go out
See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out
You say I′m wrong when I dog yo ass like I should
now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good

(chorus)

(Lloyd Banks)
when you think about me grinding my fans
You even got more watch on but it′s to much time on your hands
They say behind every good man is a woman
So tash pull up stash the cannon linen
I′ll never be your chofuer to the mall
You′ll learn to appreciate cd′s and posters on the wall
fatal attractions is mad real
Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil′s

(chorus)

(Tony Yayo)
They say money make the world go round
Material things make a hoe go down
I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG
Bitch I′m rich but I don′t trick on GP
That′s 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts
Bitch play the strip and put in work
Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract
Now I got to double up in case the condom snap

(50 cent)
Look don′t ask me for shit man
I aint got nothing for you man what?
Bitch what the fuck you mean I can′t sing bitch
Bitch I′m Luther Vandross in the shower
G-UNIT!

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
Long as I can spend the whole night with you

Hennessy sippin′ (got me a bottle)
Bacardi drinkin′ (got me a bottle)
Smirnoff sippin′ (got me a bottle)
Absolut shorty (got me a bottle)
Tangueray sippin′ (got me a bottle)
Absolut drinkin′ (got me a bottle)
E&J sippin′ (got me a bottle)
Champaigne drinkin′ (got me a bottle)

[Lloyd Banks]
I′m gettin′ tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi
Wit′ a model at a party
I got kids, but mommy gon′ be swallowin′ pro′lly
See I always get my way girlfriend, I′m spoiled bad
Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag
Your performance will determine the price
See if you fuckin′ to champaigne, but if not it′s Smirnoff Ice
And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you
But they don′t make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I don′t fuck wit′ scurry ass niggas
That ain′t got a care in the world
I′m fin′ to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl
Admit it, I′m that motherfuckin′ nigga you lovin′
New York nigga, soundin′ like I′m straight up southern
What bitch, don′t try to play me close to see what I′m drinkin′
Yeah I′m rich, I ain′t a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin′
I′m some type a nigga that ain′t ′bout that money man
If I smack you in your face you get funny man
Ha ha

[Chorus]

@ G-Unit