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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

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[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

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[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.

@ G-Unit

Текст песни:

[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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Текст песни:

[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

Текст песни:

[Skip]
Everytime I′m in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, ′fore you put that fish in
Listen, I know we just came from fishin
But I′m on a mission, you see, there′s money that I′m missin
I got ′em posted, so the move and I′m gonna murder y′all
You and all the trouble goin through by servin y′all
And only cause my man heard of y′all
Other than that, shit, y′all won′t get served at all

[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist′s upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain′t got time for Jacob
I′m still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal

[Chorus] - 2X
Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine
A little bit of ecstacy
That′s why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit a everything

[Young Buck]
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
And rockaby baby, I′m in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles
Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I ain′t new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga

[Lloyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser
And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me i

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Yeah

G-unit

[Intro]
Ive been so many places
Ive seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before
Ive been around the world
Ive meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour

[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) Im rich bitch
(Youve done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(Ima p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz im the shit bitch
Now things change at first they didnt want me now they want me
See a nigga gettin payed they wanna push up on me
You see these hoes chasing a nigga
Have em in a hotel casing a nigga
Treat me like a lollypop like me baby
Then lick Dr Dre and Shady

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

[Tony Yayo]
Sometimes i rhyme slow sometimes i rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these hoes is loose
Wintertimes the staircase summertimes the roof
Gimme 8 days in the 8th hommie im straight
Have a church girl on the bus move an wait
I got birds backstage the serious eye candy
I got birds in the hood so im in to birds with mary
My writing methods got me more hoes than tice and betha
Icy necklace on the tour bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
Im a pimp like preety tone i got the info on the preety chrome
Fuicking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

GGGGG GGGGG G-unit

[Lloyd Banks]
Is shorty aint feelin me shorty must like girls
Coz im only eatin your whirl
Bitch I can make you famous u dont know what your missin
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch dont like me the bitch must dont like men (like men)
I say what I want coz I can
If I didnt id be a liar
Mommy im on fire
Come ride with a rider
The crowd say you might catch the king with a singer
For touching my doorbells the only way ill put a ring on your finger
Give me a convo with two cups an
Im in your bedroom fucking up your sheets like the ku klux klan
I shook hands wiv my fans and fuck em
Im in the hallways tryin to duck em
So i can climb in to somethin
My names B-A-N-K dollar sign bitch
Im a bigme to make that switch
Now come gimmie that

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

(Groupie love I love that shit)

[Outro]
Groupies come and groupies go
And they are allways at our show
So I garb me the tightest one and purseed straight to the mall
Shes so excited thats shes here with me that she feels she should pay here fee
And I did not disagree so she droped down to her knees

[X3]
Groupie love
Yeah

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[50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

[IntroChorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can′t help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
It′s something about your style, it′s something about your smile
It′s something about you making me want you right now
If you don′t like me, then don′t listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I′m a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don′t it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action ′til you′re climaxin′
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "slow down baby"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
Baby it′s hard to look and don′t touch
Girl the way you strut dressed in your Von Dutch
I don′t know if it′s your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I′m parked outside in the blue Denali
There′s room for two, just me and you, if you ′bout it
Ice from Tiffany

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(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64

(Verse 1)
I suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or it R.I.P
I′m stupid rich, got retarded money
I′m special wit it, I got special bread
It′s easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, please leave me now
I f**k when I want, I do what I like
She want the same shit I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat
It never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64

(Verse 2) Tony Yayo
I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
I′m getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
I′m in ??????, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy
I′m in the club frontin, I′m in the club stuntin′
10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain′t nothing

(Verse 3) Lloyd Banks
If home girl wit it, I′m get it, hit it, split it
She′ll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
you look as good as your chess
And when your neck it, I′m ready to f**k
A little head in the truck
If a turn gang good, i′ma let her come up
When the sun goes down, I′ll be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I′m with G-Unit,
Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Verse 4) Young Buck
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... Three, two, one
Yea right now
You got skills on them high heels
When we leave this club, I′m take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
and I ain′t got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it
I′m all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at


(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64

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Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news
Tray pound′s in the house, bad news
40 Kal′s in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news

[Lloyd Banks]
Niggaz mad cause I′m flossin′ bad
I ain′t a wrestler, but I′ll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don′t really like to exercise but I′ll push up on a bitch
Y′all sweet like ninety-nine bananas
That′s why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I′m just a playa that found out where the coaches know
That′s why I′ma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y′all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the fifth grade
That′s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks′ back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony′s back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the second rule please leave the crime scene please
Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time
Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep
Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
Ninth rule don′t say shit cause po-po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the tenth rule don′t put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)

[50 Cent]
Don′t go go against me I′ll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level′s high nigga can′t tell
Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I′m LL
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot
You so much pressure on me when you compare me to ′Pac
I′m just a new kid, I can′t help that I′m hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don′t matter
I′ll fire shots at the chef and watch the sheeps scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through with my knife cause I′m a pain your neck (YEAH!)

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news
Tray pound′s in the house, bad news
40 Kal′s in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news

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[50 Cent]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone Toddy gettin′ his ass whipped so he holdin′ that gat down
His momma think it′s my fault cause he listen to back down
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin′ ??? now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T′s and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Erica the jump shop but he′s smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin′ round with his gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin′ where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin′ round boostin′
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy′s never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I′m so hood, I can′t help it
I′m so hood, I can′t help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can′t change it can′t rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

I′m so hood, I can′t help it
I′m so hood, I can′t help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can′t change it can′t rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

[50 Cent]

Now Im′a six man momma told me god don′t like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don′t love me
So Owen every morning before he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin′ that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin′ all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin′ up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don′t like me
I′ve been locked up 3 times and they ain′t write me
Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D′s jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
Till G put that gunin down that ??

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

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