G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003)

G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003) by G-Unit (보컬) on maniadb.com

국외음악

Beg For Mercy

Share your own covers

buy music at

RELEASE DATE:	2003-12-00
DURATION:	68:42
# OF TRACKS:	18
ALBUM TYPE:	정규
GENRE/STYLE:	랩/힙합 이스트 코스트 랩 하드코어 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	3359

TRACKS

Disc 1

G-Unit

3:29

[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home
I come to break your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And never know what happened
When we come through them
cowards dont want none
They screamin’ that they murderer’s
but walkin' with no guns
Come here nigga don’t wanna die
where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon
and your life I'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon
and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' thinkin
security gunna save ‘em
Nobody gon’ speak
when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya
"we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner
by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night
and the neighbors gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to
it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus]

We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]

Now I told ya'll on my first
Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than so so the games
in the choke hold
Diss me is a nono
I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin'
from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin'
we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cocked ready
for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy
with them llama's
Non-stop make it hot we
on top regardless
You could be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not your average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit
that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Guess who's back mothafucker
gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas
that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes
on none of ‘em fit
Your hundreds are shorter
I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter
a couple cars and a lawyer
Condom packin' a bitch
and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell
you thought it was
I got expensive habits
I can't afford it cuz
G-Unit is poppin'
and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin'
as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me
off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus
so I can bring the techs with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older
you niggas ain't gettin over
G-U-NIT

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home
I come to break your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And never know what happened
When we come through them 
cowards dont want none
They screamin’ that they murderer’s
but walkin' with no guns
Come here nigga don’t wanna die 
where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon 
and your life I'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon 
and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' thinkin 
security gunna save ‘em
Nobody gon’ speak 
when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya 
"we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner 
by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night 
and the neighbors gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to
it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus]

We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]

Now I told ya'll on my first 
Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than so so the games 
in the choke hold
Diss me is a nono
I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin'
from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' 
we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cocked ready
for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy 
with them llama's
Non-stop make it hot we 
on top regardless
You could be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not your average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit 
that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Guess who's back mothafucker
gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas 
that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes
on none of ‘em fit
Your hundreds are shorter 
I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter 
a couple cars and a lawyer
Condom packin' a bitch 
and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell
you thought it was
I got expensive habits 
I can't afford it cuz
G-Unit is poppin' 
and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' 
as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me
off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus 
so I can bring the techs with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' older
you niggas ain't gettin over
G-U-NIT

[Chorus]

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Poppin' Them Thangs

작곡:G-Unit

G-Unit

4:01

[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs

[Verse 1] (50 Cent)
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar
I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I’m confused, I like Megan, Monica, and Mya
Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up
I’m on now, god damn it I done came up
Now you could find me with the finest hoes
Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up
Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up

[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs

[Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks)
Slow down little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don’t need no weed
I’ve been in LA for a year now
So I don’t see no seeds
After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me
So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins

[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs

[Verse 2] (Young Buck)
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting’ money
I know some artists is starvin’
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin’
Cuz on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like gang
See I’ve been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles

[Chorus] (50 Cent)
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them t"

[Verse 1] (50 Cent)
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar
I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I’m confused, I like Megan, Monica, and Mya
Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up
I’m on now, god damn it I done came up
Now you could find me with the finest hoes
Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up
Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up

[Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks)
Slow down little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don’t need no weed
I’ve been in LA for a year now
So I don’t see no seeds
After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
Hell yeah, I fuck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me
So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins

[Verse 2] (Young Buck)
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting’ money
I know some artists is starvin’
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin’
Cuz on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like gang
See I’ve been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

My Buddy

G-Unit

3:45

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up
out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place I recommend
or say hello to my litte friend

[Lloyd Banks]

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong
And they mad I'm on
They ride with me
when I'm past the mall
Don't wait for me on the bench
when I'm playin' a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask
and all
Bring your buddy
when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time
I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum
the shine is chrome
He even got closet space
inside of my home
He ain't never been broke
he glitchless
So reliable I bought him
a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn't proach
in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy gotta temper
he dyin' to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had
the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle
stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours
I backround
She meet him his destination hell
or heaven
Cause I only bring em out
for that 187
He dont have a heart
I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood
so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor
she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss
my othrt little homie
Niggas they all got new friends
so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz
and beatin' up base heads
These niggaz sayin' doley
just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around
they gon say hello to my little friend.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Young Buc]

We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef
you even played your position
Got under the seat until
we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen to
they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight
in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was
ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never
stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out
something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done
stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run
and you even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed
you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up 
out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place I recommend 
or say hello to my litte friend

[Lloyd Banks]

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong 
And they mad I'm on
They ride with me
when I'm past the mall
Don't wait for me on the bench 
when I'm playin' a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask 
and all
Bring your buddy 
when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time 
I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum 
the shine is chrome
He even got closet space
inside of my home
He ain't never been broke
he glitchless
So reliable I bought him 
a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn't proach
in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy gotta temper 
he dyin' to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had 
the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle 
stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours 
I backround
She meet him his destination hell 
or heaven
Cause I only bring em out 
for that 187
He dont have a heart
I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood 
so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor 
she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss
my othrt little homie
Niggas they all got new friends 
so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz
and beatin' up base heads
These niggaz sayin' doley 
just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around 
they gon say hello to my little friend.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Young Buc]

We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef 
you even played your position
Got under the seat until 
we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen to 
they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight
in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was
ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never 
stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out 
something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done 
stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run 
and you even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed 
you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

I'M So Hood

G-Unit

2:25

(50 Cent)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone tired of 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
Eric had a 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 school 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
Til G put that gun in down that seat and said it wasn't mine

(Chorus: 50 Cent)

(50 Cent)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone tired of 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
Eric had a 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.

(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 school 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
Til G put that gun in down that seat and said it wasn't mine

(Chorus: 50 Cent)

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Stunt 101

작곡:G-Unit

G-Unit

3:52

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming,
I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming,
I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt

[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man,
I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better
when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth
of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to
watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum
or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man
your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe
Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing,
yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that,
so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville,
Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys,
save ten for me nigga

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT

[Chorus]

[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, 
I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, 
I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt

[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man,
I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better
when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth 
of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to
watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum 
or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man
 your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe
Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, 
yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that, 
so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, 
Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys,
 save ten for me nigga

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT

[Chorus]

[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go

[Chorus]

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Wanna Get To Know You

작곡:G-Unit

G-Unit

4:25

[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 call her
Maybe because I'm busy
and she needs someone to spall her
Hiccups annoy ya 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 her 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 talk 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 benefits 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 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

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.

[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 call her
Maybe because I'm busy 
and she needs someone to spall her
Hiccups annoy ya 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 her 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 talk 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 benefits 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 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

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.

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Groupie Love

G-Unit

4:14

(50 Cent)

Yeah, G-Unit, Haha.

I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before
I've been around the world
I've met all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour (Uh huh)
(Getting paper things change) I'm rich bitch
(You done heard of my name) 50 Cent bitch
(I'm a P.I.M.P.) I'm a pimp bitch
(You done heard of me) Cause I'm the shit
???? At first they didn't want they want me
See a nigga gettin' paid they want push 'n pull me
You see these ho's chasin' a nigga
I have them in the hotel chasin a nigga
50 like a lolipop lick me baby
Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady
Oh!

(Chorus)

Groupie love,
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P.
When ho's around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wit me
It's alright wit me
Come on and give me that groupie love.

(Tono Yayo)

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these ho's is loose
Wintertime the staircase summertimes the roof
Give me eight days in the eighth homie I'm straight
Have a church girl on the bus moving weight
I got birds backstage thats serious eye candy
I've got birds in the hood so I'm into birds with bambi
My writing methods got me more ho's than Tyson Meth
The icy necklace on the tour butt ass naked
When I say jump bitch say how high
And flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone
I got the info on pretty chrome
Fuckin' ho's off fiddy's phone
My name more weight you barley known
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barley grown
(Yeah!)

(Chorus)

(50 Cent)

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-UNIT!

(Lloyd Banks)

Shorty ain't feeling me
Shorty must like girls (like girls)
Cause I'm all the man in your world
Bitch I can make you famous
You don't know what your missing
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch don't like me the bitch must not like men
I say what I want because I can
If I didn't I'd be a liar
Remind me I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider
I travel so you might catch the king with a singer
But touching my door bell is the only way I put a ring on your finger
Give me a car rolling two cups and I'm in bedroom
Fucking up your seats like the Coo Clucks Clan
I shook hands with my fans to fuck em'
And I'm always tryin' to duck em'
So I can climb into somethin'
My name is B-A-N-K-S dollar sign bitch
I'm a bentley to make that switch
Come and give me that.

(Chorus)

(tony yayo)
Groupie love, I love that shit
Hoooooooooooooo
Groupies come and groupies go
And they always at a show
So I always grab me the tightest one
And proceed to the slraight to the mall
She so much tighter that she's here with me
That she feel's she should pay a fee
I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees
Groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.

(50 Cent)

Yeah, G-Unit, Haha.

I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before
I've been around the world
I've met all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour (Uh huh)
(Getting paper things change) I'm rich bitch
(You done heard of my name) 50 Cent bitch
(I'm a P.I.M.P.) I'm a pimp bitch
(You done heard of me) Cause I'm the shit
???? At first they didn't want they want me
See a nigga gettin' paid they want push 'n pull me
You see these ho's chasin' a nigga
I have them in the hotel chasin a nigga
50 like a lolipop lick me baby
Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady
Oh!

(Chorus)

Groupie love,
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P.
When ho's around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wit me
It's alright wit me
Come on and give me that groupie love.

(Tono Yayo)

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these ho's is loose
Wintertime the staircase summertimes the roof
Give me eight days in the eighth homie I'm straight
Have a church girl on the bus moving weight
I got birds backstage thats serious eye candy
I've got birds in the hood so I'm into birds with bambi
My writing methods got me more ho's than Tyson Meth
The icy necklace on the tour butt ass naked
When I say jump bitch say how high
And flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone
I got the info on pretty chrome
Fuckin' ho's off fiddy's phone
My name more weight you barley known
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barley grown
(Yeah!)

(Chorus)

(50 Cent)

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-UNIT!

(Lloyd Banks)

Shorty ain't feeling me
Shorty must like girls (like girls)
Cause I'm all the man in your world
Bitch I can make you famous
You don't know what your missing
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch don't like me the bitch must not like men
I say what I want because I can
If I didn't I'd be a liar
Remind me I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider
I travel so you might catch the king with a singer
But touching my door bell is the only way I put a ring on your finger
Give me a car rolling two cups and I'm in bedroom
Fucking up your seats like the Coo Clucks Clan
I shook hands with my fans to fuck em'
And I'm always tryin' to duck em'
So I can climb into somethin'
My name is B-A-N-K-S dollar sign bitch
I'm a bentley to make that switch
Come and give me that.

(Chorus)

(tony yayo)
Groupie love, I love that shit
Hoooooooooooooo
Groupies come and groupies go
And they always at a show
So I always grab me the tightest one
And proceed to the slraight to the mall
She so much tighter that she's here with me
That she feel's she should pay a fee
I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees
Groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Betta Ask Somebody

G-Unit

3:53

[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga,
a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke
you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real
from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep
what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma,
and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide
cause my paper's straight
Family losin his legs,
but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate
but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then,
bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time
I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world,
tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it
like we used to, my nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on
Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by
the summer
Some niggaz hate me,
but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in
my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take
your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr,
take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist
and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed
mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame
my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him
in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across
the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates
and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock,
and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it
when I speak
G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams,
G-5 is understood
I made a nigga heart colder
than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh
so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga,
ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts,
Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas,
G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, 
a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke 
you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real 
from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep 
what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, 
and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide 
cause my paper's straight
Family losin his legs, 
but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate 
but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then, 
bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
Cause every time 
I turn around a nigga locked down
While I'm in the world,
tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it 
like we used to, my nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on 
 Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by 
the summer
Some niggaz hate me, 
but they only made me
Go and put mo' ice in 
my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
Fuck you, pay me, take 
your magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr,
take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist
and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed 
mo' artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame
 my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him 
in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across 
the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates 
and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock,
and my ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it 
when I speak
G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams,
G-5 is understood
I made a nigga heart colder 
than December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh
 so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga,
 ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, 
Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas,
G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me

[Chorus]

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

Footprints

G-Unit

4:21

"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!

(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!

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

10.

Eye For Eye

G-Unit

3:55

(Chorus)

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

(get 'em Banks)

(Lloyd Banks)

You can't hold 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
papa 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 niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica neighbour yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then it's 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,
smiling 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 shit on you
You put a hit on me, I 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 was a 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 this niggas 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.

We want tha eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyyyyin',
ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryyyying,
cause my niggas ain't goin'stop riiidin', so you gone

(chorus)

Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, Iput 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 curb fast 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 herse,
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 shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

(Chorus)

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

(get 'em Banks)

(Lloyd Banks)

You can't hold 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
papa 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 niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica neighbour yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then it's 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,
smiling 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 shit on you
You put a hit on me, I 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 was a 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 this niggas 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.

We want tha eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyyyyin',
ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryyyying,
cause my niggas ain't goin'stop riiidin', so you gone

(chorus)

Nigga you shit on me , I shit on you
You put a hit on me, Iput 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 curb fast 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 herse,
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 shit on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

11.

Smile

작곡:G-Unit

G-Unit

3:38

[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y'know,
somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean
he don't
..Wanna see you smile baby
...
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

[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
but the 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 all of 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
(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
(be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style,
you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
(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
(the reason you smile)

[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 no ingles
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 flat,
really dont matter, shes 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]

[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
but the 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 all of 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
(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
 (be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, 
you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
(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
 (the reason you smile)

[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 no ingles
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 flat, 
really dont matter, shes 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]

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

12.

Baby U Got

G-Unit

4:04

(50 Cent)
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

(Intro/Chorus - 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 kinda 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 & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks)
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like Nicole ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Chorus)

(50 Cent)
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

(Intro/Chorus - 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 kinda 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 & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks)
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like Nicole ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Chorus)

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

13.

Salute U

G-Unit

3:01

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is
what I'm used to
And what I won't do,
I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets,
nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time,
for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have
that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing Fifty,
'cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat
this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds,
I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been
on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming,
pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the general,
without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello"
to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out,
to put holes in grown men
You continue troops
and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce
and nigga all that, what!

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let
the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around
here or I'm gon' fuck her
Don't tryta pick up for them lames
around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game
without you their to coach 'em
There's a very fine line
between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta
where they make head bounce
And you can come,
but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so
Get on your vest,
'cause all you gotta do is say that

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is 
what I'm used to
And what I won't do,
I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets, 
nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time,
for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have 
that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing Fifty,
'cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat
 this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, 
I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been 
on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming,
pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the general,
without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello" 
to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out,
 to put holes in grown men
You continue troops 
and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce 
and nigga all that, what!

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let
the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around 
here or I'm gon' fuck her
Don't tryta pick up for them lames
around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game
without you their to coach 'em
There's a very fine line
 between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta 
where they make head bounce
And you can come, 
but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so
Get on your vest, 
'cause all you gotta do is say that

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

14.

Beg For Mercy

G-Unit

2:39

G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click
how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removin fragments
from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man,
I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up,
Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that
when he start to roar
I think he's flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump,
I don't talk no pocco

[Chorus - 50 cent]
Sticks and stones may break bones
and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man,
you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open,
nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here,
you surrounded by crooks

Sticks and stones may break bones
and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man,
you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open,
nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here,
you surrounded by crooks

[young buck]
There once was some niggas
that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made
a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out,
'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case
and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds0will make
a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and
while you shootin up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever,
you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats,
eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags,
the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas
that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense,
home grown
That's why them little niggas
in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free,
I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick
when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass
than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]

G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click
how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removin fragments
 from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, 
I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up,
 Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that 
when he start to roar
I think he's flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump,
I don't talk no pocco

[Chorus - 50 cent]
Sticks and stones may break bones
 and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, 
you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, 
nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, 
you surrounded by crooks

Sticks and stones may break bones 
and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man,
 you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, 
nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, 
you surrounded by crooks

[young buck]
There once was some niggas 
that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made 
a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, 
'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case 
and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds0will make 
a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and 
while you shootin up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever,
 you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats,
eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags,
 the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas
that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense,
home grown
That's why them little niggas
in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, 
I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick 
when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass
than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

15.

G'D Up

G-Unit

4:47

(hook-50 cent)

(aahh, yeah, uh huh)
aint it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me
feels like my emotions are froze
(I stay g'd up)
its the thangs i dun seen
and the shit i been through that make my heart turn cold
(i stay g'd up)
im a gangsta you'll find out fa sho if u eva step on my toes
(i stay g'd up)
when im hangin out that window with that ak
fillin yo punk ass wit holes
(i stay g'd up)

(1st verse, 50 cent)

cocaine, heroine,ecstacy,marijuana
im new on the grey hound from NY ta the carolinas
paper chase different names same face
dont catch a case
my roll dawgs on paroll
baby girls four years old we play the block
pistol cocked
you either shoot or get shot
can you feel yo crack spot
take everything yo ass got
simi-automatic spay
bust back or run away
niggas talkin in the hood
we'll handle 'em some other day
in November we make my shit that u did you can catch
on christmas ill send you a gift niggas
ill come and leave yo ass twisted
them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
I seen niggas get murked
they babies born then the world turns
i seen it all crystal clear
so i keep my pistol near
hearts never full of fear
homie i stay well aware
on whats goin on around me
mutha fuckas want me dead
i go with a smile on my face when its my time kid

(hook 1x)

(2nd verse, lloyd banks)

Lord nigga i dun paid the way
yall should thank 'em
but if you think otherwise
bring ya boy over here so i could spank him
ill put an end to yo career bitch
before you speak on 50
buy 40 and a spare clip
these niggas gassed up
gettin too used to rap
like i wont give em more blood clots than supercat
niggas'll snatch ya
im like a back catcha
nigga ill give ya a sign and then throw sumthin atcha
'round here niggas die off hydro
and even when it aint 4th of july i sound like pyro
we smart enough to creep and lay ya dumb brains down
a pound will spin you around like the young james brown (yea)
i know im hot but hey (hey)
im icy too rocks will hit you from a block away
like a beat from dr. dre
we're takin over this year
the kings and the soldiaz is here
everyone knows that ya scared (YEA)

(hook 1x)

Young Buck

My poppa never bothered to show me what is was to be a man
he'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram
i would hop in my impala and ride all through the night
they gave my home boy life
so when you do it do it right
my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two
no other solution you think we're hollin and hootin
until you wake up, and then you got to hear bout the shootins
I take a pull from a loose one and put the clip in my pocket
before i take another bullet im gon pull it and pop it
and if theres beaf my nigga then letcha guns do ya talkin
the graveyard, has got plenty of room for a coffin
they say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate
they say that we the reason why these young niggas buyin weight
but im gon keep this glock on my waist till my dyin day
its nothin but a G thang, g-unit and dr. dre

(hook 1x)

(hook-50 cent)

(aahh, yeah, uh huh)
aint it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me
feels like my emotions are froze
(I stay g'd up)
its the thangs i dun seen 
and the shit i been through that make my heart turn cold
(i stay g'd up)
im a gangsta you'll find out fa sho if u eva step on my toes
(i stay g'd up)
when im hangin out that window with that ak 
fillin yo punk ass wit holes
(i stay g'd up)

(1st verse, 50 cent)

cocaine, heroine,ecstacy,marijuana
im new on the grey hound from NY ta the carolinas
paper chase different names same face
dont catch a case
my roll dawgs on paroll
baby girls four years old we play the block
pistol cocked
you either shoot or get shot
can you feel yo crack spot
take everything yo ass got
simi-automatic spay
bust back or run away
niggas talkin in the hood
we'll handle 'em some other day
in November we make my shit that u did you can catch 
on christmas ill send you a gift niggas
ill come and leave yo ass twisted
them hollow tip shells burn baby burn
I seen niggas get murked 
they babies born then the world turns
i seen it all crystal clear
so i keep my pistol near
hearts never full of fear
homie i stay well aware
on whats goin on around me 
mutha fuckas want me dead
i go with a smile on my face when its my time kid

(hook 1x)

(2nd verse, lloyd banks)

Lord nigga i dun paid the way
yall should thank 'em
but if you think otherwise 
bring ya boy over here so i could spank him
ill put an end to yo career bitch
before you speak on 50
buy 40 and a spare clip
these niggas gassed up
gettin too used to rap
like i wont give em more blood clots than supercat
niggas'll snatch ya
im like a back catcha
nigga ill give ya a sign and then throw sumthin atcha
'round here niggas die off hydro
and even when it aint 4th of july i sound like pyro
we smart enough to creep and lay ya dumb brains down
a pound will spin you around like the young james brown (yea)
i know im hot but hey (hey)
im icy too rocks will hit you from a block away
like a beat from dr. dre
we're takin over this year
the kings and the soldiaz is here
everyone knows that ya scared (YEA)

(hook 1x)

Young Buck

My poppa never bothered to show me what is was to be a man
he'd just pop another bottle and smoke up a half a gram
i would hop in my impala and ride all through the night
they gave my home boy life
so when you do it do it right
my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue
I still got the heart to go and bust me a head or two
no other solution you think we're hollin and hootin
until you wake up, and then you got to hear bout the shootins
I take a pull from a loose one and put the clip in my pocket
before i take another bullet im gon pull it and pop it
and if theres beaf my nigga then letcha guns do ya talkin
the graveyard, has got plenty of room for a coffin
they say that we responsible for boostin the crime rate
they say that we the reason why these young niggas buyin weight
but im gon keep this glock on my waist till my dyin day
its nothin but a G thang, g-unit and dr. dre

(hook 1x)

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

16.

Lay You Down

G-Unit

4:03

[CHORUS]
I don’t know what you been thinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
But you get out of line boy
I’ll lay your ass down

[50 CENT]
I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop
for so long
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother
fuckin khakis on
Nah thats iight man
I ain’t got nuttin to prove
I’m rich but I still live like
I got nuttin to lose
Look man I don’t know
what you been drinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
But you get out line and swoop hit you
upside the head
Media they right whatever they choose
The cops stay on my ass so I stay
on the news
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk
in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit
while I was payin my dues
They say my music make
a gangster want to pop something
Well tell them niggas
they could pop this and stop frontin’
You heard a nigga do you know
how I get down
Stay with my vest on and roll
with a couple of tre pounds
In case you
mother fuckers want to jump bad now
Start some bullshit
and imma lay punk ass down

[YOUNG BUCK]
Hating niggas from long range
for writing the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck
but I look like an old man
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me
to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
I don’t dance but I look like signing
with Diddy
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit
with me
No commands we spray, give a fuck
who we hittin
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Crips and Bloods they show me love like
I’m claiming the set
These industry niggas know
they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing
these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that’s
why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
Niggas callin 4 these features
but they get no answer
Fuck yall niggaz!

[LLOYD BANKS]
Bitches know it’s a privilege
If I stop to check her
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me
Dr Pepper
And I don’t mean the soda
The sixteen top shot loada
I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
You fuckin with a soulja
Selling tickets for a first class trip
to a hospital folda
So please keep talking
so we could spread your feet
Have you on your boulevard C walking
The birds keep hawking Why?
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking
from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
The niggas that I be with got guns
On the big body tip and if they pull out
You guarding and shit
You got me in a heavy gray picture
Plus I light up trees like everyday
is Christmas

[CHORUS]
I don’t know what you been thinking
Don’t know what you been drinking
But you get out of line boy
I’ll lay your ass down

[50 CENT]
I been up in LA with Dre and Snoop
 for so long
I’m finna crip walk and put some mother 
fuckin khakis on
Nah thats iight man 
I ain’t got nuttin to prove
I’m rich but I still live like 
I got nuttin to lose
Look man I don’t know 
what you been drinkin’
I don’t know what you been thinkin’
But you get out line and swoop hit you
upside the head
Media they right whatever they choose
The cops stay on my ass so I stay 
on the news
These other rap niggas couldn’t walk
in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit 
while I was payin my dues 
They say my music make
a gangster want to pop something
Well tell them niggas 
they could pop this and stop frontin’
You heard a nigga do you know
how I get down
Stay with my vest on and roll 
with a couple of tre pounds 
In case you
mother fuckers want to jump bad now
Start some bullshit 
and imma lay punk ass down

[YOUNG BUCK]
Hating niggas from long range
for writing the wrong thangs 
My name Young Buck 
but I look like an old man
Just cause I like ice don’t compare me
to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like lil thangs
See Buck been shot but not more than 50
I don’t dance but I look like signing
with Diddy
I got plans, grenades, and the G-Unit 
with me
No commands we spray, give a fuck 
who we hittin
Bustin my hand I pay em about 160
Hollow tips, four fifth with the rupper grips
Crips and Bloods they show me love like
I’m claiming the set
These industry niggas know 
they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seeing 
these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that’s 
why your show got cancelled 
50 whatever they did to kid is handled
Niggas callin 4 these features
but they get no answer
Fuck yall niggaz!

[LLOYD BANKS]
Bitches know it’s a privilege
If I stop to check her
Niggas all I got is hot shit the kids call me
 Dr Pepper
And I don’t mean the soda 
The sixteen top shot loada
I’ll bend ya ass up like yoga
You fuckin with a soulja 
Selling tickets for a first class trip 
to a hospital folda
So please keep talking 
so we could spread your feet
Have you on your boulevard C walking
The birds keep hawking Why?
Cause im hurtin every CD I’m walking 
from DC to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick bitch I don’t argue
I’ll leave a print on your ass Imma karate kid
The niggas that I be with got guns 
On the big body tip and if they pull out
You guarding and shit
You got me in a heavy gray picture 
Plus I light up trees like everyday 
is Christmas

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

17.

Gangsta Shit

G-Unit

4:12

(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 50 Cent 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 50 Cent)
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

(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 50 Cent)
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

(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 50 Cent)
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 - 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 50 Cent 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 50 Cent)
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

(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 50 Cent)
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

(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 50 Cent)
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

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

18.

I Smell Pussy

G-Unit

3:58

(Intro)
*Sniff Sniff* You smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy! (Is that you Irv?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Ja?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Black?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Tah?)

(Verse One)
Y'all niggas is pussy!!!!!
I'm falling out nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothing you can do to stop me (stop me)
Y'all niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch...HaHa

It's not of my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
What she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
Quite of probation just make it harder for me to accept her as my own
She tries to tie up my phone and
I'm not at home she's thinking I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up
But see it's hard to fuck wit somebody after she touches me
Mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
You say I confuse you play little trick with your head
Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you with so your dreams
I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
I'M A PIMP!!!!

(Chorus (twice))
Girl you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy
Girl you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy

(Verse Two)
When I first met her, I did anything to get her
Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator
Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up
But couldn't get off 'cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
Sing-Sing is where he been in
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Motor Bikes and grams of fish scale
So 9 to 5 niggas was no frill
Turning young niggas with principals to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats
That bitch got the best sex all across the globe
And the bitch head game was out of control

(Chorus (twice))

(Verse Three)
I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me
Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy
I'm fuckin wit you
I'm feeling your shape I'm feeling your eyes
later on I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs
Sweetheart you book smart and street-smart
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
I'm in to tongue kissing 4 play all day
Mamma ain't home so the noise is okay
ODB you know he like it the raw way
Latex, safe sex ,no hickeys on the neck
Now your learning
The lords blesses make me wiser as the worlds turning
My tongue touch the right spot I'll have your toes curling
Whether we just kicking it or we sexing
I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection
So when niggas make mistakes I correct 'em and
When niggas get out of line I check the man

(Chorus)

(50 Cent talking)
Yeah........ don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
You wanna run around takin pictures like you Puff Daddy and the Family motherfucker
With that bitch Charli Baltimore...
Bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red...
Think she gon' sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit!
Bitch... punk-ass motherfuckers
All you motherfuckers get rolled on nigga
Ain't no motherfucking, "leave her alone 'cause she a bitch"
FUCK that nigga!! Fuck all of it!!
But not you Ashanti baby
You know how I feel about you baby
Come on... come here girl... c'mon gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti... you know how me and you do baby
You know... they say I'm sexy now... HaHaHa
Aye Irv your momma got a thing for me!!!!

(Intro)
*Sniff Sniff* You smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy! (Is that you Irv?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Ja?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Black?)
I smell pussy! (Is that you Tah?)

(Verse One)
Y'all niggas is pussy!!!!!
I'm falling out nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothing you can do to stop me (stop me)
Y'all niggas get so emotional (emotional) 
You remind me of my bitch...HaHa

It's not of my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe
What she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her
Quite of probation just make it harder for me to accept her as my own
She tries to tie up my phone and
I'm not at home she's thinking I'm not alone
Probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin' to tie her up
But see it's hard to fuck wit somebody after she touches me
Mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves
That way I will never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
You say I confuse you play little trick with your head
Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you with so your dreams
I can't say I love you I don't know what that means
I'M A PIMP!!!!

(Chorus (twice))
Girl you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy
Girl you know I like when you climb on top
Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy

(Verse Two)
When I first met her, I did anything to get her
Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator
Reminiscing on late nights when I tried to lay up
But couldn't get off 'cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writing her baby pops in the box in prison
Sing-Sing is where he been in
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Motor Bikes and grams of fish scale
So 9 to 5 niggas was no frill
Turning young niggas with principals to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats
That bitch got the best sex all across the globe
And the bitch head game was out of control

(Chorus (twice))

(Verse Three)
I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me
Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy
I'm fuckin wit you
I'm feeling your shape I'm feeling your eyes
later on I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs
Sweetheart you book smart and street-smart
I knew you was my type from the very, very start
I'm in to tongue kissing  4 play all day
Mamma ain't home so  the noise is okay
ODB you know he like it the raw way
Latex, safe sex ,no hickeys on the neck
Now your learning
The lords blesses make me wiser as the worlds turning
My tongue touch the right spot I'll have your toes curling
Whether we just kicking it or we sexing
I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection
So when niggas make mistakes I correct 'em and
When niggas get out of line I check the man

(Chorus)

(50 Cent talking)
Yeah........ don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
You wanna run around takin pictures like you Puff Daddy and the Family motherfucker
With that bitch Charli Baltimore...
Bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red...
Think she gon' sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit!
Bitch... punk-ass motherfuckers
All you motherfuckers get rolled on nigga
Ain't no motherfucking, "leave her alone 'cause she a bitch"
FUCK that nigga!!  Fuck all of it!!
But not you Ashanti baby
You know how I feel about you baby
Come on... come here girl... c'mon gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti... you know how me and you do baby
You know... they say I'm sexy now... HaHaHa
Aye Irv your momma got a thing for me!!!!

There's lyrics registered. But, you can modify it. Thanks :)

RELEASES

2003-11-14

G Unit, Universal Music (602498612286) Explicit Version

2003-12-00

Universal Music

CREDITS

Performed by G-Unit 1기 (2002)
- 50 Cent : 불명
- Lloyd Banks : 불명
- Tony Yayo : 불명
- Young Buck : 불명

기획사 : UNIVERSAL
-------

REVIEW
Trackback :: http://www.maniadb.com/trackback/A124986

가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-01-20

Subject : G-Unit - Beg for Mercy (Interscope,2003)

지난 2003년은 어느 때보다 흑인음악의 강세가 두드러졌던 시기였고, 그 정점엔 바로 50 Cent가 서 있었다. 그는 작년 초 발표한 앨범 [Get Rich Or Die Tryin']에서 무려 9개의 싱글을 쏟아내며 연말 빌보드 차트 결산의 앨범 및 싱글 부문 모두에서 1위를 차지하는 괴력을 발휘하였다. 물론 Eminem과 Dr.Dre의 막대한 지원사격이 있었지만 50 Cent 본인의 타고난 랩 센스와 스타성이 없었더라면 아마 이루어내기 힘든 성과가 아니었을까 생각된다. 여기서 잠시 지난 몇 년간 랩 게임의 역사를 돌이켜보면, 2Pac과 Outlawz, Eminem과 D-12, Ludacris와 Disturbing Tha Peace 등에서 볼 수 있듯이 랩 수퍼스타의 뒤에는 항상 그의 크루가 존재해왔다....

G-Unit - Beg For Mercy (2003) by G-Unit (보컬) on maniadb.com

TRACKS

RELEASES

CREDITS

REVIEWTrackback :: http://www.maniadb.com/trackback/A124986

가슴네트워크 Review :: 2004-01-20

Subject : G-Unit - Beg for Mercy (Interscope,2003)

TALK

REVIEW
Trackback :: http://www.maniadb.com/trackback/A124986