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I had five-hundred grams in fifty, fifty-eight bags
Four hundred Benz, eighty thousand in cash Then the ball dropped, gun popped, banks got blast I make it so hot, one shot'll melt your ass Got popped up, cried 'til my eyes turned red And told myself in the mirror, "Nigga, you ain't dead" I'm far from eccentric, I'm so psychotic I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga, I got it When you see me in the hood, motherfucker, don't talk to me 'Less you want talk about usin' a Hawk for me When Al blew Black away I had 'em on some stupid shit Then my rap shit worked now I'm super, stupid rich All I do is stunt now, I'm so Maybach There I go frontin' again, I meant to say laid back Go ahead, move reckless, get banged for your necklace I serve 'em with the semi, feed 'em a clip for breakfast You want some? Come get some Nigga, it's murder one when I toss my gun You might see me let it off, you might see me run But you won't see shit time the police come, huh? You want some? Come get some Nigga, it's murder one when you see my gun I just squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done You just bleed and bleed 'til the police come Huh, you want some? I got a 8th of dope left, half a pound of purple Shooters in my circle, try me, I let 'em murk you Got more guns than a gun store, beefin', what you want, boy? You wanna be nice to me? You wanna shoot dice with me? You want a ace on purpose? Why you so nervous? Nigga, we from the same hood, we come from the same shit You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch! Gettin' money is necessary so me, I'm a visionary And I'm sayin' that house should be a crack house Now see it how I see it, or I bring straps out The Tec and the Mac out, the Sig and the Taurus The Koch and that Heckler then nigga, we warin' I let my pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign Click-clack, comprende? I'm criminal minded Toss money in the sewer, bet nobody find it Till it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun, what? You want some? Come get some Nigga, it's murder one when I toss my gun You might see me let it off, you might see me run But you won't see shit time the police come, huh? You want some? Come get some Nigga, it's murder one when you see my gun I just squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done You just bleed and bleed 'til the police come Huh, you want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, with it Come get it, huh, you want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, with it Fuck that nigga, huh, you want some? |
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[50 Cent]
leave me alone, i aint f-ckin with nobody, [Verse 1] keep f-cking with me you gon turn back to booboo, had me casing out your crib, tryna pop your f-cking noodles, she was 20 I was 12, man my nana said she raped me, i just smiled from ear to ear saying take it baby take it, since high school, n-gga i aint got no friends, i got 2 3 80’s like the ying yang twins haaaaaaaaank, thats spot clickin til the D’s run in then its bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ins, in freshman year I had that CBR hurricane and an ill herrin bone i got em slinging heroin, i shoot a n-gga in a heartbeat I aint no chump, then you can run forest run, retard when I dump, dont take kindness for weakness, n-ggas don’t respect that, so me im with that ruger, that pump and that tech at, so look at me im on that, i thought we was rich then, shipment man, you had like 20 bricks in rich man, we was in cocaine heaven, i was fishcal dreaming, we just got into town, we was strapped up scheming, first country caught a body, then country got a body, I popped a couple n-ggas then country shot everybody, its cold blooded, its real shit you got to love it, tree eight snub it, and dont think nothin of it its the way of the wolves thats how they train us to move, get it poppin when we shopping, n-gga hold down the tools, [Chorus] I see niggas getting rich then days went by, then days went by, then days went by, I was tired of not having shit, then days went by then days went by then days went by i see niggas getting hit then days went by then days went by then days went by we was slangin that sh-t then days went by then days went by then days went by [Verse 2] I bin sure since we was lil n-ggas, son since we was seven armed robbery, first degree my man did seven, n-ggas popped his whip up, hit his cab when he was sittin, he a lucky muth-fcker I bet he make it to heaven, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com my grandpa drunk, my uncle rock drunk, my uncle champ on crack, smoke my f-cking stash up, i had 250 grand stashed on the porch, i mean how much you gon smoke man, how much you gon snort, first the vcr went, then the tv went, he stole out of mommy purse, she thought it was me kid, i aint ask for no money son cos I was out hustlin, she was looking at me sideways like Imma thief or something, that hurt me, come on son that wouldn’t hurt you, I pistol whip that n-gga til his face was purple, i need anger management, see i hold onto a grudge, the same way I hold onto that nickle plate snub, the lord don’t have imperfections baby, so i think im perfect the way he made me, some say im cool, some say im crazy, some say i aint sh-t some say Im amazing, [Chorus] Here I am, |
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Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'
Yeah, yeah Nigga try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster, hundred shot drums'll run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip Six shot semi-assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start gettin' loose on ya Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya I make it hard to breathe I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message We gon' fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya This ain't the Carter nigga, this is Sparta It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse Follow orders now yeah shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun See how when you listen to me, all of the cash gone I was born with the tech, it's a birth defect I was deceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have nots turn into Sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific, nah, it's terrific I got it if you sniff it, go head, nigga, twist it Get lifted, goddamn, I'm gifted Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies Yeah, I tell 'em ride on 'em, then they ride on 'em Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em Head shot, .40 Glock, blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me That 430 Spider, carbon fiber And my dog is like Al-Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The mac'll fire, mask like Michael Myers It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my niggas while they whoop your ass My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do, kid Try me, son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies |
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| 3:39 |
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[50 Cent - Chorus]
I’m so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful, I’m so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful, [Verse 1] You daddy f-cked your momma then f-cked your sister, then climbed in your bed playing with your sh-tter, go ‘head take your belt off and hang yourself, matter of fact grab your strap and bang yourself, Jay’s a big man, he’s too big to respond, Imma big d-ck you know the one everybody on, your gon make me sing murder was the case pull this trigger sh-t ping ping, should start at the face, I’m international, Im never home mayne, i’ve gon so long my accent changed, better watch who you f-ck with mayne, or you gon make me carve you up now straight come on Game you’ll never be my equal, your homie shoot dogs, my n-gga shoot people, see me Im what your never gon be, I’m in that tax bracket your never gon see, when you cross me.. [chorus] [Verse 2] That n-gga Buck like Game tell momma he don smoked the TV, I didnt know he f-cked with more dope than BG, plus a n-gga sipped more syrup than Pepsi, man keeping these muthf-ckers rich aint easy, especially when a n-gga wanna stunt like Jeezy, and his cds didn’t sell like his CD’s, man that n-gga blew all of his chips like breezy’s, mad cos the world won’t treat him like Weezy, I don’t give a f-ck n-gga please believe me, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com no n-gga in the vocal booth around can see me, it’s crazy how I make this sh-t sound oh so easy, they say fifty not on Buck with him he oh so greasy, yeah he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy, its funny how they sh-t on n-ggas then they need me, see me I’m number one Im loading up my gun, i catch ya if you dun, you p-ssy n-gga run, [Chorus] [Verse 3] They say first comes love then comes marriage, Instead I got Shaniqua in the baby carriage, then came the cash then the baby momma drama, I gave the b-tch a half a mill, she blew it on prada, I remember when I met da b-tch and she aint had nada, now got my son on some fly sh-t, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com now i got to buy sh-t, man I can’t even flunk sh-t cos everybody want sh-t, everybody mad, damn even my dad, and I don’t even know him now how the f-ck I owe him, i aint giving nobody sh-t Imma show them, I gave Game hits, he told me to suck d-ck, start screaming Wesstside and Dre aint say sh-t, now we just eat of ‘em and when I talk to Em a smile comes on his face, he told me whats the case, enemies stay enemies, but friends they change, n-ggas go crazy over money my mayne, [Chorus] |
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| 4:46 |
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[50 Cent]
I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, you're scared [x2] You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I got my knife boy, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry [50 Cent] Look look, I come from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop Eenie meenie miney moe, now tre pound or 44 Pick a strap to take the mag. The hawk I'll stab it in your back I'll blow your brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher 'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven The system I done been through. If there's nothing you did to me They locked me up they let me out, you seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals, why they up in corrections? They come on get a 9, nigga me grind to perfection It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific He's so close to your target that it's really hard to miss it [Chorus] [Eminem] Man these are average raps, I'm keepin the savage batch hidden The can of whoop ass with the Shady Aftermath lid You pop off the top it's like opening vats of acid Beat the Octamom to death with a Cabbage Patch Kid Attack a snatch, yeah there's something to jack a batch in Impregnate her then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service, girl I can see that your nervous But I barely scratch the surface, like my last batch of girlfriends That I buried in my fuckin backyard. Still trying to dig their way out I foam like an attack dog, how late you wanna stay out It's past your curfew when its dark, I'm searchin for you in the park Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark He met his quota for the month. They found Dakota all rolled up Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block Disappeared without a trace, no DNA, no not a drop Cause me and Dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter top. [Chorus] [Eminem] I'm as ill as can be My appeal is to serial killers, what a pill is to me, Killing so villainously, Still as maniacal on the Nyquil and psycho as Michael Myers, You know what we're like on the muthafucking mic so try us And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers. [50 Cent] It's operation time they got em hooked up to wires, Queezing, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead, He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours Julia, you better learn learn. [Eminem] Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah homie turn turn, I'm debating, mutilating the lady, You've been waiting for shady And Fif. Ain't no duplicating it baby, There's a baby in the drive, there's a torso in the washer, I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her, Arms and legs in the garbage cos the rest of her, I lost her, Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her, And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub. [50 Cent] When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up A hard rock, a soft fuck Get caught up and get washed up, In Detroit or Northfolk, When it's disrupt and nauseas, Look deep in my eyes, see Many Many Men die, I swing gym stars faster than Samurai. [Chorus] |
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[Chorus:]
I promise to keep you close to me you give me a sense of security Through drama now I need you to hold me down hold me down I need you to hold me down hold me down I need you to hold me (down) [Verse 1:] Do ever your altercation I'll put no one above you omm omm I love you this shit goes to my truxium We see how they be lookin' it's frightenin' like lightnin' we crack off they start lookin' It's beef until I get out in brook they want my shit out that's when I say I'm illin' That's when I get the killin' now my baby she precious I warn not to test this I am atta head nigga mutha fuck the vestles I'm man type social quit actin' like ya know me Befo' I go postal you know I got to own me I'm ridin' witta old cocked allay hard 8 drop Feel the wind blow twist the indo smoke it up it's fundamental you can get whole poke it up When we get intimate that's when I get into shit she 32 I'm 34 she revolve 6 times Then I fiend her more [Chorus] [Verse 2:] When niggaz get the trippin' I need you by my side so that they can't catch me slippin' I take you out shoppin' Get you clean git it poppin' use my finger get ya hot girl I know ya spot yeah I love you if you love me back You'll never jam when I react dat sucka shit when they git hit when we take off then you'll get tossed I want you back so I'll be back I'll never change I'll be the same if niggaz stunt I'll let it rain I'm off the chain I'm all in mayne I'll hit ya up you think I'm playin' I'll be strapped don't fuck around I'll be strapped 24/7 I'm back holdin' mistake me for a chump last night you were nearly chewed up that's more beef than you want Come thru repeatedly I'll show you wut bananas about I'm a mechanic find out when the hammers come out [Chorus] |
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[50 Cent -Chorus]
Yeah, yeh yeh yeh, pull the strap out you know what that bout, you do it my way, called a crime wave, whoaaa, waay, whoaa, waaay, I wave the heat to heat, wave my right to speak, plead the fifth ya’ll dont tell em sh-t ya’ll, whoaaa, wheey, whoaa, wheey, [Verse 1] I’m not telling you to shoot somebody, but if somebody try to shoot you, shoot em don’t waste time, lil n-gga just do it, any n-gga out of order must be serviced, see now now ya hesitating boy ya making me nervous, the feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet, front on me, try to run from me, hollow seat up your back b, pistol pop, drop the top, burn baby burn, revolvers spin again and again and n-ggas never learn, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com got an itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger n-gga, so if you hit me then you get me, I’ll be back to get ya, man I might bring the homies … thats necessary, see you might not be worried, but I think you should worry, the bullets come in flurries, the next thing u know u buried, yeah, I do away with 9 n-ggas in 9 days, my nine sprays, wish it don’t go my way, hold it sideways, f-ck around cause a crime wave, [Chorus] [Verse 2] I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry, them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man they into me, yeah, I’m number 1 on Forbes, yeah, they can’t f-ck with ya boy, title time is crank time I flip that get that back, Louie V napsack filled up with g-stacks, Im sick in the head, me I’m all bout the bread, go head f-ck with the kid, see it’s just what I said, see the stash Im making double make a key(?) bubble, jim stop before I cut you till your mum don’t no you, see when we play the warriors come out to play, want to play get your ass laid out today, see I’m back on the sh-t I was on before, so if a n-gga try to stunt we gon take em to war, [Chorus] [Outro] Man, I be on some other sh-t these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, yeah, ooohooohooo yeah, oooooh yeah, (no no no no) the homie said he f-ck with me, i have him meet ya up for me, yeh yeh yeh, (no no no no) |
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I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose
That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah Your favorite bad guy's gone, the Joker's dead So from now until forever you're stuck with the kid I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat He was comfortable with me 'round 'cause I blast my heat '9-4 I was tryin' to catch Mason for bricks of raw Charlie fucked up the jux, they took Nana's little boy, stretch The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus Get hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, 'Candy Rain', 'I'm Soul For Real', yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah I'm the dope man, coke man, smoke man, whatever man The X man, Tec man, you better respect man Get the cream, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, mo' lean Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasn't me Tell the cops it wasn't me, you saw me right? It wasn't me It's not my M.O., see me I make it stretch Get in the way I'll put a body on my Tec Call me crazy, I'll die for what I stand for I'll have ammo flyin' out the Lambo Like 'Commando', nah, like 'Rambo' I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go Woopty-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day Stretch, we gon' bag up all night We ain't goin' nowhere 'til the count back right, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne I got Spider-Man high, I made Batman fly Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten Look around kid, it's a cold world we're in If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson Yeah, me fallin' off is really far fetched I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch In come the Franklin's, then come the Benji's Fiends by the crack house, dirty and dingy, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah |
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| 3:02 |
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You ain't strong enough nigga
You probably go against me and win But you, you don't stand a chance nigga I do more than talk that, I motherfuckin' walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless Man, everybody know about 50, I'm famous New York, New York, I run New York Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop In different boroughs I have different moments On different days niggas know how I'm on it I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga I'm a hustler don't get no bigger Queens, South Side 'til they bury me BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles R1 one wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spar with me start some shit send the shooters out Come out the club we out front with the Rugers out Nah, ain't no sense to talkin' peace my brother That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We getting' paper in God we trust These sucker ass niggas These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We getting' paper in God we trust Suck on this nigga When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya As a kid I wasn't kiddin' then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup? I'm rich now, niggas know about my dividends Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin' in Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now Crib the size of the New York City clock now Okay, okay, try me and get shot down I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes I'm the fuckin' general, I run my clique right It was five of us, all of us millionaires Now one's a fuckin' junkie and one's a fuckin' queer Now it's three of us, that's the way we started They call me crazy, cold blooded and black hearted I don't play no games, niggas beg for mercy Then we T-O-S, put that ass to rest These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We gettin' paper in God we trust These sucker ass niggas These niggas ain't strong enough, their money ain't long enough When they bump heads with me they find out the guns do bust We gettin' paper in God we trust Suck on this nigga |
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| 3:00 |
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds) I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down [Lloyd Banks] Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Oh I think she like me, hell yeah she like me My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy She like it when I stunt, me I'm what she want I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread (get it get it get it) Got money out the asshole, the money on my head Don't mean nothin, I said don't mean nothin (get it get it get it) The Rose in the Rover I'm drinkin and I'm drivin That nigga try and get at me I'm pullin out and firin To see if I'm stuntin, the piece it ain't nothin Royal fees ain't nothin, I just blow a lil' somethin Now shorty got a thing for me she feel like I'm the shit My guess is I'm the kind of nigga she wanna be with [Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50)] Hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot (She want me, yeah yeah, she want me) (She want me, why you think she on me?) Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot Get it get it get it hot (She want me, yeah yeah, she want me) (She want me, why you think she on me?) Get it get it get it [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed. She'll be an A student time she get out my bed I'm flashy, I'm rollin with the stones Get at me, I'm movin with the chrome (get it get it get it) A made man, a Don Corleone No matter where I'm at I'm doin what the fuck I want I'm shinin, my wrists all canary Now try me, I keep a shooter near me I'm grindin, like I ain't made my first mil' Like I ain't signed a first deal, like I ain't at the first meal I'm hungry, I really want it all Now watch me, I'll show you how to ball (get it get it get it) [Chorus] [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Life in the fast lane, fast car fast cash Freak bitch, fast ass (get it get it get it) I'm where the money at mayne, fast on the draw Fast runnin from the law (get it get it get it) She like the bad boys, the bad boys The bad boys (get it get it get it) She like the bad boys, the bad boys The bad boys (get it get it get it) [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Get it get it get it Get it get it get it Get it get it get it |
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I don't really think she want me back then
She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid I come through the hood in some really, really sick shit The Rolls, the roof gone, your flows, they're lukewarm It's why you're not me, nah nana nah nah She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wantin' Bottle after bottle by the bar I be stuntin' It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat Big doofy gat hit you in your kufi hat You know me, I told your ass in '03 'Get Rich or Die' G-5 I fly, write my name in the sky Pick a island on the map, I been to it Shorty wan' try anal, her friends do it Wrists rocked up shinin', flawless diamonds You could hardly see the face on my Audemar time and On that J.T. shit, me I'm bringin' 'Sexy Back' Louis belt wrapped around right where the Tec be at I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up Gettin' paper's my objective, yup, now your chain gone One false move and clap, now your brain's gone You like me, you aight with me, me? I'm into me I destroy my enemies, even if they're kin to me Do 'em like the Kennedy's, ching-ching that's mo' bread Say somethin' slick out yo' mouth I'll come for yo' head She likes me more than you can imagine Bad bitch, look like she fell up out a pageant Closest I'ma get to heaven in this lifetime Is right below her waist, in between her thighs Call her Pussycat, that's my nickname for her And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her See when I stunt she stunt, we stunt together Oh, you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up You want me? I want you Plug one? Plug two I'm infinitely special, girl the Lord's gonna bless you If you do what I tell you to do You want me? I want you You want Benz? I'll buy two You should want me like you want success Girl with us together we'll be better than the best Why settle for less? I don't really think she want me back then She want me now She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my style I got swag now, I got paper I'm rollin' in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin' in the dough, I'm caked up |
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Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open First it's her neck, yeah, then her back Yeah, I'm a freak, I get into all that Girl I perform for you, like a porno star 'Til you had enough then I just need a lil' bit more New music, new move, new position New erotic sounds is goin' down, now listen I can hear your heartbeat, your sweatin' I can paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper I told you I'd get you I'll work that, murk that, just the way you like it baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter, maybe Your sex drive, it match my sex drive Then we be movin' as fast as a NASCAR ride Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now You can feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tounge baby, I'll leave you sprung baby I'll have your head spinnin' sayin, "50 so crazy" Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin' I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken You think I'm jokin? I bet I'll get ya open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Girl, I want you to gimme what you got, then gimme more Baby, you can start on top, or all fours You know I like it, when you get into it Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated Drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on a regular Tell me what you want shawty, that's what I'mma get for you I need you to give what I need, more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me reason to breath I need you, I'm tellin' you so now you know what I need I be your part-time or full-time lover, significant-other No matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter Girl, you can get it however you want to get it I'm feelin your style, I'm tellin' you right now, I'm with it Shawty said, "Take it off" I take it off Climb right out of my clothes Want me to break you off? I break you off 'Til your love come down on them walls I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin', I bet I'll get you open I'll leave your headboard broken, You think I'm jokin'? I bet I'll get you open Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire |
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You think about money when you think about me huh,
thats what my ex, my ex you don’t want to be her, she used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker, i had her eating lobster now she eating pizza, i think about easter when I think about Keyshia, shorty stay fly thats why I keep her, round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa, she good if I leave her she got her own visa, think about them when you about frontin think about stuntin when you think about me, im the boss bentley or the porsche, overseas see jet skis slide across, i love the way you dress, now take it off, put your legs high on my shoulders across, Im racing through your mind but you already lost, im at the finish line and your the friend of mine, come on lets ride [Chorus] just a lil bit everynow and then god damn girl we used to be friends just a lil bit just a lil bit just a lil bit [Verse 2] I think like a hustler, im thinking bout a shipment, she thinking im her hustle, so she thinking bout commitment, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com its like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head, fell in love with a b-tch walked away with one leg, she aint even have to run to get away with the bread, thats some f-cked up sh-t think about that kid, im thinking what this b-tch thinking when she take me to court, i pay my child support, what the f-ck she want, this relationship, shit its too much for me, i wanna f-ck be friends and live comfortably she wanna shine and blow minds on shopping sprees, she should have what she wants just not for me, im thinking bout my future she part of my past, she don’t care bout me she just want some cash, im thinking damn girl, we used to be friends, how did sh-t become all about ends. [chorus] do you think about me, i know you think about me, just a lil bit just a lil bit just a lil bit I know you think about me, you were so special to me do you think about me, |
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[Intro:]
Okay okay okay [screwed] Okay okay okay Okay okay okay [screwed] Okay okay okay [Chorus:] When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw) I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah) Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw) Okay, alright (they sick) Okay, you're right (I'm rich) Okay, alright (I grind) Okay, you're right (for mine) [Verse 1:] I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay) [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless You could come and work me over baby on the night shift Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay) [Chorus] [Outro:] Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right Okay okay okay okay - you know you right Okay, alright, okay, alright Okay, alright, okay, you're right |
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[50 cent]
Yeah 50, I gave her books to read, feed her mind with knowledge, gave her street smarts, sh-t you can’t get in college, she’s a reflection of me, so you know she the sh-t, if imma star she a star, if Im rich she rich, thats my dog, I tell her stay she wanna go, i tell her go she wanna stay, thats my dog, you know a b-tch usually don’t mean nothing to me, thats right but thats my dog, i go left she go right, i go up she go down, she couldn’t listen now she aint around, so ungrateful screaming I hate you, lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com she must got amnesia, b-tch I made you now, just think just think, that coulda been you, just think, that shoulda been you, yeah, with me I share the world with you, but you aint ride with a rider so I aint f-cking with you, [R-Kelly: Chorus] say say say girl, come here, no, you no, you, her yeah, you go, the reason you didnt get picked because you got your nose up your ass, you smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met your match, im smelling my sh-t too now how you like that, you coulda had this dude and anything you choose, and that girl you lose cos I aint f-cking with ya, shopping sprees drop top hat blowing in the wind, coulda been you, living lavish, instead its your girlfriend, but you tripping while we sipping, in the back of a big …. [50 cent] some say it hurts when you supposed to win and you lose, you were supposed to be sure baby, you was confused, i had a thang for ya, I had a ride for ya, house, cars, kids and a pet name for ya, p-ssy cat, I told you I’ll make it you ain’t believe, i guess coming up it was hard, it was easy to leave, I think about it maybe Im right, maybe im wrong, either way shorty life goes on, when your around my smiles a grin, my thoughts are a sin, you asked can we try again, i aint f-cking with you, its on the club jumpin, im tryna to get my liquor in you want sometin (?) again im staring at your thicker friend, i guess Im like Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness, in my hood we all hustle in pursuit of the same sh-t, just think just think, that coulda been you, just think, that shoulda been you, yeah, with me I share the world with you, but you aint ride with a rider so I aint f-cking with you, [Chorus] [R-Kelly] there aint no other way to put it except, i know you’ll understand girl its … … see us in the back of the club popping bottles and it coulda been you but no said it coulda been coulda been you yeaah, said it coulda been coulda been you. |
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