50 Cent - Major Distribution (ft. Snoop Dogg & Young Jeezy)

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50 Cent - My Life (feat. Eminem & Adam Levine)

[Adam Levine:]

My life, my life

Makes me wanna run away

There's no place to go, no place to go

All the confusion

It's an illusion like a movie

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to run and hide

No matter how hard I try

[50 Cent:]

Yeah, OP, I went from back filthy to filthy rich

Man, the emotions change so I can never trust a bítch

I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit

Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick

Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit

Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits

I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned

If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned

I'm doing what I'm supposed to, I'm a writer, I'm a fighter

Entrepeneur, fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver

What's it to you? The track I lace it, it's better than basic

This is my recovery, my comeback, kid

[Adam Levine:]

My life, my life

Makes me wanna run away

There's no place to go, no place to go

All the confusion

It's an illusion like a movie

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to run and hide

No matter how hard I try

[Eminem:]

While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy

I was in the fücking sheds chopping my machete

Sipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buzz ready

To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?

I think you fücking meatballs keep on just forgetting

Party was finished, motherfücker, it's only the beginning

He's bugging again, he's straight thugging, fück who he's offending

He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bítches plugged in me

Motherfücking wall with 3000 volts of electricity

Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, motherfückers in each

One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally fücking see

That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksucking opinion to me

I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit

Fück letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me

Feels like I'ma snap in a minute, yeah, it's happening again

I'm thinking about the same motherfücker

That everybody else that's up in this bítch, what 50?

Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go

I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows

I'm trapped, so all I do is rap but everytime I rap I'm on track

And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap

This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis www.eliterics.com

Christ, how was I supposed to know shut would turn up like it did?

Feels like I'm going psycho again and I might just blow my lid

I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid

Cause I'm running in circles with

[Adam Levine:]

My life, my life

Makes me wanna run away

There's no place to go, no place to go

All the confusion

It's an illusion like a movie

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to run and hide

No matter how hard I try

[50 Cent:]

I haven't been this fücking confused since I was a kid

Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did

Maybe this is for me, maybe, maybe I'm supposed to go crazy

Maybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning like Shady

Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter

Tryna say the same classic, get your ass kicked

Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic

See, now I'll pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots

It's tragic, it's sad it's never gonna end, now we number one again

With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate

Accept it, respect it, this a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs

And every fücking thing with it

[Adam Levine:]

My life, my life

Makes me wanna run away

There's no place to go

No place to go

All the confusion

It's an illusion like a movie

Got nowhere to go

Nowhere to run and hide

No matter how hard I try

50 Cent - Money

[Intro: 50 Cent]

I'm on that bullshit

I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit

I'm on that bullshit

I'm, I'm, back on that bullshit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Startin to feel like there's nothin left to talk about but the, money, money

Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money

Nigga I don't give a fuck 'bout these hoes

I'm focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY!

Look, I don't wan' talk 'bout these hoes

Let's talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY!

[50 Cent]

In high school I had coke and dope money

I blew, now I'm sittin on Bugatti boat money

I'm eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money

It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline

Go 'head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money

You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money

Who wan' catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade

Catch a case, bail bond, I'm out the next day

Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money

Talkin 'bout private jet, heliport chopper money

And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me

I don't trick, e'ry now and then I toss her money

Fuck, nut, get up, that's abortion money

I'll kill if I have to, don't force me homie

I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money

I hate when niggaz act like bitches cause it costs me money

What the fuck!

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

I'm in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen

It's the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin

My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay

Nowadays I'm just happy things are goin my way

I'm straight, some say I got more than I need

Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed

It's amazing, I made it here on my own

I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone

An accountant to count, the amount I spent

Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent

I got it made, I got Brinks truck money

Euros, grams[?], you wan' borrow some from me?

My bank statements have you niggaz like "Damn!"

Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man

Get married, pay for one bitch, I'll buy her bar food

Kids don't try this shit at home, you can't do the shit I do

Whassup?

[Chorus]

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50 Cent - First Date ft. Too Short

Chorus 1 | 50 CENT

Just one night, two night

It could be three of us

Yeh yeh yeh

Girl, we could get it ooon

Where ya' girlfriend

Girl, we can have a ball

Bring ya' girlfriend

Life's too short to not fuck on the first date

No one knows if we're promised tomorrow

But if we make love into the next day

We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate

Verse 1 | 50 CENT

Four in the morning girl

Now I don't wanna talk

We've been talkin for hours

Now you know I wanna' fuck

Look I don't understand what it

Is you don't understand

My watch a hundred grand

My chain a hundred grand

Bitch, I'm a wanted man

I say I run New York

Cuz I do what the fuck I wanna do

They know wussup

They say my screws are lose

I say who cares, you know I'm rich

Look I don't have time to blow wit' a bitch shootin the shit

Now maybe you can loosen up and let me go to work

So I can whisper in your ear while pullin' down your skirt

When I get the strokin' girl you don't know what to say

Quicky come quick, girl, I'm gone right away

Yeh, you nasty, girl, you nasty

And I'm into that, so get at me!

Chorus 2 | 50 CENT

I don't want no good, good, good, good, girl

Me, I want a nasty girl

Come creep wit' me

Be a freak for me

Life's too short to not fuck on the first date

No one knows if we're promised tomorrow

But if we make love into the next day

We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate

Verse 2 | Too Short

I said beetch

I wanna fuck you in the worst way

Hell yeah, I wanna fuck you on the first date

If I don't

I say, fuck you on Thursday

Cuz then I won't want you

Watch how fast I dump you

But right now I'm infatuated

You get to hang wit' me

Girl, you graduated

I take you out for drinks and get you tipsy

Then I pull my dick out and I say kiss me

You're 'bout to laugh ya little panties off

You only get one date

You better grab these balls

They wanna' ride in fancy cars

That's what bitches do

They like to rub it then suck it and lick it too

She's a nasty little trap ho slut

But I like that shit, so let's fuck

Beeeeitch

Chorus 3 | 50 CENT

I don't want no good, good, good, good, girl

Me, I want a nasty girl

Come creep wit' me

Be a freak for me

Life's too short to not fuck on the first date

No one knows if we're promised tomorrow

But if we make love into the next day

We'll have the rest of our time to celebrate

Outro | 50 CENT & Too Short

50:

Ohhh, ehhhh

It sounds crazy

But tomorrow's not promised

I mean, I mean I wanna' do it today

I want it now

I don't wanna' wait

Wait for what?

My time's runnin' out

Your time's runnin' out

Come 'er girl

Too Short:

Wanna' fuck you beeeitch

I wanna fuck you beeitch

You only got

One date

Ain't no tomorrows

50 Cent - Definition Of Sexy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, uh, uhu, uhu, whoa

She make me want it, want it

On a late night, all in the morning, morning

I wanna be where she wanna be

She is the definition of sexy to me

I'm fin to push her upon me, upon me

Yeah, let her know that I want it, want it She is the definition of sexy to

Me

Seduction, I'm stuck when

She get that bad in her eyes

She walk the thick and her thighs is perfect

It's worth it

I do what I got to get it

I ain't tripping shit I'm really awkward

Put it down when I hit it

She'll be so happy she did it

I bet she'll never forget it

In bed, I'm like a wizard

Sort of a wizard you wanna visit over and over again

Her body's a map, I'm the guide

I'm just here to show her

How I get to that G spot,

Non stop, tic tac, time fly, hella fun

No lie, oh I know I, can give her what she need

Slow mo or high speed, ecstasy... need

She make me want it, want it

On a late night, all in the morning, morning

I wanna be where she wanna be

She is the definition of sexy to me

I'm fin to push her upon me, upon me

Yeah, let her know that I want it, want it

She wanna be where I wanna be

She is the definition of sexy to me

You can hear us from the next room when we go at it

I studied her addiction, she got a habit, she gotta have it

I'm always on my job, I work it nice and hard

I mean I work it how she want

She my homie lover friend

And she might just bring her other friend

Feel the rush adrenaline, will make a nigga head spin

I say just keep it simple baby, we ain't to complicate it

If you and it and I want it, maybe we should have it

Baby we got one life to live, it's precious the time we share

Now call me when you're in need

Baby girl I'll be there

For showing me, you can confide, I'm a rider 24/7 ready to crash in

She make me want it, want it

On a late night, all in the morning, morning

I wanna be where she wanna be

She is the definition of sexy to me

I'm fin to push her upon me, upon me

Yeah, let her know that I want it, want it

She wanna be where I wanna be

50 Cent feat Brevi - Be My Bitch

Shawty say she straight

I can’t wait till the night will turn it out babe

take her to a different world

get the baby girl

No fuck you up at..

you’ve been calling the first day

we gonna have some drink on me

it’s my trip yeah you ain’t gotta pay

take her us down town

and my badly drop top show em all around

later when you get back show you how we live

then she take it all sooner she’s definitely in the crib

Chorus:

You’re so sweet come see me

I’ma give you what you need

you can be my bitch, you can be my bitch

you can be my bitch, you can be my bitch

I’m take you to my spot jump on top

I’ma give you everything you got

you can be my bitch, you can be my bitch

you can be my bitch, you can be my bitch

My girl got a girlfriend I call her play thing

why would I complain she’s everything to me man

we match together perfect

isn’t this amazing, isn’t this amazing that massage Minaj

they turned on I’m hot

three six lay text I’m playin my part

penetration over fixation, no camera taping

we’re making the bullshit until this damn..making

now I can tell you from the..so you know how to shiko

this thing I got with my bitch is so..when I’m in this mento

I’m bout to break it down on all the freaky she we in to

and feel not in the hurry now in the middle was to get you

Right we get in the crib, step right here

all you know this is, you can be my bitch

[Chorus:]

I’m heading out of state

got a jet waiting on the run way baby

I’ll be gone for a while I’m living you in charge now

and shawty won’t play and then you tell when I’m away it ain’t no game

and I go back and know how is just going down

and be back up in this bitch passing all around

You want me to just play my role

you want me to come take control ohh

ey ey

you want me to move in too slow

you just wanna see me run this show

let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

[2 x Chorus:]

She love me man

yes it’s true

50 Cent feat. Dr Dre & Alicia Keys - New Day

Idon’t take much strength to pull a trigger

But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living

Let’s see ‘em try that

Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy

The working man is a tough guy

[Hook - Alicia Keys]

Party people say, party people say

Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day

World is gettin’ ready, everybody’s ready, yeah!

For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say

A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

[Dr Dre - Verse 1]

I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me

When I was feeling like, miller light and OE

But now I ride on some conscious shit

I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments

Only one I can have a problem with is myself

It’s probably why my only competition is myself

From today to the morning

The Doctor just rock to the same drum

Fuck the past, forgot where I came from

I got the club rockin’, uh

I got your girl jockin, uh

Me and Fif’ still in this bitch

We going the distance with you party people come’on

[Hook - Alicia Keys]

Party people say, party people say

Aye it’s a new day, it’s a new day

World is gettin’ ready, everybody’s ready, yeah!

For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say

A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

[50 Cent]

Now you can get your knees on the Church floor break it better

Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it get ya

But me I got to be on top

I said me I get to be on top

I got the street on lock

I’m on automatic pilot

Aint nobody stopping me

Growing up in poverty aint filled my heart with larceny

Niggas ride out on high, I dump to get ‘em offa me

I’m a leader, natural born boss of me

They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom

Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em

I got ‘em I cut my piece and I dot ‘em

It’s dinner time when the 9 come out

It’s off the chain off, offa the brain move

Bang, off with ya brain

[Hook - Alicia Keys]

[Bridge]

Clocks on the wall

It’s now or never at all

I’m gonna give it my all, oh-oooh

Whether I rise or fall, oh-oooh

[50 Cent]

True story I said I’d get rich or die trying

I did it, good luck sucker, tryna stop my shine

Nothing matters but the music

Music my first love

We paper chasin’, I’m always coming in first cuz

I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure

I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya

I got to win, Em’ watch and Dre watch and my son watching

Fuck that, losing aint an option

I’m sharp I’m on point

The ink from my ballpoint

Throwing out my pain

I’m back on my A-game

I’m focused, for me this is just another victory

Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally

[Hook - Alicia Keys]

50 Cent - You Will Never Take My Crown

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50 Cent - Leave The Lights On

Say man you don't need much

to come to the free show

COME TO FREE SHOW

Fuck that

leave the lights on girl

60-69, leave the lights on

can't see shit, leave the lights on

girl I can't see the shit, leave the lights on

girl, leave the lights on

60-69, leave the lights on

10, leave the lights on

seat down, my..belly the pipe down

Girl, I make the bad rock like I'm on the yard shits

I taste shit tint quit lick my cup

time is money check my turbie on movement

I'm rich bitch I say move you get the movin

I'm a badly moves on tight nigga I'm cruising

looking ain't hard to tell who's winning who's losing

got the pen out surround my wrist

I'm flashin out, condo round my neck I'm cashin out

I'm nigga rich got everything to rich nigga get

I got whip for days, I got dick for days

Louie her mess is hard to Jimmie Juice

..by them blues

plus I got the product collection

I might leave my socks on sex and all habits

all habits, baby show me what you know

at the freakie you came out on the low

[Chorus:]

60-69 on the time, shawty you can be a freak for me

come and be a freak for me

girl maybe I could leave girls let my

shawty you can be a freak for me

come and be a freak tonight

Let's get right leave the lights on

I can't see the shit, leave the lights on

leave the lights on

seat down, my super belly the pipe down

Girl, I already know that SM and shit

will never spikes for me but you get your ass sweep

limited the time skip the four play

I'll be a chocolate wappin you can have your shit your way

hope the ..game good she looking excited

seven I will flight she already ride it

London, PARIS, fRENCH, Japana,

talk to me girl I just can't stand

let's get the stroking boning moaning, rolling

starting afternoon end up in next morning

stop the next round, look for my net down

so she do do..

I'll play monkey see, monkey do

so everything you do to me, I'll do to you, come on

it's..but I can't wuite here

what the fuck you're trying to say I'm ..stucking my ear

[Chorus:]

60-69 on the time, shawty you can be a freak for me

come and be a freak for me

girl maybe I could leave girls let my

shawty you can be a freak for me

come and be a freak tonight

Let's get right leave the lights on

I can't see the shit, leave the lights on

leave the lights on

seat down, my super belly the pipe down

Hey girl I know you want me,

no, what the hell wouldn't you want me

shawty now push upon me

zip down my super player with the pipe on

you're gonna just be like that

you're so insensitive

hurt my feelings

I mean from the bottom of my heart I love you

50 Cent - Complicated

Yeah!

You see a nigga soft? - My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)

A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on 'em! (beam on him...)

These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! - This sweet is sweet an' low,

I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ("Lights oooooooon! ")

Let this fake niggas get you in the mood for looove,

I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.

Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;

Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist!

Fuck pill poppin'; a strap, I pop that!

Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!

You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers

But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.

SK, I got nothing but energy! (energy!)

Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari The Remedy"! (Remedy!)

"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,

I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be.

Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me

Or it's Ruger time, - the SR-9!

Fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind

Times up, ya fucked! - Gotta learn to duck. - Whassup?

Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,

Don't maake mee! - It seems so complicaated.

Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,

Don't maake mee - show you whassup. - Don't make me fuck you up!

Listen! Any bitch on the milk box ain't missin'

I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen.

I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh;

Shyne tried to get at me, he say I'm waaashed!

I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed.

What kind of shit is that? - This only happens in rap!

These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl,

Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall.

Ice chunks in the chain, - weight spinnin',

Cream linen. - Bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em!

Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!

If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw.

It feels like it's never gon' stop.

A nigga so hot! - I may spend forever on top!

"Forever ever"? - Forever in the drop,

You can't tell I got it on lock? - Bitch!

Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,

Don't maake mee! - It seems so complicaated.

Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,

Don't maake mee - show you whassup. - Don't make me fuck you up!

50 Cent feat. Hayes - Double Up

yeah

it is what it is son niggas can’t stand it

just my fifth rapper nigga been rounded by the planet

shawty said welcome to miami

a friend said welcome to miami

just easy got puffing the back yard

back to back porsche a nigga said hard

i love money nigga just dove money

..sacramental it’s your money

be nothing nigga i’m your puff

go hundred rack on a ..i told she want me

if i want the hoe i get the hoe and ..forget the hoe

let the hoe and be a hoe pimp

pay the grant, i’m a fly nigga ..about flashin

but you’re rollin nigga tell me nigga can you buy that

i’m the biggest nigga south side means is fake ..

i told em nigga suck a dick quick ‘cause i’m stretchin

[Hook:]

i make you double up, flip flops and ..

i i i get it i got to get more

i make you double up, biggest ..

soon and badly ..maybe double up

hey ..get the big shwty the ice

i’ma show you how i do the shit

you think you know what i’m doing

but i know what i’m doing

we don’t ..the south of the boarder

with drug lugs

tryin put a harder in the drug wood

..jay z this is what happens when you disrespecting us

and cut em mother f*cker here right in front of us

that’s when i said i’m going back to cally

my man said he going back to cally

i know some ..i’m cool with

i’d rather come and slang and come to deal with this bullshit

‘cause i am gonna budge

pay me a dodge nigga ain’t no love

niggas know who they owe

my number ain’t changed bitch

front door bitch serve su when you ..quick

couldve put in the right chest close rain shit

watch you down slow let you know who you plan with

f*ck all that swear to god promise to brand shit i aint’ to ..

..i 50 they can’t shit

passengers sats they gonna say this

..we don’t drug the ..dealin we ..

before i say you played me i’m going to your house

and get killed there blow your f*cking brains out

you gotta bring your ass to get some

you gotta make cast to spit some

and i ain’t a victim of f*cker..

50 Cent feat. Kidd Kidd - OJ

[Hook: 50 Cent]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

I’m smoking up my lungs,

This liquor drowning my liver

I’m now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup

Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner

Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter

Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters

I don’t give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter

Yeah I’m kind of thinner but Goddam you’re jeans are slimmer

I don’t want you round my children, you look like a sex offender

Planet of the apes, I’m a G Unit gorilla

All these rappers claim they killers

Proly sue you when you hit them

See I’m not what you used to

I aint soo woo, I aint crippin’

I’m a rider gang nigga

We gonn get it where we fit it

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Got a new bitch that’s so bad

Yeah she don’t know what she doin’

And her ass so round and fat

When she touch me I’m like boooing!

I won’t hit and I won’t tell

So I don’t wanna flip a coin

I don’t kiss it, I don’t tell

So her close friend she can join

They don’t call me from the pens

That’s to see how things are going

So the money, it still flowing

Get a rider gang, it’s still glowing

And my neck and my wrist,

And my ears and my fist

Got diamonds all over shit glowing

And the Lambo ain’t got no top

It aint summer yet but it’s hot

You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets

And you see the bitches I got

You better believe it’s real

From the Philippines to Brazil

Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her

People can give it to you pure

100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

[Hook: 50 Cent]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls

4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars

They want me locked up

They singing like Akon

Her shatter, like a ? on

Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong

I would take your head on so you can see me head on

I’m gettin’ my air blown, you know what her head on

She got my head gone, shit I’m bout to head home

? that’s my destination

Still street, never handed in my resignation

Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting

Who tryna get served, I’m ’bout to do some catering

[Hook: 50 Cent]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit

Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit

I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

50 Cent - All His Love

[Chorus: singing]

He gon' give you all his love! (love...)

He gon' give you all his time! (time...)

He won't let a minute go by (by...)

Without the thought of you crossing his mind! (mind...)

I be like: "Fuck a bitch! " - I'm tryna stay rich

And tryna concentrate on hoes. (hoes...)

Even if I fuck that bitch to the freakiest shit

By the morning - I got the dough! (dough...)

[Verse 1:]

Yeah! - I got all kinda bitches: from vet bitches to beginner bitch (uh!)

My phone ringing and I ain't answering cause I ain't been a bitch. (yeah!)

I'm all like a pimp than a trick. - I send a bitch! (hahaaa!)

50's and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch. (whoooooo-whooooooooooooooohhhhhh!)

If we going out, we going dutch pay for your inner, bitch!

Look bitch! - This is my life, I'm on some different shit.

Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch

Bitches love me. (yeah!) - Just like I loooove me! (yeah, YEEEAH!)

Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch (uh!)

You want buy me shit? - Meet me at the mall, bitch!

Then the strip club, now holla at your ass, bitch!

Get the cash, bitch, and then go back to your man, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch (whoooohhhh!)

You with me to the end. - Bitch fuck me and a friend is sad. (uh-huh!)

I'm headed to the top, bitch, I'm tryna get it on! (yeah!)

A real bitch'll be there for a nigga if he fall.

The club packed front to the back up in this bitch (uh-huuuh!)

Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch.

Diamonds on my neck! - Diamon'-diamonds on my neck!

Bitch nigga front if you want. - We got swammies on the deck! (ooohhh!)

Put your ass here - over a bitch, the bitch ain't shit

Since a porno clip with a bitch. - She can't suck dick;

But damn nigga, use your head!

She gon' find another dick to suck when you're dead! [echoes] (hahaaa!)

[Outro:]

WestSiiide!

This that shit right here.

Feel like it's s'pose to be on that "Detox"!

Yeah!

Niggas think they better than me...

But they NOT!

Fuck that!

I'm just gon' start over!

So why you act like I ain't been that nigga 8 years?

And I'm a new nigga!

Call me "Ferrari"!

GG-GG- G-Unit!

50 Cent feat. Kidd Kidd - Get Busy

[50 Cent]

Get busy

Get busy

I'm insane ye,chained

I'm the head of the brain

In a weird gang

Make it rain,trick

Make it rain

I hold on the money

And buy more cocaine

Off the chain

I ain't playin'

I get it him the semi

Stun I let it rain

He rap I rap

But we ain't the same

He love a game

I run a train

Canary yellow eruptes in the brain

Everything private I hold in my planes

Every now bartender more champaigne

I shawn like crowman's Arizona rain

I stunt when I want

I ain't never gonna change

I go load the wood in my cardian frames

This what happens when the great big genie

Blow up on my own out this biddie

[Chorus]

I ball out bottles after bottles

'Till I fall out

I stunt, I do it my way

I'm on now , get my money long now

Look here, you ain't got it like me

Doing like me

Get busy get busy

Too stunt

Doing like me

Get busy busy

Too stunt

[Kidd Kidd]

Tell me why you don't like me

My chain too icy

The diamonds on my right hand

Striking like lightning

Throwing cake on your wife

When she liking the icing and uh

It's not even my birthday

She tellin' me she love me

And I wanna be your happy pusher

Then pulled the beetle in the first place

Nah dance the Ali Key let me hold some

Look 'cause I know you know

And I know you nothing

With your rope in,coat in

Type of shit gonna get wild with no man

Ride a game thing,play the bitch without the ball

It's my night boy better love 'till mor'

I'm a boss plus walking big ballin' and

Talking,benz parking,rims glosin',click closer

Tell her way you drained the bottles

With the towels sparkling

Say money talks, bitch my money talks

Now

[Chorus]

I ball out bottles after bottles

'Till I fall out

I stunt, I do it my way

I'm on now , get my money long now

Look here, you ain't got it like me

Doing like me

Get busy get busy

Too stunt

Doing like me

Get busy busy

Too stunt

Doing like me

Get busy busy

Yeah

50 Cent - Murder One

Hey yo 50,

I was thinking, you should go back to doing the shit you used to do

Murder them, murder them, if I let … I murder them

Niggas be fronting, word up it’s stunting til they heard up

Their semi talk, I let that buck, I had these niggas running hard

I pull a nigga skirt up, and have him kicking dirt up

I get a nigga hit a nigga, back up stupid hard

Silence, it’s the return of the tyrants

Symptom … we’re botch closed islands

Stand close to the homie you wanna die with

Flames come up bout the…the shit that I do

I’m talking like the feds ain’t listening

Nigga this a pool of piranhas you pissing it

I get it nigga if you want it

Better ask niggas out me I be on it

I get the drop, blow at your knot, perfect planning

Hit your back with something hot, out the can

It’s murder one, and I’m at a …, matter

Then it’s another one, back to back we’re working

It’s murder one, and I’m at a …, matter

Then it’s another one, back to back we’re working

You know I got the strap on me, bar holding that for me

I’m fucked up, it really doesn’t matter though

100 9 millimeter shells in the telico

Wait, niggas drop like domino

Run for your life puta, see, vamo nos

I was taught to see my … long time ago

Walk around with cocaine, yeah even my mama know

I cut a o in the …made 4 hundred off deck

You know a nigga grind

Like Cindi Lauper bitch, time after time

A nigga shine, like a nickel 9

I been talking to the man in the mirror

Nigga show ass, they be shaking like it’s…

It seems like my vision’s coming clearer

Steady coming with the hammer,

… it’s funny how niggas never hear you

Till you run down on them, gun down on them

It’s murder one, and I’m at a …, matter

Then it’s another one, back to back we’re working

It’s murder one, and I’m at a …, matter

Then it’s another one, back to back we’re working.

50 Cent feat. Snoop Dogg & Precious Paris - Remain Calm

[50 Cent - Verse 1]

Try to remain calm, you’re fucking with a don

Pocket full of green, green in the bong

That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on

Two little timepiece?

Niggas still want me dead like Osam’

But they aint gon’ make, they come at me wrong

Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they’re bosses

Ferrari, I’m stronger than 5 hundred horses

Money is power, you niggas better wake up

My earrings blinking, that’s old shit from Jacob

Add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats

You can’t run and get ya ?, you aint got it

Blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand

You could get shot fucking with Floyd that’s my man

Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team

Pinky ring flawless, my God I’m gorgeous

[Hook]

Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don

Remain calm, hoe, remain calm

Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don

Remain calm, don’t ring the alarm

Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don

Remain calm, nigga, remain calm

Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don

Remain calm, this a Al Qaeda bomb

[Snoop Dogg]

I’m chillin’ like a villain while I’m dealin’ I am

Rulin’ while I’m coolin’ with my tool in my hand

Post up, coast up, this is my life bitch

Up close only, you’ll get stuck with a knife bitch

Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch

Got a lot of hoes but Charmaine, that’s my white bitch

The rest of my bitches, nah, they ain’t gonna like this

But I don’t give a fuck cause they all love this night stick

But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs

Collar popped up cool as the Fonz

Motherfucker, have a seat and loosen up

Get a glass of some gin now juice it up

Deuces up

See there’s a line there for a reason

And if you cross it no more breathin’

You’re leavin’, believe it

We understand each other

Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in you brother

Ya digg?

[Hook]

[Precious Paris]

With Fif’ on that shit, that glock cocked in ya face

My ? cocked in ya face, you know you wan’ taste

Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out

6 inch Givenchy’s and bitch finna act out

Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like

I know what the bread like

My ? headlight, shine like I shine

Night or day time

But nah, nana-nah-na

Make a nigga walk by, everything I say by

Nana-nah-na

Get wet I got that comeback

Dead crack, my assets is ass jack

Stunt I tell my niggas right where your stash at

You’re fucking with a southside bitch

I go where the money go

I’m at ‘em, I put her on the strobe

Get my money hoe

Catch me in Ferragamo

Or Dolce & Gabbana or ?

I’m b-squared up, what?

[Hook]

50 Cent Feat. Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns

50 Cent Feat. Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns

[Hook 1]

Got my guns and magazines

Ending up in front of me

Nothing is quite as it seems

F-ck with me and you will see

[Hook 2]

Shoot your gun now make you a believer

Now you better pray for somethin’ more

[1st Verse : 50 Cent]

I go to war to my house

Stop niggas ain’t listening

Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn’s christening

Tell your homie tell his homies

He gon’ need more homies

Ain’t this a b!tch I got an extended clip right on me

And my diamonds on my neck

A dead nigga did scheme on it

The ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on it

I’ll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby

I got money to run, so f-ck an alibi

[Hook 2]

Shoot your gun now make you a believer

Now you better pray for somethin’ more

[2nd Verse : 50 Cent]

Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga

All that means is you f-ck nigga

I get the drop I’m on it

Morning or night, I spot-cha I gotcha

Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking ‘who shot-cha’

As the world turns, ?? will be learned

The ?? burns and I ain’t concerned if I ain’t hit

And I ain’t here, so a nigga doesn’t really give a shit

You know who you f-cking with

Come through dumber than a clip

Niggas be on the same stupid shit

Till they get hit, ain’t that a bitch?

[3rd Verse : Kidd Kidd]

K-I double, shot gun barrel double

I always run a couple and I move ‘em on a double

Racks in the duffel

Mac with the muzzle

Makin’ circles in you, all black like a tunnel

I only know how to hustle

Can’t stay outta trouble

I got a big gun, muthaf-ckers scuffle

Kidd Kidd, will you ever change?

F-ck no, pimps don’t ride a game you already f-cking know

[Hook 1]

Got my guns and magazines

Ending up in front of me

Nothing is quite as it seems

F-ck with me and you will see

[Hook 2]

Shoot your gun now make you a believer

Now you better pray for something more

[4th Verse : Kidd Kidd]

Man these niggas so fake, I call ‘em knock off

Light pringles high pop the top off

You ain’t hot dog

You the f-cking Micky Mouse (aw)

I’m on fire like Louisiana hot sauce

Brand new J’s cost a buck fifty nickle

???

Been f-cking with the pigs, you a guinea nigga

Plus you always baked, you’s a ?? nigga

I wear my gun like its trendy nigga

You p-ssies ain’t shit, get it little

Uh, see where all that bitching getcha

Right in front of this pistol

[Hook 1]

Got my guns and magazines

Ending up in front of me

Nothing is quite as it seems

F-ck with me and you will see

[Hook 2]

Shoot your gun now make you a believer

Now you better pray for something more

50 Cent - Put Your Hands Up

Uh, all I do is this

Stunt when I want, ride new shit

Uh, all I do is this

Uh, niggas new to this

[1st Verse]

I’m super-rich like Russell, naw Leor

I’m decked out, my bitch smell like Dior

She spoiled, she want it, she can have that

Your bitch cool, but where her Birkin’ bag at?

You can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch

Be my guest, look at mine, I’m the shit

I’m hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don’t it?

I get bread my watch I blew a loaf on it

Get caught staring at that get smoked for it

Fool, my swag unlimited

So fly, ain’t shit I can’t buy

Louis Vuitton kicks, my Louis Vuitton bitch

Fresh off the runway, get your one one-day

Catch me in Milan, tuxedo on

The black James Bond, nigga I’m a Don

I do what I want, when and where I want

[Hook]

Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see

What’s up, you know you wanna party with me

Let’s f-ck, we wilding in the place to be

Bitch quit playing

Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see

What’s up, you know you wanna party with me

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Let’s f-ck, we wilding in the place to be

Nigga quit playing

[2nd Verse]

Catch me riding solo, Purple Label Polo

Paparazzi photo my side bitch in Manolo

It’s all about dough though, my knuckle game like ?

Plus I get to shooting, but keep that on the low though

(Hey!) Nigga, I don’t really got to talk about it

Me, I get paper, moves I make major

Shoes I rock – gator, wing tips player

My style so pure, I’m so couture

I’m down by ? so the ? be ?

Hold up, wait a minute, money – I’m gonna spend it

Or why the f-ck would I hustle hard to get it?

So many flows, the hoes be on the di-d!ck

And when they pop it and lock it, they know I’m with it

Dame lingua, give tongue while I hit it

She a star, fresh from PR

Give me more, baby give me more

[Hook]

Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see

What’s up, you know you wanna party with me

Let’s f-ck, we wilding in the place to be

Bitch quit playing

Put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see

What’s up, you know you wanna party with me

Let’s f-ck, we wilding in the place to be

Nigga quit playing.

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