"I Smell Pussy"

Son 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?
Y'all niggas is pussy
I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.
It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
My old relations just make it harder for me to except her....
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
I'm not at home she's thinkin' that 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 with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can't say I love you I dont know what that means
I'ma pimp.

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 2:]
When I first met her
I did anything to get her (what?)
Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh)
Reminiscin' on late nights when I try 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 writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin'
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex
All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 3:]
I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me)
or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I'm fuckin' with you
I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes
Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day
Mama ain't home so the noise is okay
O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin' (whoo)
The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'
Whether we're just kickin' it or sexin' (uh huh) I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
When niggas get out of line I check them man

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

Yeah
Don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
Punk ass mothafuckas
All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
Ain't no mothafuckas 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 (kiss) come on come here girl
Come on gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]
You know they say I'm sexy now
Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.


[Edit byCharmedS: Izmenjen Tekst]

"Killa Tape Intro"

New York City...
You are now rockin with 50 cent..
Are you ready?
[Gun click]
I said are you ready?
See you wit me nigga?
DROP DEAD.

[mumbles:] Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
"G UNIT"
"Somthin new"
I'm not that nigga in your video
I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes
and Niggaz know, I be on the low
but I miss my dawg
and I twist my drawer
I'm not that nigga that you think you know
I walk around with a big fo-fo
You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg
I be at rite are your crib, right at your door

What up 50?

Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted alot
I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop
so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin
Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin
im so hard at nine-teen I bought a benz, I did.
The older niggaz really wasn't feelin the kid
Try to find where I live so they could run in my crib
but you can't hustle a hustler I peeped it and slid
Back then, Niggaz used to call me bo
At six months I told them "Million go tops on Gar-bo"
Country came around, hes into clappin
country left, same shit started happening
Like "He shot rob for some ends, rob shot joe for some skins,
Cory shot drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again..

"naw nigga, ain't nuthin changed nigga,
yea I've been gone for a minute, but I'm BACK!"
(damn 50 it's good to see you back in the hood)
you see my cherry red SL nigga I'm doin good
sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
so, I take a quote from menace "LOOK AT THE WHEELS!!"
I'm addicted to stuntin, now that I'm holdin something,
I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ?
(oh will you let me hold something?)
nigga you high or something? I don't play games I'm
bout my money nigga buy something!
I got a few 5ths, I got a few 9's,
Here nigga take one...

"yea, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga,
you kno don't say I didn't look out for you. KnowhatImean?
But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes
when you come back you gonna have my paper for that thang thang knowhatI'msayin?
I don't want it back, don't try to use it then give it back to me
Cuz I ya'll niggaz now, runnin around sayin
"50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us" ha ha...
Sit tight nigga I'm comin! You know? New shit!!!
All the shit I put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes
I got a million...
...
OH MY GOD!! My shit is so hot right now I'm in the zone


[Edit byCharmedS: Izmenjen Tekst]

"Rotten Apple"

[50 Cent]
I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation
I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation
I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents
My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation
Niggaz be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin'
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason
Nigga witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em
If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em
Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
That's how it's goin' down

[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down

[50 Cent]
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New York
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three
In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin'
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?
My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused
On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you"
My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
That's how we get down

[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down

[50 Cent]
In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit
I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me
I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.
Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life
You should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'"
"Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'"
I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked
It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts
Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with
the pump, you can have it how you want
But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh)
Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?
I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
That's how we get down

[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somthin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down

That's What's Up (feat. G Unit)

    (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
    [Chorus- Banks]
    G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

    [50 Cent-between Banks]
    G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]

    [50 Cent]
    I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up

    [Lloyd Banks]
    Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
    See every now and then I smile just not today
    In my hood they let the choppers spray
    Somebody probably got shot today
    I named em pop when niggas surfboard
    You aint stoppin me dawg
    Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
    You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
    You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
    I got tattoos as well as lead marks
    To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
    My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
    Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
    Beef, you a target
    Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
    Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
    I aint a peoples person
    I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
    Even though I got the shit in the stores
    I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes
    Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws
    Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
    Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
    I'm blowin on damn haze
    All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
    If you aint up on thangs
    Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
    Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
    I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw
    Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
    I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
    Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the meanings is wit me
    Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
    You only spend time at the mall
    On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)

    [Chorus- Banks]
    G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

    [50 Cent-between Banks]
    G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
    That's what's up

    [50 Cent]
    Keep thinkin I'm candy
    Aint nuttin sweet about me
    Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
    Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
    Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake
    I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
    They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
    You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
    Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
    I got a ruger on my hip
    You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
    You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
    12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
    Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
    Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home
    Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)

    [Chorus- Banks]
    G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

    [50 Cent-between Banks]
    G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]

    [Tony Yayo]
    Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
    When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
    And even though the kid rappin
    I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
    My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
    Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
    Don't get moved on
    Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
    Then breeze through ya projects
    When the coke come back
    It's the China White
    And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice
    Let's ride O T
    And burn the tape
    I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
    Since Yayo be a fearless man
    I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
    And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous
    They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
    I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
    I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
    You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
    I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
    Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas
    Prepare for class
    Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
    Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps

    [Banks]
    Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
    G-Unit nigga
    We about to gorrilla this industry man
    Yall niggas better know
    Yall niggas better fear us nigga
    Word to my mother nigga
    Fuck yall niggas wanna do
    1 2 4 nigga G-Unit
    50 Cent
    Tony Yayo
    Lloyd Banks nigga
    Bllllatttt

"U Not Like Me"

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

[Verse]
Niggas wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggas sign language, that ain't def son
[click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fucking cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn

[Chorus 2X]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

[Verse]
Momma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggas, I'm still waiting
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the cross, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waiting for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE

[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

[Verse]
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligible for that
I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you know
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hoes
Niggas broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearing starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watching you watching me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha

[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

[Ad-libing to the end]

"50 Bars"

50 Bars of pleasure 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gonna remember my name 50

[repeat]

Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me
He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
Unless you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and E-Bags
When they came through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz they loved to get gully
Summertime still had on black gloves and scullies
The Lex 450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head
But he an OG remind me of Chaz and Bump real low key
Sounded like he didn't know nothing about drama
For this money shit many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof glass was rolled down on the S-Class
Heard in DC he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this a young nigga gettin it like Rich Porter
Sonny came in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block from constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project changed
His man just got fucking murked by Salene
Heard he got it in the range nigga Bean popped one in his brain
Over some-thing took his watch and his chain
Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main.
In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back
Bow down baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies
Son he smokin that shit I can see it in his eyes
Coming up wise emotions closed
Most buying round looking for wisemen toast
Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More
They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to Diesel
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant more cream
First it was him and his brother now he got a team
Went from 5 and a half grams to living the dream
City pulled up Goddamn you know his format
Bentley is all marble in the door and floor match
Got the gats out the stash box popped 2 glocks
Peace "All Eyez on Me" 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent Gotti up north
That's Dime in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he talk like he a Don
Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitian cat
Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian Jack
I peep his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at niggaz mumbling fuck you in Creole
Heard war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and send shots through ya
Few niggaz tried to murk him, most them got fount
Some turnt away try to run they in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof snorkel, bulletproof hat
Got out a Black hummer he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that lets go

"Get Out The Club"

[50 Cent-talking over beat]
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha

[50 Cent]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We wanna parlay wit you

[50 Cent]
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names
Bitch why don't you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy BITCH (woo)
I'm gone show em now
I'm gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it's goin down
Them bitches think pussy precious
Them niggas they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest-es
Look I don't give a fuck nigga
Bitch I aint buyin no pussy
Nigga you'll die if you push me
Nigga you know I'm holy
Bitch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it
I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me
Get out the club bitch

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit

[50 Cent]
My whole team gettin dough bitch
On the low bitch, friends'll kick a nigga do' down fo sho bitch
Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha
I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you
On that pre-Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit
Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch
I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga
Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga
Shit hit the fan, we fuck around and murdered a nigga
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
Fuck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit

[50 Cent]
This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love
Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg"
I aint bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?"
Bitches know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin
I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin
When ever I'm around motherfuckas stop joke-in
They know how I get down, I be motherfuckin Loc-in
Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH

[50 Cent talking over beat]
2000 shit motherfucker you know how this shit goin down
This is my shit, from now on this is my shit
Nigga can't eat, nigga can't sleep, nigga can't do shit
Unless I say he can nigga
Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I'll leave wit 4 stiches
Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherfucka that roll wit you
You bitch ass nigga I'ma see you

Nigga is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You fucked up, shoulda murdered me playa
Nigga is sweet like candy
I don't care how much you pray
Nigga I don't care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
I can get you now or later, later, playa

"Be A Gentleman"

[Chorus]
It's best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that)
Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend

[50 Cent]
Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja
I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish to fry
Since 'How to Rob' a lot of niggas been naming names
Monkey see monkey do, I done changed the game
Still niggas acting like I don't get down or something
Like I aint the next nigga to wear the crown or something
You gonna talk about your chips till we run in your crib
And you gone ask dumb questions like "Can I Live?"
Look, If I shoot you, I'm famous
If you shoot me your brainless, you said it yourself
I'm slick enough to twist your lines and send them back at you
Swift enough to snatch the mack and pop that at you
Take it personal see if I won't send you to hell
I've done told Ton and Pok? they better have my bail
But if its over a mil don't put the crib up dun
Cause if 50 get free nigga, 50 gonna run

[Chorus 2x]
It's best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh, nigga take that)
Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend
(bo! bo! bo! bo! bo!...It's gangsta)

[50 Cent]
Look I'm supposed to be cocky, I ain't a po' no mo'
I ain't gotta steal from the corna' store no mo'
Got my own crib, I ain't sleepin' on the flo' no mo'
Bouncers don't try to play me at the do' no mo'
But when they see me they say search him
"He might have the nine
He might shoot this motherfucker up like Shyne"
It's been a while since a new nigga came tight like this
Ya man, he aight, but he ain't quite like this
Niggas is feelin' it
The Benz pullin up on the set (uh huh)
Me jumpin out 30 tho on my neck (uh huh uh huh)
And since you said it was nothin' to sweat (what)
That you was outta line so here's what you get
A verbal ass kickin'
Jesus Christ sent me to test ya
Let's see how see how he act's under pressure
Till Makaveli returns it's 'All Eyez On Me'
Till the feds build up cases and find pie's on me

[Chorus 2x]
It's best you be a gentleman
and you watch what you say (bwahh bwahh bwahh, bwahh nigga take that)
Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend
(bo! bo! bo!, It's gangsta)

It's gangsta, 2000 shit

[Echoing]
Ya'll know what you need to do, get together,
make a We Are The World record, faggot ass niggas)



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"Fuck You"

[Chorus: scratching]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" [3x]
Styles "I don't give a fuck" [3x]
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"

[Verse]
Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin'
I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin'
Comin' up, I was taught never back down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em
There's a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who's somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET'S GO

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic"
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede"
Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
Ha-ha


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"Too Hot"
(feat. Nas, Nature)

[Intro: DJ scratching]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit" - [Ghostface Killah]
"Admit it, you bit it" - [G. Dep]
"Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - [Ghostface Killah]
"Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - [G. Dep]
[Repeat]

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it's a hot, a hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I'm a tell ya'll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!

[Chorus]
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'
[Repeat]

[Verse 2 - Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I'm like a black man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm creeping up
Ya'll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm rich kid
Either or, you can't stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.

[Chorus - Last line cut off]

"Niggas bit off Nas" - Ghostface Killah
"Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep
"Tell these niggas somethin' God" - Ghostface Killah

[Verse 3 - Nas]
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go

[Intro - Once]

[Chorus]


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