Green Lantern50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick Feel this... (non stop) ... Motion picture shit hahahaha Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha Catch ya slippin' i'ma give you what I got for ya My clip loaded wit' 16 shots for ya Never had a hot gun on your waist and blarin' to shoot Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you? Homie you ain't been through what I been through You not like me and i'm not like you I'm like a animal wit' it when I spit it it's crazy Got semi-autos to put holes in niggaz tryina play me One shot is not enough you need least a uzi to move me After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin' woozy I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked I never heard of you you heard of me I murder you Spit shells through your convertible Lowest you notice? Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is raw You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 Cent... I know you like that Yeah I know you like that Green Lantern... Shady Records... Anger Management Tour... homie... Yeah 50 Cent Index Elementry(Feat. G-Unit, Scarlett) [50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can't fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It's elementary [Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I flight the night From L.A. to N.Y. I'm Harlem bound You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett 'round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs I hear 'em whispering " dat ain't a man, shit that's her." She roll with them G Unit niggas, that's what's up Disrespect me, I'll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20's for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think I'm playing bitch And the police we'll have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake [50 Cent] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying, "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks' in the house [Lloyd Banks] Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil', I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell You can't you tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So I'm drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon' open You can dance next to me, but don't throw an elbow I'll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes Hell no I ain't paying for pleasure Your pussy don't bring rainbows and pots of treasure It's every girl's dream, to floss with the team Long on the suine DVD's on the screen Blowing on cream Waiting for you to scheme You ain't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine [50 Cent] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying, "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Tony Yayo] I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig I'm artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me So ya'll niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies Ya'll irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down 'Cause I just passed security without no pat down You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P So my pockets never be empty It ain't no problem, we scoop them models We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos 50 got me getting ass like I never did So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid [50 Cent] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying, "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it's all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [50 Cent] The cat in the house go Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow The bird in the cage go Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet It's elementary 50 Cent Index Fat Bitch(Feat. G-Unit) We over here... with some fat chicks [50] Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches That's Yayo Don't be stuck on the things they say Now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty world) I ain't fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes) Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [50] Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master But you got it on level 2, bitch go a little faster Look girl I ain't gon lie, I'll tell you how I feel They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot And your big ass fin to pop all up out the halter top Find the right chick, wearing some tight shit, and it's on See your ass wearing some tight shit, we like "She wrong" Don't be stuck on the things they say Now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world) I ain't fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes) [50] Yeah, you got some nice eyes, but you's a big bitch man Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat That Burger King dun got your ass fat fat McDonald's dun got your ass fat fat That Dominos dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [Lloyd Banks] I like 'em slim in the waste, curves in the right place A bitch wit hips, lips, and a nice face Your appetite'll put a dent up in a nigga salary You need to stop burnin that weed, and burn a calorie Your attitude is like you always have gear You got a pony tail, you ain't always have hair I just wanna see your Capri's comin' down Mami we run the town, stay away if you 300 pounds Don't be stuck on the things they say Now you know it's a nasty world (know it's a nasty world) I ain't fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate So let me compliment your eyes [50] I'll say something nice about ya eyes, cause you's a big bitch man Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat Them Entenmann's dun got your ass fat fat Them Little Debbie's dun got your ass fat fat These cup cakes dun got your ass fat fat Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat [Tony Yayo] I ain't no trick, I ain't have to borrow with my wallet Freakin' off in your car, on your closet It ain't nothing wrong wit a big, strong girl If you can cook your ass off, I'll give you the world You can be skinny or fat, white or black Nigga pussy is pussy so, yeah, I'll hit that I'm a freak, sure I love minage a trois And I really care lees if you twice my size Don't be stuck on the things they say Now you know it's a nasty world ' It's a nasty world I ain't fuckin wit you anyway Cause I know your a nasty girl - You's a nasty girl I ain't never gon discriminate, so let me compliment your eyes [50] I'm a compliment your eyes Yayo'll fuck wit you big bitches but I'm a stay the fuck away from ya Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat Stay the fuck away from, you fuckin fat bitch Fuck wit Tony Yayo, ho 50 Cent Index Banks Victory(Feat. Lloyd Banks) [50 Cent] Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm the wrong one to provoke You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning's a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark Run, move startin a wave And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I'm the young pimp pardon my age I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids Niggas find what club they at Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac Get advances from grey agra See these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa' I go the college on the tour I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor By now, you probably heard of me Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy You match now, back down Niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear Catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized It's a damn shame y'all still local I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals Nigga [50 Cent] Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere You gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life And yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin..... To encourage you, somethin positive Aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere Get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve Fuckin dirtbag 50 Cent Index Back Seat / Tony Yayo(Feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit)) [50 Cent] Now play my Tony Yayo shit Yeah, 50 Cent G-Unit Remix Tony Yayo We gonna do it again Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov' So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov' So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe [Tony Yayo] Hey yo, my truck talk for me If I was bummy and ugly Your bitch'll still have love for me As long as I push a truck, rims chunky Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye And them loud system full of bass and highs You see that X5 BM Packed with Puerto Ricans Bad mommies on the low, just creepin Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH) [50 Cent] Might see me in the Jeep Rollin' 'round 4 deep And you know we on the creep Nigga, I'm holdin' it Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov' So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov' So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe [Tony Yayo] Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road I pull the seats back Put the sheets in the luggage rack Pull out my balls And play an Aaron Hall track I tell a chick "Bend over, mami" Hit 'em with the Henny Dick Now my windows foggy Its time to party, I got TV's, CD's and DVD's Now bitch, get on your knees You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat Don't cum on my leather, don't stain my floor mats Where's your baby mama? She in the truck and I'm blessin her Undressing her Make hop out for air re-freshener I ain't stressing her 'Cause my rims keep checkin her She's 21, my rim size older than her TWENTY TWO'S [50 Cent] Niggas say they want beef But when they see me in the street They don't slow down to speak 'Cause they know I'm holdin .. Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov' So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov' So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe 50 Cent Index After My CheddarAye what's up Yo this is 50 Cent and I'm here with my man DJ On Point And you know why his name is On Point cuz he on point pussy Go 'head play that shit I'll lay ya fucking punk ass out nigga When you frown at me (Yeah!) Is it cuz I won't provide for you girl? (Cuz I won't provide) You're after my cheddar (haha) And your friends they see it too (c'mon) Spending notes is what your up to (Is this what you want??) Women are after my cheddar (Is this what you want?!) [50 Cent] I gave you a style, Gucci this Fendi that (Yeah) Burberry bag, shoes and the hat to match (Aha) I like the way it look but bitch I ain't buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news But no more Prada shoes (Uh!) When I just wanna chill you wanna go out (WOO!) See me poly with some other chick you wanna show out They say I'm wrong when I dog your ass like I should Now you can reminisce on the times I treated you good When you frown at me (Yeah!) Is it cuz I won't provide for you girl? (Cuz I won't provide) You're after my cheddar (haha) And your friends they see it too (c'mon) Spending notes is what your up to (Is this what you want??) Women are after my cheddar (Is this what you want?!) [Lloyd Banks] You could think about me grinding my fans (Yeah!) You even got more than one watch on it's too much time on your hands (Aha) They say behind every good man is a woman (WOO!) So if Tash pull up stash the cannon in your linnen (C'mon) I'll never be a chouffer to the mall So learn to appreciate the CD's and posters on the wall Fatal attraction is mad real The last bitch I deaded went crazy and swallowed thirty Advils When you frown at me (Yeah!) Is it cuz I won't provide for you girl? (Cuz I won't provide) You're after my cheddar (haha) And your friends they see it too (c'mon) Spending notes is what your up to (Is this what you want??) Women are after my cheddar (Is this what you want?!) [Lloyd Banks] They say money makes the world go 'round And material things make a hoe go down (Fuh sho'!) I see you in your Prada, Gucci, and BCBG (Aha) Bitch I'm getting rich but I don't trick on GP (Yeah) It's $5 dresses and $10 skirts Bitch play the strip and put in work (WOO!) Birds wanna have my baby since I saw my contract So I gotta double up in case the condom snap When you frown at me (Yeah!) Is it cuz I won't provide for you girl? (Cuz I won't provide) You're after my cheddar (haha) And your friends they see it too (c'mon) Spending notes is what your up to (Is this what you want??) Women are after my cheddar (Is this what you want?!) Look, don't ask me for shit, man I ain't got nothing for you, man Yo, what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can't sing, bitch? Bitch, I'm Luther Vandross in the shower 50 Cent Index Soldier(Feat. G-Unit) (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! [50 Cent] It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks But the eagles I got own sixteen shots Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin') (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) [Lloyd Banks] It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next Duck nigga, everdays war I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store Don't make me send the piece at you I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo Look creampuff, you can get killed here Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star So I'mma fuck all fifty fans Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin') (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) [Tony Yayo] I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber Four five six feet, I off ya feet I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em Give it up, Burger King is hirin' You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime I jump out with a nina and a mack I have you like Khia, my neck, my back 50 Cent Index Say What You Want(Feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?" I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup [Tony Yayo] I get money, money I got So its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta Heavy pistol sales for living My gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue While I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep Thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress See me in a black lex, hard-top My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?) So I'm gon sell like the box office features Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT! But deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT! Cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches And plus we on the road to the riches You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out [Lloyd Banks] Lately I been going through a phase Hope they aint tap the phones Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones Therefore I'm on the move with the squad I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad Picture me putting jewels on a broad I'd rather put shoes on the car A pool in the yard You don't really wanna fool with the god Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards In this game, you only make it far if you loyal And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty Tryin to be cool Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out [50 Cent] Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh) Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from watching Brucie B Look, I shot the sheriff And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz I'm all about the chips I done took them trips 22's on the 6 26 on the bricks And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug Gimme his watch and his chain We not the same, he a lame He want pussy I'm bout my money man Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange I'll see you another day motherfucker it's 50 Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out 50 Cent Index Clue Shit![ 50 Cent talking ] You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like Yeah, I told her I write music for a living And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent And she said "oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time" And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker See me I switch up hoopties cause niggaz play me, just to shoot me You know how it is in the hood Dead men don't hear no applause Don't men don't go off on tours Dead men don't accept no awards 50 that thought you was dead kid, kid 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker Niggaz thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker Niggaz thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me I don't hesitate to pull out the burnin' nigga I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin' If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah) When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh) You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo) I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr) You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh) I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah) About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh) I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT) 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh) I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back) Niggaz thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga) 50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh) Niggaz thought they got me 9, 9 shells couldn't stop me I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me [50 Cent talking ] This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder) This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder) 50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit) DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early) (Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent) Damn, (we both from Queens) That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin') (Hey, ya'll niggaz cannot stop Queens) (WOO) 50 Cent Index Funk FlexFunk Flex Yeah, G-Unit You understand whats about to happen? huh .. huh? (do you understand?) Nigga guess who's bizzack It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov' 50 Cent y'all niggas should know Don't make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo' You punk nigga I done told you before Fuck being in a cage, man that shits for the birds I do my dirt in the hood, but I live in the burbs When you talk be careful how you choose your words Cause I send niggas to put ya fuckin brains on the curb Am I my brother's keeper? Yes I am Nigga you know they gettin low you see that gun in my hand G-Unit - don't go fuckin with my soldiers, boy Get laid out, im'a say I told you boy See you rollin with 20 niggas, we rolling with 20 guns 16 hollows is loaded in every one I know you slow, so I do the math thats 320 shells flyin at your ass (ha) You spend a lot of time talkin about how you ball out When u get hit you gonna run and bleed till u fall down I guess you didnt think we was down to go all out One second, you was wrong You ain't on the shit we on My money getting long Now my team getting strong I'm gone Gone Nigga guess who's bizzack It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov' 50 Cent y'all niggas should know Don't make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo' You punk nigga I done told you before Nigga guess who's bizzack It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov' 50 Cent y'all niggas should know Don't make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo' You punk nigga I done told you before ... 50 cent And I'm back to act up so strap up Funk Flex Kingpin style Ya heard me C'mon, c'mon Make me cut something Make me bust something C'mon, c'mon I want you to C'mon 50 Cent Index Whoo Kid[50 Cent talking] You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine [50 Cent] I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' shit I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest? My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail Whether it's two G's or twenty G's Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls I'm not that nigga that you striptease for You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, bitch! You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine [50 Cent talks till end] 50 Cent Index PT2. & Bump Heads(Feat. G-Unit) [50 Cent] I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears The reason there's two karats in each of ya ears I splurge with the paper ma, I don't care How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine So when I shine, you shine The finest champagne, we can toast to life Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice Don't let ya fears let you confuse sayin' "fifty's bad news" I need you in my life girl, your too much to lose Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out Then you'll bump heads wit me I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Tony Yayo] G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas I ain't tryin' to be dirty, still on the strip I'm tryin' to be dirty, filthy rich Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy Give Tony too much dope, I'm pushin' the big boy V12, SL detailed I rap and wait for them checks in the mail If you hatin', your due time life will expire Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!" Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick And this 'dro and this nestle got me right So my lungs be as black as Wesley Snipes I'm on first class flights heading towards Vegas Ya slot machines niggas, we crap table players I roll a seven, cause we crap table players Nigga, you won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out Then you'll bump heads wit me I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on I'm hidin' out, so my meals is home cooked I deal wit more ho's than a chinese phone book Your high with your messed up ratchets I'm out blowin' haze bags the size of ketchup packets Fuck who's in ya ride, there's tools on my side By the females standin' with tattoos on they thighs There's a lot of cats losin' they wives Cause next time I see 'em, they got black and blues on they eyes Nah, I ain't ready to die, but I'm prepared But I'd rather grow old with grey hairs in my beard They know me in the field, the kid with the fans That argue over my balls like Kobe and Shaquille If you talkin' bout millions throw me in the deal Big city, stadium tour, ruining the bill motherfucker 50 Cent Index WankstaIt's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on Paroza's, 94 cuz I commit tha crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin 50 Cent Index |
