Follow Me Gangster(Feat. G-Unit) [50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones Big got hit in that passenger seat Pac got hit in that passenger seat Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin' Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours Southside tatted on my back My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two 380's and a nine Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin' You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me [Tony Yayo] I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five Y'all niggas wanna die? I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder That's why the mac react like a king cobra Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me [Lloyd Banks] Still walk around wit' the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cutt, packin' middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings It's 8 class karats in the border I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter Brown colored from shit, he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You're thicker than water Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa You can be a Blood or a Crip Nigga, you bitch Follow Me 50 Cent Index To All My Niggas(Feat. Notorious B.I.G.) [P.Diddy] Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [50 Cent] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again) And to all niggas that do it I love [B.I.G.] To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!) To all my Bronx (It's war nigga) To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away) [B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [50 Cent] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop for the town Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler [50 Cent] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! [50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can" Don't let your people feel your awkward I tame I'm not lame Get gassed up to get blast up Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa 50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa' This new place like home, New York - New York I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly Even the hood they feel me [gun cocked] hah! I'm on fire! Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch! [50 Cent] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho! 50 Cent Index 'Till I Collapse FreestyleGGGGGGGG G-unit 50 Cents, Shady, Aftermath The dreamteam We got to get the get well cards niggas is sick Feel this Motion picture shit Now don't think I won't hit you because I'm popular, I got p 90 rugger to pop at ya, catch you slipping I'm give you what I got for ya, my clip loaded for 16 shots for ya, ever had a hot gun on ya waste and blood on your shoe because the nigga went and said the wrong shit to you, homie you ain't been threw what I been threw you not like me and I'm not like you. I'm like an animal wit it when I spit it's crazy, got semi-autos to put holes in niggas try to play me, One shot is not enough you need at least an uzi to move me, after four bottles of don the kid start to feeling woozy, I write my life you write what you see in gangsta movies, I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me, I find my space at the top I got this rap shit lock, I never heard of you but yo heard of me I murder you, I spit shells at your convertible lotis you notice I put hollowtips all through your door you not prepared for me the kid is back 50 cents I know you like that I know you like that. 50 Cent Index Places To GoYeah G-Unit Aftermath G-Unit I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you You mistaken me for somebody that you should be testing, Your should be stressin I'm gonna fuckin teach you a lesson, MAC 101's in session and lace the track that I'm blessin, Smith and western's, the weapon, in case you just guessing, (God Damhn) These straight busters kept-in, kept-in my benz, hop-in the end's, Watch the 22 spin , my hoe's a perfect 10 I got shot up but I got up and i'm back at it again, Motherfuckers they thought I wouldn’t win, pretend to be friends, At first you fail, try, try, try, try again, I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy, You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its Shady, Aftermath in your ass bitch, if its not a classic, When it's dumped, trash it, so I got it mastered, Stop and get your ass kicked, bastered, your misses get drastic, Glock made out of plastic, cock-it and get blasted, Run nigga and stash it... I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on, I'm a drink till I get to that bitch in the morn, Introduce me to the booth they gonna listen to my words, In the hood they feel my shit... (break-it down!) Picture a perfect picture, picture me in the paper Picture me starting shit, picture me busting my gat, Picture police man Dan gotta picture of that, Picture me being broke, picture me smokin a sack, Picture me comin up, picture me rich from rap, Picture me blowin up, now picture me going back, To my momma basement to live, shit, picture that, Where I'm from its a fact, you gotta watch your back, You wear a vest without a gat, use a target jack, Hastle hard, money stack, sell that dope, sell that crack, Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, crew are back, 50 Cent, too much spent?, man I'm bent, I'm outta here I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you I got places to go, I got people to see, The penitentiary, ain't the place for me, I'm warnin you do, not tempt me, I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you Ha-ha Man I aint going to jail Not even to visit a nigga You want to holla at me, you wright me, Matter a fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard, In Montreal, Ha-ha-ha Riding around in one of Dre's Farrari's nigga, Or matter a fact I might be in Detroit, Riding down 8 Mile road, You know, for one of them en-joints and shit, Ha-ha Ya heard, I got place to go man, You know, Shady/Aftermath, We finished our print money, Puttin' our faces on this motherfuckin bill thug shit, Ha ha ha ha ha, Ain't seem to be doing much... 50 Cent Index Rowdy RowdyYo LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit A bad bitch that won't blow dick It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice I only say tthings once, never twice, dont fuck with me St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it 50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted Got your gun, well don't leave home without it The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back I bet niggaz will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?" I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the ? I'm the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons in a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin I plan to take over New York and start expandin Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung "I'm Jammin'" Nigga fuck with my cash and I'ma blast yo' ass Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ?? Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherfucker St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it 50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted Got your gun, well don't leave home without it The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word? He had the same shit you got on dog, word? I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard? I run with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit You won't let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry niggaz with me straight from the street Cause these three niggaz are startin to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My niggaz live in section eight of public housing They murder you and keep shit low cause niggaz heard of you St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it 50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted Got your gun, well don't leave home without it The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it 50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted Got your gun, well don't leave home without it The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it 50 Cent Index Wanksta (Remix)(Feat. Flipmode Squad) [Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker Blowing niggas tops, what? Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga Check it, let me talk, check it, check it [Busta Rhymes] There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires [Rampage] Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed Smack you in your face with my chain Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein Everybody in the industry know my squad's name [Busta Rhymes] Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin [50 Cent] We do this all the time, right now we on the grind So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line 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 parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes [50 Cent] You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin [Baby Sham] I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em [Busta Rhymes] Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin [50 Cent] You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin [50 Cent] Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie What the fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm hit 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 gon let her Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet We in the club doin the same ol' two step Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out [50 Cent] You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin [50 Cent] You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin [50 Cent] Ah ha! 50 Cent Index Fuck Dat Bitch(Feat. Dave Hollister) [Fifty] If a bitch don't like me Somethin's wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch) [Dave Hollister] Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now? [Fifty] Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know, Thats how this shit works, you know? They supposed to love me now baby, I'm hot now baby, I'm doin' it now. [Dave Hollister] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? Whoa...if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright. Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons, Talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope, y Ou got a smile that only a fool would forget And a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit There I was, kickin' my game Pickin' her brain Buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train She wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit But on the sidewalk we ain't play games We exchanged numbers and names I went back to the Range I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' "I know that nigga, he rich" She think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch Anyway, her name is CeCe She said she go to BMCC Push a '98 328 with chrome BB's She said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV She liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me. [Dave Hollister] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? Whoa...if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright. It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya Type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya They into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls These trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit? Oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick? Nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'? Platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it That I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it Know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends Probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not Long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop It goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Dave Hollister] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? Whoa...if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright. One thing you can always count on is change And a rich nigga to come put shit in the game Had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range Would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change How it's hard to find us or stay behind us While we on the 900 double R Hondas Watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips While Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs All these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World You can find a material Girl I sip Dom 'till I earl Take 'em two at a time Quick I get in they mind Have 'em thinkin' they mine Bust off then tell 'em "Bust a Uey, on mo' time" I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year Got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here C'mon..uh huh...c'mon. [Dave Hollister] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? Whoa...if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright. [Dave Hollister] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? Whoa...if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright. [Dave Hollister] Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on...get the fuck on... [Fifty] Yo, Shorty..tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us..aww Man...look...he ain't mean that shit.. C'mon thats just records..niggas is playin'.. We wasn't serious and shit.. 50 Cent Index |
