MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
50 cent - a new day
It don't take much strength to pull a trigger
But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let's see ?em try that
Then we'll see who's the real tough guy
The working man is a tough guy...[Chorus - Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Ay it's a new day, it's a new day
World is gettin' ready, everybody's ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye
[Dr Dre - Verse 1]
I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me
When I was feeling like, miller light and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I'm getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It's probably why my only competition is myself
From today to the morning
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin', uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif' still in this bitch
We going the distance with you party people come'on
[Chorus - Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Ay it's a new day, it's a new day
World is gettin' ready, everybody's ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye
[50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the Church floor break it better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it get ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I'm on automatic pilot
Aint nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty aint filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride out on high, I dump to get ?em offa me
I'm a leader, natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I'm from the bottom
Soon as I spot ?em I get to drop ?em
I got ?em I cut my piece and I dot ?em
It's dinner time when the 9 come out
It's off the chain off, offa the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain
[Chorus - Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Ay it's a new day, it's a new day
World is gettin' ready, everybody's ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye
[Bridge]
Clocks on the wall
It's now or never at all
I'm gonna give it my all, oh-oooh
Whether I rise or fall, oh-oooh
[50 Cent]
True story I said I'd get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, tryna stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music
Music my first love
We paper chasin', I'm always coming in first cuz
I'm built for it, see I'm better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I'm coming to get ya
I got to win, Em' watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing aint an option
I'm sharp I'm on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I'm back on my A-game
I'm focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I'm stronger than an ox now mentally
[Chorus - Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Ay it's a new day, it's a new day
World is gettin' ready, everybody's ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye
50 cent - 50 banks
[50 Talking]
Yeah come on now
Y'all gonna make fifty mad
And you dont wanna see me mad[50]
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
My homey told me to snitch the style up
Got 4 cats sent to jail, cause i told the cops
Now i gotta new diamond watch, and i wear vests on the block
I'ma snitch till im rich and theres no changin that
I used to sold crack? have to be a fool to believe that
They got my wearin vests and now im wearing them all the time
Did you just do a crime? Fifty's droppin the dime
When i get in jail the cops lemme right out
Cause i snitched on my best friend (eminem saying "thats right")
It don't take long, for my snitchin to sink in
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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'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
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
[Chorus]
[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
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
[Chorus]
50 cent - freeze ll cool j ft lloyd bank s hot rod 50 cent
Freeze (Remix)LL Cool J feat. Lloyd Bank's, Hot Rod & 50 Cent
[Intro: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Queens!!!! (G-G-G-G-G-G Mix! G-G-G-G-G Remix! It's the Unit!!!)
T-T-T-T Todd Smith!! LL!!
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Now when you see me in the club (You can bump this)
You ballin out doin it up (You can bump this)
The champagne won't buss (You can bump this)
You wanna do it like us (You can bump this)
Now mama after my show, come on and let's roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low
[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
You better check your broad her nips get hard when they play this
Just like a can of peaches in her draws whan I say this
I got the recipe I'll leave your bird marinatin
Now you want beef cause her onion just keep shakin
My six pack alone cause grief, cats hatin
But I'm still in the Oldsmobile sittin on Dayton's
Still keep the fiber optic trunk vibratin
Packed in the club like sardines the youg things is faintin
Fillin the dancefloor like a carpenter
That's why I keep greener thumbs than a gardener
Serious with my pimpin I'm a monster bruh
When I spit they kneel down like larsengers
Now mama after my show you wanna guzzle twurve oh in the Range Rove
Skins is like rims you gotta spin 'em on the low hit the big bumps slow
And most of the time they ain't worth the dough
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Now when you see me in the club (You can bump this)
You ballin out doin it up (You can bump this)
The champagne won't buss (You can bump this)
You wanna do it like us (You can bump this)
Now mama after my show, come on and let's roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Hey! You love it when it sounds like this
That's why the club crowded better find you a bitch
She heard my name and she shouted this is me and my fifth
And we both bout it bout it in a brand new six, with a smoke cloud around it
Near the square anywhere, no sneakers on the rug
And my system knockin, like the speakers in the club
Look ma, drop the lame and spend a weekend with a thug
I'll have you back at the cuzzi geekin of the bud
When I come through I come through sparklin
Six car garage in you in the apartment, and starvin
I walk and talk, like I was raised around macks
New York native, there's a razor in the hat
Smooth as Fillmore Slim with gators on the track
I hit 'em, quit 'em, and dish 'em off like that
I'm a bring her all of the jewelry cause I don't play the back
And give less to spray now or later on the lac
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Now when you see me in the club (You can bump this)
You ballin out doin it up (You can bump this)
The champagne won't buss (You can bump this)
You wanna do it like us (You can bump this)
Now mama after my show, come on and let's roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low
[Verse 3: Hot Rod]
Man I'm poppin my collar, if you drop that ass
And I'm droppin them dollars, you hopin on that cash
I'm on that catwalk shorty make that ass drop
Bottom like a apple won't you come sit on my laptop
You know you love it mama won't you make that ass pop
The Unit drop hot shit Welcome To Jamrock
Man you know my cash hot I got a stash box
Bar hog legal money no need to pass rocks
Turn it up and then bump it in yo' hood
You see me with yo' bitch then I'm up to no good
You wanna come to the team you knowin that you should
Cause we hangin up them placks and you hangin up yo' wood
My roof stay on whenever I cruise up in that two door Bent
With a chick and we Couped up
Now get ya money up homey you a loser
Sittin on them eighteens nigga pull yo' shoes up
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Now when you see me in the club (You can bump this)
You ballin out doin it up (You can bump this)
The champagne won't buss (You can bump this)
You wanna do it like us (You can bump this)
Now mama after my show, come on and let's roll
I got places to go, and money to blow
I got the shorty so I just keep it on the low
Shhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I said keep it on the low
[Outro: 50 Cent]
You can bump this, you can bump this, you can bump this, you can bump this
50 cent - 8 mile road
[50 cent]
Yeah..50 cent, lloyd banks, tony yayo
G-unit!
[lloyd banks]
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-unit! and I ain?t stoppin? to my clique poppin?
Swimmin? in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit? a head up and challenge you dummy
It?s funny, niggas rather see you sufferin? and hungry
I?m hungry as hell, skatin? with another nigga?s money
Take your hats off, you know you ain?t that tough
I?m callin? your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn?t the game ball
Artillary that?s about as long as a chainsaw (lloyd banks!)
By the way, this feels like I?m dreamin?
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin? my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That?s why, I fuck ?em and leave ?em
Get my nut while I?m breathin?
?cause they thought they?d catch me slippin?, now I?m duckin? and trippin?
That?s a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin??
You trippin?, more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether catholic or christian
Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it?s probably sendin? out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five?s and nines than a deck of cards
[tony yayo]
You can take me out the ?hood, but can?t take the ?hood out me (?cause what? )
?cause I?m ghetto, I?m ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
Cheche, get the llello
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
Cheche, get the llello
Picture me being crack (tony yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I?ll turn you to a junkie
I?m the number one seller in the whole fuckin? country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don?t call me coke, they call me blow
It?s time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I?ll smuggle, I?m nothin? but trouble
I?ll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I?ll turn your hooprock into a new range rover
I?ll pay all your bills and fill your ?frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your nik?s, timbs or reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin? backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin? forwards
You tryin? to move more birds
...in pa all day, on the corner of third
[50 cent]
You can take me out the ?hood, but can?t take the ?hood out me (what? )
?cause I?m ghetto, I?m ghetto
Picture me polishin? pistols, I?m comin? to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin?
Think I?m playin?? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin?
Start wavin? my emboies shell cases get the droppin? (c?mon)
Like if it?s down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I?m outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin? I?m stoppin?
I?m dyin? to pop it, I?m young and I?m restless, you know my contestants
As the world turns, there?s lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin?s, clean up my weapons
I?m ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like 50 nice chain
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can?t stop gotta watch mtv, bet
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, ?cause I?m doin? good
Or ?cause niggas feelin? me more than you in your own ?hood
And it hurts ?cause you love ?em and they don?t love you back
?cause they know you just rappin? and you don?t bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin? frontin? nigga
Talkin? like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my ?hood nigga
Read the daily news nigga you see them talkin? about me nigga
I?m in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin?
50 cent - baby by me
[Bridge]
Have a baby
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
[Chorus]
Shawty said take it off, I take it off
Climb right outta my clothes
Want me to break you off, I break you off
Till your love come down on them walls
I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin'
I bet I'll get you open
I'll leave your headboard broken, you think I'm jokin'
I bet I'll get ya open
[Part I]
First it's her neck, yeah then her back
Yea I'm a freak, I get into all that
Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star
Till ya had enough then I just need a lil' bit more
New music new move new position
New erotic sounds is goin' down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat your sweatin'
I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper
I told ya I'd get ya
I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be movin' as fast as a Nascar ride
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I use my tounge baby, I'll leave you sprung baby
I'll have ya head spinnin' sayin 50 so crazy
[Chorus]
Shawty said take it off, I take it off
Climb right outta my clothes
Want me to break you off, I break you off
Till your love come down on them walls
I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin'
I bet I'll get you open
I'll leave your headboard broken, you think I'm jokin'
I bet I'll get ya open
[Bridge]
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
[Part II]
Girl I want you to gimmie what you got then gimmie more
Baby you can start on top on all fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call it hennessy thug
Passion ya laughin' I make you smile on a regular
Tell me what you want, shawty that's what I'ma give to ya
I need you to give what I need, I want the liquor and weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breath
I need you, I'm tellin' you this and now you know what I need
I be your part-time or full-time lover significant other
No matter which was it go, I'm oh so gutter
Girl you can get it how ever you wan' get it
I'm feelin ya style, I'm tellin' you right now I'm with it
[Chorus]
Shawty said take it off, I take it off
Climb right outta my clothes
Want me to break you off, I break you off
Till your love come down on them walls
I'm extremely focused when I'm strokin'
I bet I'll get you open
I'll leave your headboard broken, you think I'm jokin'
I bet I'll get ya open
[Bridge]
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me.. Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
50 cent - pimp
[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Repeat]
[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keepher
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
[Chorus]
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
50 cent - i ll still kill feat akon
50 cent - this is 50
[Chourus]
I, dont´ know what you take me for
I, really don´t play that shit
I, ain´t got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit
I got a ichy, ichy trigger finger nigga it´s killing me, not to spray this shit
I got enough amo shots to blow and put a hole in any mothaf**ka, out this bitch
I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose you gonna be strong enough to, take this shit
I´m in the hoopt ridin´ round with a chrome four pound can you see through the, limozine tints
I do dirt the gat bust I get to kickin´ up dust before the jakes come around, here kid
Niggas get knocked the D´s start askin´ questions my name end up in all types, of shit
I be a gangsta nigga till I die for sure weather I´m poor or I´m, filthy rich
Now what you know about movin´ that Peruvian flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks
[Chourus]
I, dont´ know what you take me for
I, really don´t play that shit
I, ain´t got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit
Now I gotta have shoes you know chrome 22 everytime I get a, brand new whip
I rode around in a 5 till my money got ragged then I went back, and got that sex
I´m in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day I called up the milk truck, and shit
I have your hoe eyeballin´ at the light Damn Pimpin´ you should take time and check, that Benz
So I´m ridin´ through the hood actin´ like it´s all good but I´m lookin´ for a joax?, and shit
In the middle of the night you could turn on your life, find me and my niggas, in your crib
Nigga holla if there´s a problem and your niggas got drama I got burners for sale, and shit
Got them Macs, got them 9´s, got them Techs. full of dime, hollow tips and them extra clips
[Chourus]
I, dont´ know what you take me for
I, really don´t play that shit
I, ain´t got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit
Man I´m tired of tellin´ niggas over and over, everything about me being gangsta
Man I´m tired of tellin´ niggas over and over, I won´t hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man, I´m tired of tellin´ niggas over and over, they can´t hustle without leavin´ me shit
Man, I´m tired of tellin´ niggas over and over, you don´t listen you gonna get your ass hit
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah
50 cent - 9 shots
Fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty
Ferrari, Ferrari, Ferrari, Ferrari
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
I was innocent then, I ain?t do no wrong
She said, ?you mommy little man,? I said, ?yep, uh huh?
She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up
Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up
It was welfare hustlin', they killed her for that
The first shot, bullet wound in my back
I?m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I?m fucked up
Now I?m on my own, mommy gone
Sam said, ?you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?
You don?t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole
You don?t need no new kicks, you need an O?
Chop that, bag it, get right back at it
That touched me, it hit me in my heart
I?m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start
I am what I am, Sabrina?s only baby
Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380
Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me
Whenever shit can go wrong it always will, see
Seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope
Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope
Try to punk me and my gun smoke
Look, I?m outta control, my gun go
Off like it?s legal, call the cops, you need to
Give ?em my description, I ain?t bullshittin'
My high school sweetheart love didn?t last long
Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone
That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then
My next girl was a pain in the ass
I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me
That?s nine shots, we just call it fifty
Mama said the Lord gon? bless us
Mama said, mama said
Mama said the Lord gon? bless us
Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses
Mama said the Lord gon? bless us
Mama said, mama said
Mama said the Lord gon? bless us
The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn?t get us
Mama said the Lord gon? bless us
That?s what mama said, that's what mama said
50 cent - all his love
[Chorus: singing]
He gon' give you all his love! (love)
He gon' give you all his time! (time)
He won't let a minute go by (by)
Without the thought of you crossing his mind! (mind)
I be like: "Fuck a bitch! " - I'm tryna stay rich
And tryna concentrate on hoes (hoes)
Even if I fuck that bitch to the freakiest shit
By the morning - I got the dough! (dough)
[Verse 1:]
Yeah! - I got all kinda bitches: from vet bitches to beginner bitch (uh!)
My phone ringing and I ain't answering cause I ain't been a bitch (yeah!)
I'm all like a pimp than a trick - I send a bitch! (hahaaa!)
50's and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch (whoooooo-whooooooooooooooohhhhhh!)
If we going out, we going dutch pay for your inner, bitch!
Look bitch! - This is my life, I'm on some different shit
Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch
Bitches love me (yeah!) - Just like I loooove me! (yeah, YEEEAH!)
Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch (uh!)
You want buy me shit? - Meet me at the mall, bitch!
Then the strip club, now holla at your ass, bitch!
Get the cash, bitch, and then go back to your man, bitch!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch (whoooohhhh!)
You with me to the end - Bitch fuck me and a friend is sad (uh-huh!)
I'm headed to the top, bitch, I'm tryna get it on! (yeah!)
A real bitch'll be there for a nigga if he fall
The club packed front to the back up in this bitch (uh-huuuh!)
Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch
Diamonds on my neck! - Diamon'-diamonds on my neck!
Bitch nigga front if you want - We got swammies on the deck! (ooohhh!)
Put your ass here - over a bitch, the bitch ain't shit
Since a porno clip with a bitch - She can't suck dick;
But damn nigga, use your head!
She gon' find another dick to suck when you're dead! [echoes] (hahaaa!)
[Outro:]
WestSiiide!
This that shit right here
Feel like it's s'pose to be on that "Detox"!
Yeah!
Niggas think they better than me
But they NOT!
Fuck that!
I'm just gon' start over!
So why you act like I ain't been that nigga 8 years?
And I'm a new nigga!
Call me "Ferrari"!
GG-GG- G-Unit!
50 cent - a baltimore love thing
[She Loves Me, She Loves me not
Yeah, she loves me not
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
The fiends need me, i aint around they bones hate
Detox, rehab, cold sweats watch em' shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, im in a bag
Take one hit, and slide off to the land of H man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryna leave me, You'll never live without me
Girl I'm missing you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to your arm princess, stick it in
Relapse, back bitch dont ever try that again
All that shit i did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, You treating this like it just a fling
Wat we have is more sacred then a vow or a ring
You broke my heart you dirty bitch i wont forget what you did
If you give birth i'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, i dont give a damn if your ass starts smoking
But we have a bond that is not to be broken
[Chorus] (Repeat Twice)
We got a love thing
Girl u tried to leave me, but you need me, can you see, your addicted to me
We got a love thing
I can take you how ya girl fuckin with me, you can be all you can be
[Verse 2]
Baby you know, on the low your sister been eyeing me
I'm good looking so you know, that's why she be trying me
I heard she bisexual, she fucked with that girl
But boy oh boy fuckin with me is a whole nother' world
On the first night she'll fall in love and chase the feelin
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote 'Sexual Healing'
Kurt Cobain we was good friends, Ozzy Osbourne to
I be with rock stars, See you lucky im fucking with you
I chill wit Franky Limen and Jimi Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me, this aint new
I live the lavish life, listen if the mood is right
Me, You and your sister could do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong, if you hype i'll make you calm
I'll be your incentive reason for you to move on
Lets make a date, promise me you'll come to see me
Even if it means you have to sell your mommas T.V.
I love you love me back, no one said loving me be easy
[Chorus] (Repeat Twice)
We got a love thing
Girl u tried to leave me, but you need me, can you see, your addicted to me
We got a love thing
I can take you how ya girl fuckin with me, you can be all you can be
[Verse 3]
I love you
I got you bare footed on glass chasing a dove
That monkey on your back symbolises my love
Your friends talk bad bout me, bitch, you sit their and listen to em'
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up, when you down they got nothing to say
But when you call up im running, i always take the pain away
They set you up to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
They know bout me behind your back they call you a fuckin fiend
Lets just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you
Push me inside you, no other man can love you like I do
Call me daddy i make you feel good, i mean real good
I find pleasure in pleasing you like a real man should
It was written long before shit was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
There's more to life then laughter, what brought us together was fate
When we be hand in hand when you walk through those pearly gates
Fin to see to that, imma do whatever it takes
[Chorus] (Repeat Twice)
We got a love thing
Girl u tried to leave me, but you need me, can you see, your addicted to me
We got a love thing
I can take you how ya girl fuckin with me, you can be all you can be
50 cent - in my hood
[verse 1]
niggaz screw they face up at me
on some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that aim that shit out the window
spray there ain't a shell left in my heat
y'all niggas better lay down
yeah I mean stay down
get hit wit AK round
yo ass ain't gone make it
you niggaz'll get layed out
in blood and ya brains out
have you on the concrete shiverin' and shakin'
I from southside mothafucka weh the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire boy drop n roll
niggaz'll heat yo ass up cuz they hearts turn cold
now you can be a victim or you can lock and low
the party jump,with shorty bouncin that ass
I won't fuck,give me a second,I'm ma holla I'ma see what's up
I got my razor in my hand got my pistol in my trunk
I'll carve ya ass,you play me like a punk
[chorus]
in my hood
niggaz got love for me, but iont go no weh without my strap
in my hood
a lil dro a lil hennessy, a nigga jest dont know how to act
in my hood
niggaz is grimmie i stay on point i move with my gat
in my hood
niggaz might buck at me,so i keep somthin around to buck back
in my hood
[verse 2]
I don't trust a mothafuckin soul
when the Ds come they fool
on my first case they told
where im from it aint safe
to have more than an 8th
niggaz'll come to ya place
put a gun to your face
tell you open the safe
as your heart starts to race
cuz a robbery can turn into a homo-case
cooporate or doc'll have to operate
niggaz'll pop at you,run the light,then pop at jake
trust me son niggaz'll go hard for that cake
these thirty niggaz'll lurk
youll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
I'm observant in my hood these niggaz be dumbin
shots go off at the dice game, all you see is em runnin
they make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustla how the fuck I'm sposed to eat when it's hot
[chorus]
[verse 3]
that party off the hook till the shots go off
but that's what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
uhh you shit outta luck if niggaz catch you slippin'
crack money slow so you know niggaz is trippin'
shory down there on that queens track takin' a whippin'
shit bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
peep the fiends shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black denali
the grimmie niggaz where im from,they wanna see you chippied up
you shine, they gone .... and shoot your whip up
it ain't good to do good in my hood (gunshot)
you know not to do good now
[chorus]
50 cent - window shopper
[50 Cent]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus: 50 Cent
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Nigga as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggaz get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't gon' for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggaz better act right
When we got the tops...down you can hear the systems thump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggaz love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mang
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mayne
Listen mayne, shit...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang
Homey I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit mayne, the store owner watchin' you
Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
50 cent - 5 heartbeats
[50 Cent:]
Nights like this
I wish
Rain drops would fall a all
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath
Freeze
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I got a 16 shot Ruger I got 16 cars
All over how I write 16 bars
Ja, Joe and Jada they're fuckin' retards
I run Interscope oh oh my god
Your stuff I'll make it hot
You want I'll get ya shot
[gunshots over vocals] your coffin'
You're dead men walking
Now when I'm out in London they say I'm so smart
I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been around the world and aiya ya ya
Must be goin' crazy
Cause I'm still down to get down to let off rounds
I'm loadin' up my 380
I can't wait 'till I see death
[Whoo Kid:] (Damn!, Bring it back)
[50 Cent:]
Nights like this
I wish
Rain drops would fall a all
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath
Freeze
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I got a 16 shot Ruger I got 16 cars
All over how I write 16 bars
Ja, Joe and Jada they're fuckin' retards
I run Interscope oh oh my god
Your stuff I'll make it hot
You want I'll get ya shot
(gunshots over vocals) your coffin'
You're dead men walking
Now when I'm out in London they say I'm so smart
I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been around the world and aiya ya ya
Must be goin' crazy
Cause I'm still down to get down to let off rounds
I'm loadin' up my 380
I can't wait 'till I see death
Oh babyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Nigga I'm gonna I'm gonna find you
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I'm tryin' to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators
My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters
The condos in Vegas cause NY freezin'
My strap is the reason
That you on the floor bleedin'
Came up in the game young watchin' 50
And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly
Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur
Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been around the world and aiya ya ya
Must be goin' crazy
Cause I'm still down to get down to let off rounds
I'm loadin' up my 380
I can't wait 'till I see death
Oh babyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Nigga I'm gonna I'm gonna find you
[50 Cent:]
Its the first of the month
ha ha, its the first of the motherfuckin' month nigga
Oh! its a fuckin' zoo out here man
These fuckin' chimpanzees man
Fuckin' monkeys talkin' 'bout me man
Pull through there man its hot
These niggas out on the curb
I'm like look at these donkies
Bunch of fuckin' jackasses
Man go do something nigga
What the fuck man
Damn nigga go to jail nigga
Give yourself an excuse for bein' fuckin' broke nigga
Come on man
Fuck is up man
This 50 man
South Side man
You already know what I'm about boy
50 cent - 300 shots
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
[Tony Yayo - Verse 2]
I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it
My truck bomb kitted an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it
Cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
[Muder Mase - Verse 3]
You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who u was missin, nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
Cuz eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian
[Young Buck - Verse 4]
A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these niggas with this New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga
[Prodigy - Verse 5]
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blow
When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes
Cuz its a gang of us and we ready to go
Cuz after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun
[Havoc - Verse 6]
Get it teflon don, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherfuckin ask them kids
Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt
[Billy Danze - Verse 7]
You about to witness an M.O.P thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga
Fuck a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherfuckers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the fuck y'all think..
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 8]
Niggas aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but im accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggaz wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
A milly will make your body looker look all measly
Ya bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo
I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me better than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me
The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apologee, Im probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there and they dont check us
All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas to come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em
They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
Im the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater n black on
Its on!
[50 Cent talking..]
Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all fucked up..
Im finna kill few of you mother fuckers man..
Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya niggas say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy
You better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be able to use ya mouth Mother fucker!
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