MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
g-unit - money makes the world go round
[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round [3X]
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make the world go round
Down South, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Some people want nothin out of life
And some people want it all
Some people ain't livin life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga rich but I'm livin like a rebel
Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level
I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin alive was no jive
Standin on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
Run nigga, run nigga, here they come nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins (yeah!)
[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go round so get yours
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for the dollar
Enough bills'll make your blood spill
Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill
I'm one man, but I own more than one steel
Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'ma do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo'
[Chorus - 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
A-T-L, money make the world go round
Ca$hville, money make the world go round
N.C., money make the world go round
Bad News, money make the world go round
I love that money, I need that money
It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry
It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge
It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib
It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me
It gives me, seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee
It made me rich, it made me change
I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things
You got me haters, you got me drama
You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas
You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners
When somebody dies, you gotta pay the moroners, moroners
[Chorus - 2X]
[Tony Yayo]
Chi-Town, money make the world go round
Oakland, money make the world go round
Texas, money make the world go round
Detroit, money make the world go round
Bed-Stuy, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Harlem, money make the world go round
B-X, money make the world go round
Staten Island, money make the world go round
Long Island, money make the world go round
Rhode Island, money make the world go round
Maryland, money make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
Baltimore, money make the world go round
Little Rock, money make the world go round
Minnesota, money make the world go round
Arizona, money make the world go round
Louisiana, money make the world... [fades out]
g-unit - magic stick
[chorus: 50 cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if i can hit once, i can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And i'll show you maaagic
(what? what?) maaagic
I got the magic stick
[50 cent]
I'm a freak to the core
Get a dose once, you gon' want some more
My tongue touch ya girl, ya toes bound to curl
This exclusive shit i don't share with the world
I have you up early in the mornin, moanin
Back shot, proper or low can't stop us
Been a fiend for this since rakim made hits
Get the position down pat, then it's time to switch
I'll rock the boat, i'll work the middle
I skeet it up, straight beat it up..
.. and i ain't in the hood with my toast out loc'n
I'm in the telly workin up a sweat strokin
Tonight's the night, you can fall in love
You can call your mama right now, tell her you met a thug
I pop a lot of shit cause i can back it up
My left stroke's the death stroke
[chorus: lil' kim]
I got the magic clit
I'm on fire, lick once, i get licked twice
I am the baddest chick
Shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight
And i'll show you maaagic
(what? what?) maaagic, uh-huh uh-huh
I got the magic clit
[lil' kim]
Lil' kim not a whore
But i sex a nigga so good, he gotta tell his boys
When it, come to sex don't test my skills
Cause my head game have you head over heels
Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills
Buy matchin lambo's with the same color wheels
.. and i ain't out shoppin spendin dudes c-notes
I'm in the crib givin niggaz deep throat
Tonight lil' kim gon' have you in the zone
Girls, call ya crib, i'm answerin the phone
Guys wanna wife me and give me the ring
I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, i'm down for anything
Couple of humps, give a nigga goosebumps
This junk in my trunk ain't made for chumps
When lil' kim's around you don't need to lie
It's the "drugs" baby, i'm makin ya high!!
[chorus: 50 cent + (lil' kim)]
I got the magic stick
I know if i can hit once, i can hit twice
(i am the baddest chick)
(shorty you don't believe me, then come with me tonight)
(and i'll show you maaagic - what? what?)
Maaagic (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(i got the magic clit)
[lil' kim + (50 cent)]
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, i know you tastin it
(sex ain't a race) but i have a thug nigga breakin records
And the time is (one minute, six seconds)
(magic stick) i got the magic bop
Have that ass trickin after one back shot
(the gifts, the ice, i like that a lot)
The minks, the leathers, the cl drop
[chorus: 50 cent]
[chorus: lil' kim]
g-unit - party ain t over
T.O.S.
[50 Cent:]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
[Tony Yayo:]
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not I'll! "
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low
[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin
I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast with'cha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music
[Young Buck:]
Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
[Chorus]
g-unit - groupie love
Yeah
G-unit
[Intro]
Ive been so many places
Ive seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before
Ive been around the world
Ive meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) Im rich bitch
(Youve done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(Ima p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz im the shit bitch
Now things change at first they didnt want me now they want me
See a nigga gettin payed they wanna push up on me
You see these hoes chasing a nigga
Have em in a hotel casing a nigga
Treat me like a lollypop like me baby
Then lick Dr Dre and Shady
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
[Tony Yayo]
Sometimes i rhyme slow sometimes i rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these hoes is loose
Wintertimes the staircase summertimes the roof
Gimme 8 days in the 8th hommie im straight
Have a church girl on the bus move an wait
I got birds backstage the serious eye candy
I got birds in the hood so im in to birds with mary
My writing methods got me more hoes than tice and betha
Icy necklace on the tour bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
Im a pimp like preety tone i got the info on the preety chrome
Fuicking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
GGGGG GGGGG G-unit
[Lloyd Banks]
Is shorty aint feelin me shorty must like girls
Coz im only eatin your whirl
Bitch I can make you famous u dont know what your missin
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch dont like me the bitch must dont like men (like
men)
I say what I want coz I can
If I didnt id be a liar
Mommy im on fire
Come ride with a rider
The crowd say you might catch the king with a singer
For touching my doorbells the only way ill put a ring on your
finger
Give me a convo with two cups an
Im in your bedroom fucking up your sheets like the ku klux klan
I shook hands wiv my fans and fuck em
Im in the hallways tryin to duck em
So i can climb in to somethin
My names B-A-N-K dollar sign bitch
Im a bigme to make that switch
Now come gimmie that
[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love
(Groupie love I love that shit)
[Nate Dogg]
Groupies come and groupies go
And they are allways at our show
So I garb me the tightest one and purseed straight to the mall
Shes so excited thats shes here with me that she feels she
should pay here fee
And I did not disagree so she droped down to her knees
[X3]
Groupie love
Yeah
g-unit - lay you down
[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
AHHHH!
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been
drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been
drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herfucking khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what
you been thinkin
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been
drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been
drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn
Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers
FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been
drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been
drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one,
number one)
Man we own that slot, we won't stop
[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been
drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been
drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin wit a soldier
I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard
C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas
g-unit - let it go
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, GO!)
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Reeeeeal gangsta (LET, IT, GO!)
Yeah, yeah, uhh, G-G-G-G you know!
Uhh.. the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy
Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they gon' play me
These lil' niggaz can't fade me, they just babies
Play me I'm arm crazy, I'm Tom Brady
Emeralds and baguettes when I'm hoppin up off the jet
A nigga reach for that and I'm choppin him in his neck
One big remix, and she'll be on my penis
If my flow had a phoenix and my paws are the cleanest
9-millimeters in the bars and arenas
If you hood then you seen us, with wood in the Beamers
I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas
When they see us they don't charge that shit, they wanna be us
(LET, IT, GO!)
When we pressed to go, body restin up
They wan' mop up all that blood, but he's testin us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose {?} they testin oh (LET, GO!)
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Don't fuck around and start some fight
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah! (LET, IT, GO!)
I'm Marvin Bernard, hip-hop goin hard
Feds ran in the crib, squad all in my yard
I'm the high school dropout, crack game genius
The mac'll turn your back into "Kill Bill" arenas
I'm - criminal minded - you've been blinded
Feds lookin for my bricks but can't find it
Maneuver with the Ruger, the grip is rubber
My Frank Mueller, is dipped in them rainbow colors
Bein broke is a disease, I need that guap and that cheddar
I learned that, in the Maybach, with Fif' and Mayweather
Mix the milk with Amaretta, my beretta's in my leather
My tiger striped eagle make your people need weather (LET, IT, GO!)
When we pressed to go, body restin up
They wan' mop up all that blood, but he's testin us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose {?} they testin oh (LET, GO!)
When we pressed to go, body restin up
They wan' mop up all that blood, but he's testin us
The moon eclipse, is a mess and ah
We'll compose {?} they testin oh (LET, GO!)
I'm a gannnnngsta
I'm a gangsta for life
I'm a gannnnngsta
Don't fuck around and start some fight
I want to dance
IIIII'm, reachin up and, huh
g-unit - loyal to the game
[2Pac:] I'm loyal to the game
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now
It's gettin crazy after dark,
These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penetentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me
I'm stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When its time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid pullin razors on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull the strap when theres drama
Buster you ain't heard?
I been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the bathroom stink
See, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink
But daddy do dope, and mama can't think
So look like I'ma be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin to put in the air when it's out
Up early in the mornin the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on wit it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins
I'm loyal to the game
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
It ain't my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Deep frog--and I'ma have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where its scorchin hot
If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block
I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I don't keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me I'm spoilin her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the Range
I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change
I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name
[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
Nigga get in my way and I'll blow out your brain
[Outro...fading out]
heh
YA!
2Pac's in this motherfucker!
Uh!
G-Unit in the motherfuckin house
50!
Banks!
Buck!
g-unit - ready or not
[Lloyd Banks]
My rope all freezy, dope on the TV
Ecstasy especially out the GT
You next to me, you best to be holdin somethin too
Least you can say, you let somethin fly when somethin flew
These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer
And try to sue you, that's a bitch nigga for ya
I'm tough like Mayoga, and De La Hoya, I saw ya
Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola
Cause zips in my shit, I don't grow stems
Him got 14 karats, carrots, and gold rims
Why say somethin about my name?
Don't jump out the window, it's safer jumpin out a plane
I can't ditch my bitch, it's somethin 'bout her brain
If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein
You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain
There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You don't get a warnin, there's no heads up when it's on
Here it comes, ready or not
Don't be out there snorin, one eye blink and you're gone
Keep it cocked - and ready to pop
The man makes no mistakes, it's been on since the day I was born
Stop drop, or get lead in your knot
I'm known in hip-hop, but I'm still ridin around with my chrome
Here it comes - ready or not
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, yeah
My little shooter's 16 from the projects
Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex
I'm in and out the projects, my lifestyle pleasant
You? You live life like a barbaric peasant
Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet
Fuck the pigs on the street
They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers
get shot they ain't gangsta, they turn into corporate niggaz
You die if it's rated R
If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar
R.I.P. to Troy and Bags, big shout to Hommo
They got fishin money cooked, buy me the Apollo
These model hoes swallow, I buy another bottle
of this M.O.B. nigga, that's my motto
These rappers ain't kings, they pawns
And got dust bunnies on they guns
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I think God spent a lil' extra time on me
Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see
I got a high intelligence level, I ain't no dummy
I ain't satisfied with 10 mil', that ain't no money
My talents are blood deep, you can't take those from me
And my sense of humor's shot, I don't take jokes funny
My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes
givin me a third eye, my foes can get a magazine full of those
The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban
Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him
I'm icier in person, they like me when I'm cursin
So here's a dirty version, you only heard me urban
If niggaz try to hurt him, the I-30's squirtin
Right through your curtain, don't stop 'til you murk him
Mechanical workin, Hechler handle's jerkin
That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him
g-unit - respect the shooter
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Come On!
Slide, The Clip, And Pull, The Hammer Back
Point Your Gun, Then Homie, Go Handle That
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Put Your Gloves On, Get Your Black Mask
You Niggas Ready? Come On Let's Go Handle That
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Stay Outta Site, Outta Mine, Retaliation Is A Must
If He Bleed Like Me, Any Nigga Can Get Touched
Got My Knife On My Belt and The Forty By My Phone Clip
I'm On The Edge, Fuck Around, and Get Your Dome Split
A Long Mission, I Remember Being Homeless
So In The Kitchen With Cause, Them Chickens Was Boneless
Yo Black Gloves, Black Mask, Black Shirt, Black Pants
You Know You Seeing Blood, When You See My Mach-10
I Walked Through The Valley of the Shadow of Death
In All Black With My Gun, I'm The Shadow of Death
Your Just Full of Alotta Raps
Really Don't Be Poppin' Straps
Akay, Yo Peek Hole, Blow Off Your Stock and Cap
All The Real Niggas Voted For Me
Enemies Comming For Me
I Hope It's Complete
I Just Sit Low In My Seat
Blow Dro and The Sweet
Keep 8th On Me, You Would Think Kobe With Me BITCH!
Slide, The Clip, And Pull, The Hammer Back
Point Your Gun, Then Homie, Go Handle That
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Put Your Gloves On, Get Your Black Mask
You Niggas Ready? Come On Let's Go Handle That
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Robbery, Homicide, Fuck that I'm Down To Ride
Mask On, I Blast Some, Niggas See Em On Channel Nine
Bloods Set, Crips Set, I Trip Through Ya Set Trick
Freaks Flip, Full Clip, I Load, Then Reload Bitch
Gat Jam, God Damn, Hundred Gram, Dope Man
Maybach, Flow Benz, Sun Roof, Open
Spider With Me Loccin', Cali Buds, Smokin'
S & 97, Eastside, Nigga Fasho Man
From Southside To Cashville, Cashville To Cali
There's Fuck You Law, The Judge, And The Federallies
In The Black Benz, Black Rims, Ride Around With Mach-10's
Same Nigga From Back When, Get Money, Stacks Spend
Fuck A Bitch, Get The Dough, Fuck A Snitch, He Can Die
On Easter Sunday, I Celebrate, When He Reach The Sky
I'm On That Stupid Shit,
Like Fuck A Gun Can Do This Zooly Shit'
There's Room In The Graveyard, You Can Fit'
Slide, The Clip, And Pull, The Hammer Back
Point Your Gun, Then Homie, Go Handle That
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Put Your Gloves On, Get Your Black Mask
You Niggas Ready? Come On Let's Go Handle That
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
It's Easy To Die In LA, Where I Gangbang,
Ever Since The Curl
Played Out
Spider Loc, And It's Me Against The World
It Ain't Easy Being Loc'd Out,
A Nigga An Outlaw
And I'm Ballin', Yeah I'm Gettin' Money Without Ya'll
Don't Know About You, But I Got Murders On My Block
I Bomb First, It's Just How We Do It On My Block
With 21 Guns To Shoot,
Against Your Squad,
My Unit Out To Get This Loot,
Against All Odds
My Revolvers On My Gucci Belt, Hand On The Metal
No Ski Mask, The Godfather of the Ghetto
I Ran Up In The Weed Spot, I'm Tired of Being Hungry
The Dread Like "Take The Weed and Leave The Money"
The Bananas On The Kays, Got The Hammer and the Gage
Got Your Ass On The Run, Like A Hamster In A Gage
Nigga Make This Shit Easy, Don't Contemplate
Give Me The Chain, The Watch, The Open, and The Safe
Slide, The Clip, And Pull, The Hammer Back
Point Your Gun, Then Homie, Go Handle That
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Put Your Gloves On, Get Your Black Mask
You Niggas Ready? Come On Let's Go Handle That
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em
g-unit - move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, nigga?)
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, my nigga?)
Clip in the k, whippin' and flippin' the yay
36 O's in a day, thumbing through pay
When you do shit the right way
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me
How they gone eat? I run the seam
I got that work, bitch, I got it
I got a few maseratis, dope in my new maserat
I
That's a whole 'lotta new money
Stash it, it's hotter than hell
Movin' them squares in for real
Servin' that broad, said yeah
Either way you put it on, bitch, I'm good
Triple salute bitch, I'm straight out the hood
Triple beam, look what I got on the scale
This is that dope boy life right here for real
All this money, need a calculator
I'mma a drop it off and get back at you later
Shoes gator, suit tailored, cookin' chickens, we do cater
Give it to your front door like newspaper
Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters
Plug showed up with two trailers
Two flavors, what dude gave ya
I got thirty cars in my front yard
Hundred acres, no neighbors
I finished up the white shit
50 On the fight shit, I might go to vegas
I keep up with who supposed to pay us
Who cash out and who delay us
Crash out if you try to play us
Dope boy universal, all you can say is
Young buck move that dope
The future of the dope game, I'm mixing [?] and bottega veneta
That's 60 a gram, I'm stretching the yams and making my cheddar
Whippin' that coke like patsy - 12 years of a slave
Alphabet boys catch me, it's natural life in a cage
Presidential on my arm, you need to work on your own
I don't do consignment
They think I'm 'inati the way that I shine
In the kitchen with rida gang chopping an eight
S-s-h-h, [?] all on my momma's good plates
Dumped the the meth all on my face
Should get an a up in chemistry
Murder the block on a killin' spree
Move the shit fast as a centipede
You gone need a fade to get rid of me
Movin' that boy and that girl
Take over life from the [?]
Lean the pot all the way to the side
Scrapin' the extras, need all of mine
Call it a slave when I'm whippin' that brick
3-6 Exorcist with the risk
Bakin' soda water all in the mix
All this work got us changing up shit
Paper stackin' in the path of evil
Bitch I'm dope in a platinum needle
All my day; one's magazine you
Play with the money and your head is see-through
I'm paid in full; never had a sequel
You nodded off; my rap is lethal
I get one wish, bring back my people
Brick on wrist, bookbags of diesel
I'm icin' out my imagination
Just due - never got that from waitin'
Just wrote my movie, new chapter shapin'
Pack the wall, clubs asses shakin'
Whose first? Take a dark ride in that hearse
Makeup run down on your shirt
Won't be no waitin' for reasons cause I'mma bomb first
Sound like they using they work
g-unit - like a dog
[50 Cent]
It's the Unit
You gotta know how we do it
[Chorus][50 Cent]
I Put the seat back when we rolling,
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucker ding
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
[Verse][50 Cent]
A nigga try smoke me,
I'm gone smoke him
When I say I'm all in
I mean I'm all in
Nigger you blink shell cases just fall in
You fucking with the police?
Well you better call him
Cause I'm a reload my shit
And come right back
You know different day
Same shift with the same strap
Me I gotta get it
I gotta get my bread
I pin a bitch a freak,
Huh, She got to give me head
I got a reputation,
I stay with the burner
I call it putting work in
The D's call it murder
So half and half with my cold D
We only got one pill,
It's one pistol, one target, one shot, one kill
[Chorus][50 Cent]
I Put the seat back when we rolling,
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucker ding
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
[Verse][Tony Yayo]
I'm a beast,*boss*, gangster, goon
Grab my knife, my gun, my vest
It's on,
Lay a nigger on his lawn,
Versace style,
Got my 44 alone in my Versace now
Hold my foot kilos
Switch cars trying to b-low
I touch more DR
Then got a line away
I shooting windows, doors and parked cars
80 grand on your head, OH GOD,
Tripod in the arnarge
It's so hard
I can charge it on the gold card or black card
I'm a be in Italy when they pop your noodles
Nigga 7 star shit eating lots of stroodles
[Chorus][50 Cent]
I Put the seat back when we rolling,
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucker ding
I'll Make you hot (nothing)
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog (yeeeah)
[Verse][Lloyd Banks]
Hopping out of something foreign,
Bumping oreen
I'm B, I'm not the one for sparing
I'll gun your car your in
Watch the game at the garden
Next to Martin
Here to spite me barking, he's sleep walking
I'm hollow tilting, Champagne bottles open
Chronic smoking,
Even the models groping
My pockets pocking,
The games sick, I'm the potion,
I be proofing,
And I flow like the ocean,
Machines make movies,
You can be the poster,
Your Over,
I'll tell the media your mediocre,
I push your big body,
Your riding in the mini-vans,
I fuck like will
And smoke like the Indians.
[Chorus][50 Cent]
I Put the seat back when we rolling,
I Let the system thump when we coasting
I had the tre pound with me cock
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
Niggas say they know me
I don't know them
They say we came up together
I don't owe them
A motherfucker ding
I'll Make you hot
Run up on me get Shot
In the street like a dog
g-unit - no days off
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
(I never liked these niggaz anyway)
(They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today)
Hey.. (Nobody gon' miss you anyway)
(No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day)
[50 Cent]
I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think somethin sweet when your head open
Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make it lead shower
You say your prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me
You don't like me then spray me
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I fall off, I rebound quick
Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin
German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen
How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed?
How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a nigga on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime
Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin
Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin
Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n
Look how the game change, bad for the system
Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame
The industry's punked out, we're not to blame
These niggaz been perpetratin so long
If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm
I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm
[Chorus]
g-unit - ooh
[50 Cent]
50 Cent
Mary J. Blige
G-Unit!
Baby let's shine where we can shine
And ball where we can ball
Sharin' sometime together we not promised tomorrow
Know the difference between love and lust
Lustin' for your love f'na to feel your touch
Baby I'm grown, I'm not goin' through a phase
Let's talk, the touch could be brains in both ways
Now could you tell me, what's a king without a queen
I'm usin' metaphors, what's me without you is what I mean
[Mary J. Blige]
In the middle of the night, you hold me tight
Said it's alright, I'm yours forever
I'll do what you want, if you don't hurt me
I'll cook and clean, I'll make you happy
and.
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You're my everything)
and Ooh! (I'm so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can't be without you)
[Mary J. Blige]
Got a chill in my bones, and it's all for you babe
Can't leave you alone, I'm so addicted
I can't sanctify, its the sweetest pain
So who's your girl?
You better say my name
[Llyod Banksl
It feels like I made it to heaven when I'm inside her
And we ain't gotta keep no secrets cuz she's a rider
She got a hold of her kid that's tighter than yo' pliers
And I got her hittin' notes that's higher than Mariah's
Maybe I'm jumpin' or gunnin', maybe I'm crazy
Maybe she's movin' too fast, maybe I'm lazy
She's kind'a different you know
Her body shape'll make you wanna take a trip in the snow
[Young Buck]
My thug luv got her, the way I put it down
Got you callin' on my phone when ya man not around
Shorty I know what you like and we don't have fight
You ain't gotta be trippin', you know I'm comin' home tonight
Tried to warn ya bout a playa, but she ain't wanna listen
Till I got ya in the bedroom, huggin' and kissin'
I got what ya missin', put you in the position
Now you hollerin' and screamin', talkin' bout how I did ya
Come on baby
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You're my everything)
and Ooh! (I'm so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can't be without you)
[Mary J. Blige]
What you do to me (What you do to me)
Is just a mystery (Heyy Heyyy)
Its hard to believe, that you are here with me
Makin' all my dreams (Makin' all my dreams)
Have seen reality (Seen reality)
All my life I've tried
To find what's best for me
[Chorus 2x]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You're my everything)
and Ooh! (I'm so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can't be without you)
g-unit - short stay
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
smile (Ha, ha)?Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse One]
Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and stiletto take a, cartlan party is when ya sneak in the meadow and ya can head to the house from the houses to threw floor from the floor to the couch from the couch to the door, then its out to the store for, out for the more, watchin' out for the law, coz its a powerful law, i don?t care how much you want it dawg, vouch to the pool, cause the first hint she did i was on mouth for the tour, im loving the ladies with no husbands and babies, since little I?ve been active, lost dozens of babies, maybe ive been stuntin' in your cousins Mercedes and roll upon you dumping, pull a gun at your 80's, ive been around your block, im the talker of the town, that?s probly why they wanna see me in chork on the ground, well you can find me on a corner with a pack of marijuana middle finger to haters, nigga you're fuckin' with the greatest
[50 Cent]
[Chorus]
Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on a short stay, we don?t have to go far, far away to have some fun, try things my way, bitch grab your bags, get in the Esclay, put the seat back, we on our way, there's no games to play, nuttin' else to say listen to your man girl try things my way
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse Two]
We makin? you, rest in towel, make a mess in the flowers, how bout sex in the shower or neck for an hour, you got a ring on your finger even one on your nose squeezing some on your toes, one in your tongue that blows, ohh, remember speak about it, you could of been a model, why you didn?t swallow, niggas got scenes tomorrow, no love, no hoes, no paper, nah no ice no hoes no maker, your picture look good, imma? take her wont have to fight or make her first night imma break her, i got game like a laker, you think I?m slow or something, stop bitch you know you frontin' always wants a different nigga you some kind of hoe or something
[50 Cent]
Yeah Banks, I know the bitch man, I sat kicked it with her for a few minutes and shit, i wasn?t even goin' hard son i just kicked it wit her for a lil bit then i told the bitch i was like..
[50 Cent]
[Chorus]
Bitch I wanna go to a motel, just for four hours on the short stay, we don?t have to go far, far away to have some fun, try things my way, bitch grab your bags, get in the Esclay, put the seat back, we on our way, there's no games to play, nuttin' else to say listen to your man girl try things my way
g-unit - 24s
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going
down there
Haha..
Get?em Buck!
[G-Unit ~ Chorus]
24?s Calicos
That?s how all my gangster roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
That?s how gg-g-unit rolls
24?s Calicos
That?s how all my gangster roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
That?s how gg-g-unit rolls
[Young Buck]
I got my pistol in my lap, and the top drop down
An AK in the back cuz a nicca hot now
And I been shooting, and I been robbing
Fifty telling niccas I?m a mutherfuckin problem [gun shot]
I come from the bottom, but birds I got?em
I ?grip? two cents in harlem , serve all?em
To me what I deserve man
Fuck what you heard man
They doing a ?ten n key?
So who tha? real wurd man
They try to stop us, but I load up my choppa
Put my eye in tha? scope and pop?em right in their pajamas [gun
shot]
Do what we say so is waitin on Yayo
So we can double back and give the fans what they paid for
Ever since the game came back to reality
These Niccas that ain?t sellin, they mad at me, but had at me
then, I take it right back tha? block
And Tennessee, we known to put tha? pirates on the pot
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Banks got.. Jamican queens showin? dem around
We about to bounce from Brooklyn den head up town
The first down south nicca getting popping on the east coast
Lyke I dun want ????? I?m from the streets hoe
Gotta keep my heat cloaked just incase we bump headz
I?m goin backside with a gunshot, shell spray
Fuck what they say, G-unit?s is in diz bitch
With four assault rifles and 6 ?million? clips
Bulletproof beam parked outside da club
So we can shoot at ya?ll, but u can?t shoot at us
My westcoast niccas get ur bang on to diz
If u ain?t throwin? up ur hood, den u dun belong in diz bitch
One tyme for big pac, two tymes for tupac
Stuff tha shiet out of a nicca ina G-unit Reebok
I?ve been ?patiently waiting? while niccas was hating
I?m trying to keep count all this fucking money I?m makin
Bitch!
[Chorus]
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