50 Cent - Don't Push Me Lyrics

50 Cent - Don't Push Me Video

I need you pray for me and

I need you to care for me and

I need you to want me to win,

I need to know where I'm headed,

'Cause I know where I been

 

Flows, bones crushin', it's nothin'

I come up with sum'n

Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin'

It's sum'n you want

745 chrome spinnin's,

Haters hate that I'm winnin'

Man, I been hot from the beginnin'

 

Muthafuckas, envy the kid

Control your jealousy

'Cause I can't control ma temper

I'm in to catch a felony

Pistol in hand, homie

I'm down to get it top

Who wants to squeeze da first shot

You know I ain't stop, 'til ma clip is empty

I'm simply,

Not that nigga used to try your luck,

What da fuck, wait--

Holla tip shells is strup

Wit' yo bones broke, gun smokin', still open,

What-nigga lay yo ass down, paramedics get ya up

 

Right now, I'm on da edge

So don't push me

I aim straight fo' yo head

So don't push me

Fill yo ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

 

Right now, I'm on da edge

So don't push me

I aim straight fo' yo head

So don't push me

Fill yo ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

 

I almost lost my bigga nigga, and

I didn't cry

Too young to understand

The consequences of a man

Livin' a lie, I,

Gotta get that money, I be damnin' from bummin'

Gotta watch my back around these niggas

'Cause they fun in 20 years

And watchin' ma momma tears, got me heated

Heavenly weeded

Smokin' that bomb, 'Cause I need it

These niggas don't want me ballin' they want me buried

Balled in the dirt from shots flurried

Layin' wit' bombs all on my shirt

I got plans to hop up in da Hummer

'Cause I'm a stunner

I sit back and wonder

When dem angels gon' call my number

Under

My chest is a heart of a lion, lion, lion

Pound me, honeys got me flyin'

Wit' my iron

Eyes are giant

I'm runnin' from nuthin'

My stomach is touchin'

While I'm clutchin'

To give you more than a concussion

End the discussion

My brothers told me so I'm bolder

And to see a solder

Hurt on my shoulder

Look in the mirror

I see a soldier

 

Right now, I'm on da edge

So don't push me

I aim straight fo' yo head

So don't push me

Fill yo ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

 

Right now, I'm on da edge

So don't push me

I aim straight fo' yo head

So don't push me

Fill yo ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

 

These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears

This I shit that I saw with my eye balls, my ears

This is me who's gotta be

What you see on TV

What you hear on CD

What appears easy

Man, these teeny-boppers see me on these magazine covers

In these beanies, in these rags

Live in fantasies, frontin'

Like its all fun 'n games,

'Til the shoot-'em-up, bang

And you see your brains hang,

And you see we ain't playin',

Ain't sayin' we ain't layin' down at night 'n ain't prayin'

I bullied my way in this game

And I'm done playin', man

I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin'

I'ma start, layin' any of dese, mothafuckin' cocksuckas

There's no way I'ma back down like a god damn coward,

I can't

How would I look as a man, bowin' to his knees,

Like the mad cow disease

Let somebody lash out at me,

And not lash back out at 'em

Please,

Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall

You wanna see Marshall?

I'll show you Marshall

I try to show you art, but you jus' pick it apart

So I see I hafta start

Showin' you fuckin' old farts

A whole other side,

I wanted to not show you,

So you know you not

Dealin' with some fuckin' marshmallow

Little, soft, yellow, punk pussy whose heart's Jell-o (kuz)

 

Right now, I'm on da edge

So don't push me

I aim straight fo' yo head

So don't push me

Fill yo ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got sum'n fo' yo ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

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50 Cent - I'm A Hustler Lyrics

50 Cent - I'm A Hustler Video

Rule number one don't go against the grain

Rule number two give respect where respect due

Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names

(gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame

Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing

To me ain't nothin changed but the things my money bring

My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail

Whos peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail

I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme

Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on chow lines

An old timer schooled me said don't burn bridges my friend

Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim

I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk of New York

Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk

He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word

Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve

 

(chorus)

(Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow

I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack)

(Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler)

(3x)

(chorus)

 

Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited

Hardcore niggas start actin feminine

With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time

Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine

Hate a liar more than I hate thief

A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality

The streets I know'em like my ABC's

Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese

Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's

Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's

Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy

Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me

If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride

I'm the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride

Letters on my shirt read DKNY

Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY

 

(Chorus)

 

They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound

I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down

See many men live baby and many men die

Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high

Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends

Your enemies remain the same friends always change

I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat

You can get him in the face dog or down his back

All bullshit aside now its time to be honest

I fear no man for death is all thats promised

I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit

From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit

This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine

I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine

Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names

Skate to wait to date and the jake

 

(chorus)

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50 Cent - I Smell Pussy Lyrics

50 Cent - I Smell Pussy Video

I Smell Pussy

 

Son you smell that? What's that?

I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?

I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?

I smell pussy. Is that you Black?

I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?

Y'all niggas is pussy

I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me)

Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)

You niggas get so emotional (emotional)

You remind me of my bitch.

It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,

But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)

Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her

As my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)

I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street

I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see

It's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami

I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)

But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose

See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's

Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head

Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed

I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)

I can't say I love you I dont know what that means

I'ma pimp.

 

(Chorus: (x2))

Girl you know I like it when you climb on top

Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

 

(Verse 2:)

When I first met her

I did anything to get her (what?)

Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh)

Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up

But couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up

She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane

That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain

A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison

Sing-sing is where he biddin'

She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals

Baby wipes and cans of Infamil

Moter bike and grams of fish scale

It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills

Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts

And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex

All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control

 

(Chorus: (x2))

Girl you know I like it when you climb on top

Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

 

(Verse 3:)

I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me)

Or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy

I'm fuckin' with you

I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes

Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby)

Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)

I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)

I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day

Mama ain't home so the noise is okay

O.D.B you know he like it the raw way

Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck

Now you learnin' (whoo)

The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'

My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'

Whether we're just kickin' it or sexin' (uh huh) I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah)

So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and

When niggas get out of line I check them man

 

(Chorus: (x2))

Girl you know I like it when you climb on top

Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock

And you know I love the way you make the bed rock

Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

 

Yeah

Don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv

Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka

And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck

Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch

Punk ass mothafuckas

All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga

Ain't no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.

Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl

Come on gimme some love girl

Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby (laughs)

You know they say I'm sexy now

Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.

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50 Cent - E.M.S. Lyrics

50 Cent - E.M.S. Video

50 Cent talking

Ga ga G-Unit! (body) haha, yo, yo

 

Verse 1 50 Cent

I need no introduction, everybody (body)

Heard of 50 Cent, and heard of G-Unit

I'm not high-tech and I'm not Pradi (Pradi)

You see me in the club

You better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I'm somebody (body)

Cause I get on that jet, in 5 minutes flat

Niggas'll come back, shoot up your party (party)

If I don't have fun, nobody havin' none

I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty (shorty)

Shout out to my nigga Juvie, whack goes here buck

My niggas from New Orleans, wodie (wodie)

If we on the same page, when you see me on stage

You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me (plaud me)

You know how I get, I'm still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga

 

Verse 2 Tony Yayo

I run around with the trey (body) pound like its a sport

And call my name in the bench, while I sit in court

I got a million dollar smile (body), and a fist full of pesos

And the wrist so icey, it could light up a stage show

In the club (body), nigga I stay holdin'

Cause I'm on point for them wolves, and sheep clothin'

I play the bar (body), with a double shot of Henny

Cause after this spot, its cheaters, and envy

(Shorty if you feel a nigga, call me) (body)

 

Verse 3 Lloyd Banks

Yeah, Banks, yeah

Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck

Clowny time ain't gonna put me in a bigger truck

Fuck kids, it (body) ain't my turn to be stressed

A bitch worse nightmare is a paternity test

I'm too young to be faithful (body)

If money, means love, I hate you

I only trick on the first of April

Holla at me, if you thugged (body) out shorty ready to fight you

Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the snub out for me

And if your not don't even (body) call me

 

gun shot fired, yelling

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50 Cent - Rotten Apple Lyrics

50 Cent - Rotten Apple Video

50 CENT LYRICS

 

Rotten Apple

 

(50 Cent)

I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation

I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation

I tell you take it off no hesitaaaaaation

***** you play around, I lay you down

That's how it's goin' down

Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents

My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation

****** be hatin', they don't know what they faaaaaacin'

***** you play around, I lay you down

That's how it's goin' down

I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a maaaaaason

***** witness against me, I'ma eraaaaaase 'em

If they try an runaway, I'ma chaaaaaaase 'em

Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down

That's how it's goin' down

 

(Chorus)

Better watch how you talk

Better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York

That's how we get down

22's on the jeep

Somthin' deep in the seat

When we creep wit the heat

That's how we get down

 

(50 Cent)

Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk

Stick up kids don't live long in New York

**** around and catch the wrong jukes on the street

Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three

In every hood in the US, I'm that**** they feelin'

Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villan

I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right

Teachin' the hoodrats what Cristal taste like

I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck

We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?

My S on 22's leave ya hos confuuuuuused

On the track ready to choose, like Daddy we want you

My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me

Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me

Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk

I came to teach you how we put it down in New York

That's how we get down

 

(Chorus)

Better watch how you talk

Better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York

That's how we get down

22's on the jeep

Somthin' deep in the seat

When we creep wit the heat

That's how we get down

 

(50 Cent)

In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit

O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit

I don't know why niggaz like to talk bad about me

I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.

Man it could be the money, it could be the ice

It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life

You should here they be sayin' man 50 be flippin'

Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'

I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked

It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts

Now we can hit the club and get it crunked

Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with

The pump, you can have it how you want

But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh)

Ya like how I break it down, wanna get rich?

I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces

That's how we get down

 

(Chorus)

Better watch how you talk

Better watch where you walk

On the streets of New York

That's how we get down

22's on the jeep

Somthin' deep in the seat

When we creep wit the heat

That's how we get down

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50 Cent - 8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix) Lyrics

50 Cent - 8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix) Video

(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

You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough

I'm pullin' your mask 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 Yayo

Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail

Cheche, get the Yayo

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

Bellagio, 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'

 

G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!

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50 Cent - How To Rob Lyrics

50 Cent - How To Rob Video

(Madd Rapper)

You know who this is boi 4 real

The art of getting robbed

This is how we do Brooklyn style boi you know what I'm sayin?

 

(50 Cent)

R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD

Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal

If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal

You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street

These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat

I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, You wanna see her again?

Get your ass down to the nearest ATM

I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch

And I'll wake up early and bounce with all da shit

When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny

I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money

Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime

Have Keith sweatin starin down at the barrel of my nine

Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam

I put the gun to Cardan tell him, Tell your man

Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now

I mean right now

The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail

An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell

I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time

Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine

I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks

Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped

What Jigga just sold like 4 milli, got something to live for

Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door

I'll man handle Mariah like Bitch get on the ground

You ain't with Tommy no more who you gettin chipz from now?

I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me

Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me

I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick

I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit

Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think

About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink

I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run

This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?

(Madd Rapper) (Chorus) 2x

This aint serious

Being broke can make you delirious

So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger

50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga?

 

(50 Cents)

Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies

And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami

Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound

Like you! gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down

I figured it out

Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass

Don't wanna be a playa no more

Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!!

Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him

DMX wanna get down well you tell homey

I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+

I should rob Clue man his shit did well

I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell

I hit the studios take niggaz shit and leave

Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings

Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three

Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV

Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up

Fuck the can get capped coroners pickin em up

Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to saw ya

He said Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!

Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece

Told him I want it all he said, Even my gold teeth?

I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep

One at a time get out and take off your shine

Did you ever think that you would be this rich?

Did you ever think that you would have these hits?

Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine?

And walk off with your shit like it's mine?

I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livid

I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins

Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens

I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C

That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP

I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor

He asked me if I had enuff I told him Gimme Some More

Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel

I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People

 

(Madd Rapper)

(chorus)

For real yo you know what I'm sayin?

Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down

It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga

It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it

50 Cents ain't fuckin around

Track Masters ain't fuckin around

Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around

The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around

So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets

Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus

Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not

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50 Cent - Heat Lyrics

50 Cent - Heat Video

(Skit)

Aye you want some of this shit

Naw, I don't want that shit

I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit

And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap on the nigga

Man SHUT the fuck up

Slow down, slow down, slow down

You see that brick house right there

That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up

I'ma get in the other car

Aight (a car revs up)

(gunshots)

 

(Chorus: 50 Cent)

If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin

To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)

There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it

When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)

I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught

The D.A. can play this motherfuckin tape in court

I'll kill you I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin

Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,

Homie I ain't playin

 

(50 Cent)

Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped

And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-da-box (yeah!)

In the hood summer time is the killing season

It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason (wooh!)

I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin

Sayin Lord, Jesus Help Me cause they ass leakin

When that window roll down and that A.K. come out

You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out

And you can run for ya back-up

But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up

God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that

Cause we gonna reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked

I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck

Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood

Cuz ya momma still around dog, and dat ain't good

If you was smart you'd be shook of me

Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let yo ass look

For me

 

(Chorus)

 

(50 Cent)

My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you

Behind that twinkle in yo eyes, I can see the bitch in you

Nigga you know the streets talk

So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks

I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out

If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out

See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself

Locked up I was in a box by myself

I done made myself a millionaire by myself

Now, shit changed motherfucka I can hire some help

I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood

But ya shootin' fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good

With a pistol I define the definition of pain

If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain

Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same

Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game

See the losers and up in shackles and motherfuckin chains

Or laid out in the streets leakin' out they brains

 

(Chorus)

 

(50 Cent)

After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)

If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)

All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)

Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)

 

Yeah, haha, aye Dre

You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucka

Cuz the windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga

Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga

Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga

But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion

But better that then a hole in the head right nigga, haha ha ha

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50 Cent - 21 Questions Lyrics

50 Cent - 21 Questions Video

(50 Cent)

New York City

You are now riding

With 50 Cent

You gotta love it

 

I just wanna chill and twist a lot

Catch stunts in my 7-45

You drive me crazy shorty I

Need to see you and feel you next to me

 

I provide everything you need and I

Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry

Got some questions that I gotta ask and I

Hope you can come up with the answers babe

 

(Nate Dogg)

Girl, it's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

 

Girl, it's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me? Girl

 

(50 Cent)

If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?

If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?

If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century

Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?

 

If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz

Would you poof and disappear like some of my friends?

If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?

If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?

 

I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive

I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside

If I ain't rap 'Cause I flipped burgers in Burger King

Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?

 

And in the bed if I use my tongue, would you like that?

If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?

Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap

And we can go do what you like, I know you like that

 

(Nate Dogg)

Girl, it's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

 

Girl, it's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me? Girl

 

(50 Cent)

Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?

Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin'?

Are you mad 'Cause I'm askin' you 21 questions?

Are you my soul mate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing

 

Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?

I'm starin' at ya' trying figure how you got in them jeans

If I was down would you say things to make me smile?

I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how

 

If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?

And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me

Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?

How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?

 

We only humans girl we make mistakes

To make it up I do whatever it take

I love you like a fat kid love cake

You know my style I say anything to make you smile

 

(Nate Dogg)

Girl, it's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

 

Girl, it's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me? Girl

 

(Nate Dogg)

Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus?

I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us

Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus?

I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us

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50 Cent - Thug Love Lyrics

50 Cent - Thug Love Video

(50 Cent)

What y'all know about this fab shit, huh?

TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh

 

Look we can shop together mama, his and hers

Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs

I ain't tight with the chips girl

I'm down to splurge

If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (Ooh)

VS2 Clarity alright

I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock

I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop

I live life in the fast lane

I make a grove of hash

Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass

It's like she loves me, she loves me not

Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot

I gave jewels I imported for her

Chanel bags I bought from boosters

To the hood I introduced her

She feisty, every now and then she wanna fight me

People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me

The sick part is all that bullshit excites me

 

1 (Destiny's Child)

A thug's what I want

A thug's what I need

Even though my friends don't seem to see

That he lace me with money

He knows when I want it

And I'm never gonna leave my baby

My thugged out no good baby

 

(50 Cent)

Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special

Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you

When I met you it was Guess and Gap

Now it's Gucci and Prada

Took you from being a nine to being a dime

You complain that we don't spend time

When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine

Yo when shorty say she hate me

You know she mean she love me

When she play me close at the bar

That mean she want some Bubbly

See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly

She wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip

Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Briss

That's how she on it

When I met her she was low key

Now she wanna OD

You know me I let her do her thing son

I say what I'm feeling

Niggas say that I'm illing

I sip Cristy so I'm pissy

Like a staircase in your building

What?

 

Repeat 1 (2x)

 

Repeat 1 & 2 till end

 

2 (Beyonce')

A thug is what I want

And a thug is what I need

And my friends don't understand

How my baby laces me

A thug is what I want

And a thug is what I need

And my friends don't understand

And I think its jealousy

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