G-Unit - Baby U Got Lyrics

G-Unit - Baby U Got Video

(50 Cent)

Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

 

(Intro/Chorus 50 Cent)

Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want

Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need

Now shake that thang

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

Girl shake that thang

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

 

(Chorus 50 Cent)

Baby you got

Hips that hypnotize

When you walk I can't help but watch you shake

I love the way you shake (Baby you got)

Hips that make a nigga fantasize

I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)

Some kinda control on me

Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)

My imagination running wild

Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style

 

(Verse 1 50 Cent)

It's something about your style, it's something about your smile

It's something about you making me want you right now

If you don't like me, then don't listen to me

Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes

I'm a professional when I become sexual

You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you

Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang

Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty

Come ride on my roller coaster

Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya

Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'

Foreplay, you can have it your way

I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby

Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy

After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game

I have you saying slow down baby

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse 2 Young Buck)

Baby it's hard to look and don't touch

Girl the way you strut dressed in your Von Dutch

I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me

Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body

I'm parked outside in the blue Denali

There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it

Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear

I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl

You need a thug that can handle that

One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back

Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you

Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh

Don't hurt nobody baby

When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy

I done been around the world, and I finally found ya

Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse 3 Lloyd Banks)

Baby you've got a hell of a first impression

Making me wanna ask you a personal question

Like Are you flexible? and How do you like it?

Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic

Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok

You got a body like Nicole ray, hey

I need a drink, I'll be right back

But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that

It's late, I have to score, This blue drink tastes good, don't it?

Sure it does, now have some more

I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her

So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter

So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent

Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love

You move like you work in a strip club

 

(Chorus)

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G-Unit - I Smell Pussy Lyrics

G-Unit - I Smell Pussy Video

(Intro)

*Sniff Sniff* 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?)

 

(Verse One)

Y'all niggas is pussy!!!!!

I'm falling out nigga now watch me (watch me)

Ain't nothing you can do to stop me (stop me)

Y'all niggas get so emotional (emotional)

You remind me of my bitch...HaHa

 

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

What she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her

Quite of probation just make it harder for me to accept her as my own

She tries to tie up my phone and

I'm not at home she's thinking 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 wit somebody after she touches me

Mami I'm not your regular nigga I know the game

But I don't play by the rules I'm focusing on my moves

That way I will never lose

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

You say I confuse you play little trick with your head

Been catching feelings ever since the first time I slept in your bed

I'm not here to tease you mislead you with so your dreams

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

I'M A PIMP!!!!

 

(Chorus (twice))

Girl you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

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

Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy

Girl you know I like when you climb on top

Love muscle feel tighter than a headlock

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

Take me to Ecstasy with out takin Ecstasy

 

(Verse Two)

When I first met her, I did anything to get her

Paid all her bills and filled her frigerator

Reminiscing on late nights when I tried 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 writing her baby pops in the box in prison

Sing-Sing is where he been in

She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels

Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil

Motor Bikes and grams of fish scale

So 9 to 5 niggas was no frill

Turning young niggas with principals to old men with debts

And all the prank calls was death threats

That bitch got the best sex all across the globe

And the bitch head game was out of control

 

(Chorus (twice))

 

(Verse Three)

I wonder when I'm gone if you miss me

Or do you miss that Don Perignon and that Christy

I'm fuckin wit you

I'm feeling your shape I'm feeling your eyes

Later on I'm feeling your ass and feeling your thighs

Sweetheart you book smart and street-smart

I knew you was my type from the very, very start

I'm in to tongue kissing 4 play all day

Mamma ain't home so the noise is okay

ODB you know he like it the raw way

Latex, safe sex, no hickeys on the neck

Now your learning

The lords blesses make me wiser as the worlds turning

My tongue touch the right spot I'll have your toes curling

Whether we just kicking it or we sexing

I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection

So when niggas make mistakes I correct 'em and

When niggas get out of line I check the man

 

(Chorus)

 

(50 Cent talking)

Yeah........ don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv

You wanna run around takin pictures like you Puff Daddy and the Family motherfucker

With that bitch Charli Baltimore...

Bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck

Paint her hair red...

Think she gon' sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit!

Bitch... punk-ass motherfuckers

All you motherfuckers get rolled on nigga

Ain't no motherfucking, 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

Come on... come here girl... c'mon gimme some love girl

Fuck Irv Gotti... you know how me and you do baby

You know... they say I'm sexy now... HaHaHa

Aye Irv your momma got a thing for me!!!!

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G-Unit - Beg For Mercy Lyrics

G-Unit - Beg For Mercy Video

G G G, G G G-Unit

No peace talks, no white flags

No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass

 

(50cent)

Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas

Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra

You don't wanna bang wit the best

I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest

They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive

Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid

They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed

Nigga you stunt, I pull out

And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar

I think he's flyin

Eight outta eight on movin targets

You run? You still dyin

Check my resume, I am oh so loco

Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

 

(Chorus 50cent)

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me

But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy

Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

 

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me

But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy

Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

 

(Young Buck)

There once was some niggas that tried to murda me

I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery

This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize

The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies

Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard

A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart

I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars

I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar

Let's get it poppin'

 

(Chorus 50cent)

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me

But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy

Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

 

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me

But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy

Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

 

(Lloyd Banks)

I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef

We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth

I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D

Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks

These niggas tellin' out the blue

So you hang em off the bridge

At least they'll have to helicopter you

The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do

I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school

You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown

That's why them little niggas in the projects love me

You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues

I don't even freestyle for free

I gave em a break, flew over seas

But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees

Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies

I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea

 

(Chorus 50cent)

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me

But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy

Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

 

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me

But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy

Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

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G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You Lyrics

G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You Video

(Intro/Chorus: Joe)

I wanna get to know ya

I really wanna thug you, baby

One dose of your lovin

I know it gon' drive me, crazy

I wanna be your lover

I wanna get to know you, baby

One dose of my lovin

I know it gon' drive you, crazy

 

(Verse One: Young Buck)

I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass

I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby

Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley

Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party

I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble

Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?)

She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman

Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin

Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time

And your Gucci boots the same color as mine

If you read between the lines you can see that I want you

I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do

Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long

Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong

Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn

If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse Two: Lloyd Banks)

Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her

Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her

It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her

In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more

She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around

I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound

Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down

I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round

Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy

I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady

I admit I fell in love with her friend

And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name

Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain

I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain?

Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY

I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse Thre: 50 Cent)

Yeah

Don't know what fuck me up more, watchin her lick her lips

Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man

I sweet talk her if she like

Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right?

Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws

Now you can reap the benefits of world tours

Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours

Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws

You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you

All you gotta do is love me and be loyal

Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you

Cause to me some bunny's gon' hate you that never saw you

C'mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me

Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me

Let me ride on you and you can ride on

We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night

 

(Chorus) repeat 2X w/ variations

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G-Unit - Stunt 101 Lyrics

G-Unit - Stunt 101 Video

Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah

 

(Chorus) (50 Cent)

 

I teach you how to stunt

My wrist stay rocked

My T.V's pop up in the maybach Beennnnz

I teach you how to stunt

You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz

I teach you how to stunt

My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn

I teach you how to stunt

I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn

 

(Verse 1) (50 Cent)

7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz

24 inches, Giovanni rimz

All one, one wheel, when I want one of them

Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him

They say I changed man, I'm gettin paper, Im flashy

They like me better when Im fucked up and ashy

My royalty checks the rebirth to Liberace

Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me

And I dont really care, if it's platinum or white gold

Long as it's VS, BLING!, look at that light show

In the hood they say 50 man, your sneaker look right yo

Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho

Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow

Im finna drop that, so i suggest you lay low

Buck, he from Cash, still tend a ki nigga

He gettin em ten a piece, save ten fo me nigga

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse 2) (Lloyd Banks)

I've been sensin a lot of tension now that I'm rappin,

But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?

Me on the contrary, hand covered with Platinum

Different colour Coupes but I'm in love with the black one.

On point, cause you get R.I.P.s when slackin

So the stash box big enough to squeeze the mac, and yeah

I'm fairly new but I demand some respect

Cause i already wear your advance on my neck

I'm fresh of the jet then i breeze to the beaches

Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit Sneakers

Already figured out what to do with all my features

Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers.

When it comes to stuntin' there ain't nothin' you can teach us,

We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us, naw

I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt

Come with me out front, I'll teach you how to stunt!

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse 3) (Young Buck)

The kid's so icy, you dont have to like me

In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike's

I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days

The only thing changed, is the numbers on the Range

I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains

The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain

My Spreewell's spinnin man, Im doin my thing

And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game

Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old

The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold

G-Unit homie, actin like ya'll dont know

Look I cant even walk through the mall no more

I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes

They never seen doors let up on a car before

Dont be mad at me dawg, it's all I know

Is how to show these fougaisies how its sposed to go

 

(Chorus)

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G-Unit - My Buddy Lyrics

G-Unit - My Buddy Video

:

Okay you with us, huh?

You listening good?

Say hello to my little friend (x2)

 

50 cent:

My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go

My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha

Window

My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple

Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend

 

Lloyd Banks:

Everywhere i go I gotta tag along

Cuz my buzz gettin strong and they mad im on

He ride with me when i pass tha mall

He wait for me on tha bench when im on my game of basketball

One shoot'll make a bastard fall

Pass em and crawl, you need a bulletproof vest, mask and all

Bring your buddy when its time to roll

Cuz i got hit the last time i left mine at home

A hand bling fulla platnium and shinas chrome he even got closet

Space inside my home

He aint neva been broke he glitchless

And so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for christmas

Infra-red beam and a scope for distance

The best company when approachin business

My eagle ride wit me to the end we all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N

 

50 cent:

My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go

My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha

Window

My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple

Stay in your place i recommend or say hello to my little friend

 

50 cent:

My buddy gotta temper he dyin ta pop off

Last time he did tha cops had the block all locked off

Take him wit me to hustle stashed him in a trash can

My fingers tips soft 4 for hours i bagged grams

You meet him, ya destinations hell or heaven

Cuz i only bring em out for that 187

He dont have a heart i just keep feedin him shells

He got it poppin in tha hood so his name ring bells

Ms. Jones stay on tha third floor she call tha cops on me

They came i ran i had to toss my humble lil homie

Niggas small they got no friends so they stay in they place

Kid i stay screamin on niggas and beatin on base heads

These niggas aint thorough they just like to pretend

Keep fuckin round nigga say hello to my little friend!

 

50 cent:

My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go

My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha

Window

My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple

Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend

 

Young Buck:

We picked em all out yet we both still livin

Weve been in tha box but we both still spittin

And when it was beef u even played your position

Got under the seat until we spotted our victim

At first they wouldnt listen til they heard u go off

Remember it was broad daylight in tha middle of New York

And lil did they know we was ready 4 war

Bet that nigga wished he neva stuck his head out tha door

See whenever u come out sumthin happens on tha block

You tha reason that nigga stopped rappin like pac

People see u n runnin n u aint even say shit

They just know u aint nuthin 2 play wit

U stay wit 16 homies, n one in tha hole

When the first one get out tha next one go

To know where u headed u gotta know where u been

Tha glock stay wit me..we friends til tha end

 

50 cent:

My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go

My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha

Window

My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple

Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend

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G-Unit - Smile Lyrics

G-Unit - Smile Video

50 cent speaking

Yeah, somthin special you know, somthing epic, Lloyd Banks..

You know cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't wanna see you smile baby

 

50 cent singing

Woo, I wanna be the reason you smile

I wanna be the reason you smileeeee

I wanna be the reason you smile

After you wipe away your tears n dry your eyes

 

Verse One Lloyd Banks

I'm getting the feeling you wana take revenge

From the conversations were having an the way it ends

You wana discuss me infront of your lady friends

That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz

It all depends maybe if we make amense

We can start from scratch, learn to control your temper

An remarks can back

We plan to be patonic with the hearts intact

So everytime we seperate somebodys marching back

Your amazing in the sack

Eyes splatter like ya asian but ya black

God bless whoever gave you all of that

If you seen her from the back you'd understand why they stare like that

It ain't a thought of what's holes the lords knows

Her pussy good enough to miss award shows

An I ain't gotta say nothing she just knows

By the way I'm looking at her to take off all her clothes

Up an down...

 

Chorus: Lloyd Banks & 50 cent

Whenever I'm not around and your feeling down

(be the reason you smile)

I don't wana see you frown like them kids

Watch em clown, I wana bring you joy and

(be the reason you smile)

Baby you know my style, you know how I get down

Provide by any means to be

(be the reason you smile)

We dun been through them ups an downs

Had drama for a while, I'm just happy I'm around to be

(be the reason you smile)

 

Verse Two Lloyd Banks

The main reason I been looking at you pittyfully

Kinda hard to have for this shit that I done did to you

Violated and took you into a crib or two

I've come clean to be a bigger individual

Even though ya visible the eve when I visit you

Kinda makes me feel lucky cause I see niggaz when ya teasing with ya physical

She wanna wreck up her womb but I ain't got no room left

My section ain't princess

My foreign chick bad but she bitchless, plus it's hard to commincate

Cause she don't speak in no english

I've been around the world state to state

But now I'm back busting in ya bathroom

Got you laughing at ya shower cap, let's get it on

Cause I'm leaving in an hour infact it don't matter she's mad

Even when I holla back

All I really need is your attention for a little while n

I betchu I can make you smile

 

Chorus: Repeat x2 end

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