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Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: A Baltimore Love Thing

[Intro- 50 Cent]
She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me
Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in
Relapse you fat bitch, don't ever try that again
All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin'
But we have a bond and its not to be broken

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me
I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me
I heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl
But boy, oh boy, fuckin' wit me is a whole 'nother world
After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin'
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing"
Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too
I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm fuckin' with you
I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new
I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right
Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm
I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward
Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me
Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV
I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say
But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away
They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a fuckin' fiend
Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you
Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do
Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good
I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should
It was written long before, it was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate
And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates
And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be


Artist: 50 Cent f. Jamie Foxx
Album: The Massacre
Song: Build You Up

( Yea uh
I like the way that feel )

[Hook]
I built you up , what
If eva I fall down
n' I need you to pick me up
Promise me you b around
hold me down
I build you up

[Verse 1]
Listen if you let me, I'll b the reason you shine
It's a secret, I want the world to know dat you mine
But on sum real shit, communications could b betta
So I'm writin this song instead of a love Letter.
They gon play it on da radio a hundred times a day
I figure, when you hear it, you gon stop n think of me
I wanna get to know you, and b the reason you Smile
Girl you know where I'm from, you know how I get Down
When times are tough, tell me dat I'm special
Not rap, I mean me, dat I'm special
You know they say diamonds are a girls best friend
Press yo stones, could you put me befo' them
If so, I'll see to it dat they'll always around
Nothin but da best, now how does dat sound
If I drop a jewl when we talk, you can keep it
Girl you on my mind all da time, dat's a secret shhhh

[Chorus]
Baby I build you up
Girl I, every show, have you by my side
Girl I bulid you up
Girl I need to know fa sho, you mine
(2x)

[Verse 2]
When I think about you thinkin dat you feel da same way
Was it juss my 'magination, to get runnin away
If you ready to ride, girl come on, lets roll
G5, how I fly, 'ma lets go
It was hard to measure da pleasure of havin you in my presents
Yo smile makes me smile, I show you my style
We can shop a lil bit, I'll pick out sum shit
One pair at a time, till yo shoe game sick
Now who knows, what the future holds
We be together prolly, fo betta or for worse
Like Whitney and Bobby
If you wanna play house, we can play house then
But wait.. why pretend when you come in (wet) ?
Befo I'll b yo buddy in bed, lemme b yo best friend
Girl it's mo' then lust, I want yo trust
You keep it reel wit me, I keep it reel witchu
Cuz I know witchu by my side, there's nothin I can't do


[Chorus]
Baby I build you up
Girl I, every show, have you by my side
Girl I bulid you up
Girl I need to know fa sho, you mine
When you up when you down
If you smile, if you frown
I'll b witchu baby
La La La..................
(2x)

Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Candy Shop

Yeah...
Uh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus]

Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Disco Inferno

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
Lil mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
Shake - sh-sh-shake that ass girl!

[Verse]
Go, go, go, 50 in the house
Bounce, y'all already know what I'm about
The flow sound sick over Dre drums nigga
I ain't stupid, I see Doc then my doe come quicker, whoa!
Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic
Girl watch, I'm like bounce that ass girl
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here
Front in here we'll thump in here ohh!!
So gutter, so ghetto, so hood
So gully, so grimey, what's good
Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club wit the snub
Don't start nothing, there won't be nothing, uhh!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Let's party! Everybody stand up
Everybody put your hands up
Let's party! Everybody bounce wit me
Some champagne and burn a little greenery

[Verse]
It's hot! Disco inferno!
Let's go! You're now rocking wit a pro
I get dough to flip dough, to get more fa sho'
Get my drink on, then get on the dance floor
Look homie I don't dance, all I do it this
It's the same two step wit a lil twist
Listen punk I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
Pay attention boy I'll teach you how to do this shit
You mix a little Goose wit a little Dom Perignon
And a little Hennessy, you know we fin' to carry on
I'm hollering at these shorties in the club trying to get right
We gon be up in this bitch till we break daylight

[Chorus]

[Verse]
You see me shining, lit up wit diamonds
Cause I stay grindin, uh !
Homie you can catch me swooping
Bentley Coupe and switching lanes, haha!
If you see me rolling, you know I'm holding
I'm bout my paper, yeah!
Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playing
I'll embed it in your brain, I'm off the chain, G Unit!!
Next level now, turn it up a notch
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco
Hands up on the dance floor, okay let's go

[Chorus]

Artist: 50 Cent ft. Eminem
Album: The Massacre
Song: Gatman and Robbin

[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a black man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I'll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I'll be actin' like an animal, I'll tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
Niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Danger, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze

[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman

[Verse 2- Eminem]
Mothafucka, you retarded you touch 50
I'll leave you dead, leave the party
We're walkin' away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I said we're walkin' away, did you hear me you wanna be thankful
That we ain't beefin' we're still breathin' and just leave it at that
Thats when me, 50, and G-Unit hop back in that bat mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rappin', it's gonna be braaaat [gunshot sound]
Retaliation will be like that Muslim shi'ite attack
Some where along the line, its like me and 50 made a pact
He's got my back, I got his back
It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
Cause when we beef we pull eac hother in
So we'll do shit like we're conjoined at the hip
Its just unavoidable some of this shit is washable
And some shit will never boil up
And some of it will just simmer at best
If left at alone, we'll let it be so there won't be no sit downs
The days that Zino, there will no peace discussions with me
There ain't gon' be no friendly debates over competency
Just quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you
This bitch is sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
When I mentionin' me and the machine to Jimmy Iovine and Dre and 50
D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we'll be back with a

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a black man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed


[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got 'em on the screen, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
They say no, nigga's know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a black man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman

__________________

35aNiL

DEWAMI


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Get in my Car

[Intro]
Uhhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhhh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm a straight guerilla wit it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don't fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a niggas to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa till the mothafuckin' end [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car [Bitch get in]
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 2]
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain't ??? these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car [Bitch get in]
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby hhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car [Bitch get in]
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: God Gave Me Style

[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
It ain't my fault

[Bridge]
I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
I'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream
??? I may even trade in a mic in for a triple beam
I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell
So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell
I need no answers to these questions, cuz time will tell
Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
Is a gift given from God so I'ma use it [Yeaaah!]

[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
It ain't my fault

[Bridge]
I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
I'm drink off in the crowd, by myself
Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else
These days its hard to tell who really cares for me
So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay
A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time
You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind
I'm a spunge, knowledge and wisdom, my ??? off fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math

[Chorus]
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God gave me style
God gave me grace
God put a smile on my face
Haha, God put this smile on my face
God made me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Gunz Come Out

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 2]
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they ??? fathom too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who signed ??? actually let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out

[Verse 3]
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, ??? run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, ??? I will comodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fuckin' with me, there's no tomorrow
niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out


Artist: 50 Cent f. G-Unit
Album: The Massacre
Song: Hate it or Love it [REMIX]

[50 Cent]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-..

Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+"
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nuttin good in the hood
I'd run away from this b!tch and never come back if I could

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.)
(And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)

[The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I'd carry the heat for ya
First mixtape song, I'd inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
and had the whole crowd yellin Free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn your projects into Columbine
And I'm Raps MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in DC
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck could vouch, when the dotch was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth?

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Lloyd Banks)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.)
(And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)

[50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end, losers lose
Winners win this is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change, its staying the same

[Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is with you?
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walking with the snub
Cause niggas do alot of slip talking in the club
Til they coughin on the rug
I ain't ever had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin up his drug
I've had enough, they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat
Now its an R.I.P. shirt and my coat
Now I'm seeing, reminiscin
All of my weed here, never listen
If I see him, then I'mma lift him
And maybe I oughta even the score
But if not, It'll be me on the floor

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.)
(And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)

[Tony Yayo]
I started out at 15 scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and I made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that Lou Deuce Deuce and my Triple Phat Goose
Sippin Easy Jesus, Rocking the Leases
Mama whip me when she find my pieces
I look back on life and think God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

[Young Buck]
You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look mayne, It's a hood thang
Thats why I'm loved in Brooklayne
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, Homie I'm still all good
Let me show you what a thug bout born to die
I take the bullets out of 50, put em in my 4-5
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven-figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Young Buck)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P.)
(And I ain't goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)

__________________

35aNiL

Artist: 50 Cent Ft. Olivia
Album: The Massacre
Song: I Don't Need 'Em

[Intro]
Yeah
It is what it is man
Uh

[Verse 1]
Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack
Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
First to let off, last to run, everytime its on

[Chorus]
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

[50 Cent]
What, niggas yeah
Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
Oh yeah
That's what I thought so, pussy

[Verse 2]
niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie
nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit
Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin
What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started
Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at
Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya

[Chorus]
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

[Outro]
What?
Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
You must be out your rabbid ass mind
Fuck around and kill one of these niggas


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: I'm Supposed to Die Tonight

[Intro- 50 Cent]
Ahh man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to 'em

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
Its smokin', street locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya b!tch gets her hair and nails done
Its elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took b!tch
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
Its smokin', street locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
Its smokin', street locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: In My Hood

Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya niggas better lay down, youngin stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds - ya ass ain't gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside motherfucker
Where gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
Niggas'll eatcha ass up cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass
I wanna fuck - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor and my handgun
My pistol in trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...

[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood

I dont trust a motherfuckin soul
When the D's come they fold
On my first case they told
Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya face
Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to race
Cuz a robbery can turn into a homi-case
Cooperate or doc'll have to operate
Bcuz I pop you run a light than pop at jake
Trust me son, niggas'll go on for they cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These niggas be dummin
Shots go off at the dice game
All you see is them runnin
That make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck am supposed to eat when its hot

[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood

The house party off the hook
Until them shots go off
Well thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
Shit, b!tch get outta pocket -
She needs some discipline
Peep the feins shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
Blaaow ... You know not to do good now

[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Just A Lil Bit

[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit

[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and (*edited*) a lil bit

[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro'
Pockets on ??? cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and (*edited*) a lil bit

[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna (*edited*) tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, x up, c'mon

[Chorus x2]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and (*edited*) a lil bit

Artist: 50 Cent f. Tony Yayo
Album: The Massacre
Song: My Toy Soldier

(Talking)
You Ready? Ok let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said do it man
These Niggas is pussy you heard me?
Get up nice and close
Ya!!

(Chours)
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason why he moves like that
Thats my muthafucking toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
He gonna pop that gat
You dont want to play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
Fucking with my toy soldier
If hes a casualty of war
Trust me I got more
You dont want it with my Toy Soldier


[Verse1 - 50 Cent]
Now listen up close and follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin run up on them buck `em
I aint got no conscience, no morals or nothing
They aint with us they against us we suppost to touch them
Heres what to do if you see them approach me
Pop that nigga I dont care if he know me
Half the niggas hating on me use to be homies
I don't trust them when they smile or playing cuz they phoney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the d's and the prisents know me
They know about my rap shit, they know how I'll clap you
Run like im in a track meet, swift with the mac B
Can see the envy in there eyes for sure man(mann)
Mad as a muthafucka that im holdin(holdinnn)
See me in the back of the phantom(rollinnn)
Quick to make examples out of niggas for sure man(mann)
Hold me down...

(Chours)
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason why he moves like that
Thats my muthafucking toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
He gonna pop that gat
You dont want to play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
Fucking with my toy soldier
If hes a casualty of war
Trust me I got more
You dont want it with my Toy Soldier

[Verse2 - 50 Cent]
Shoot, stab, kill muthafucka
You aint bout it, I dont want you around cocksucka
Every word out my mouth is felt
That Uz I pop, dem hollows so hot your ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt, ill give ya a shape up
Have your ass stitch, gauged, your head all taped up
Niggas know how I get down
See they know when im around (ha ha)
My soldiers around
And if some shit goes down
And a nigga get laid down
Its no suprise cause niggas know how we get down
Black tints on the tested Rosta
Hammer out the hosta
Gat in my lap incase you gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas went to my hood
We on that guerilla shit
You clap off and miss
We come back and start killing shit
Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla shit
We organized, disciplined plus we militant

(Chours)
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason why he moves like that
Thats my muthafucking toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
He gonna pop that gat
You dont want to play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
Fucking with my toy soldier
If hes a casualty of war
Trust me I got more
You dont want it with my Toy Soldier

(Bridge - Yayo Screwed & Chopped)

Through the window
Into a mans soul
...
Fill you with holes
Listen homes.... im the man for the job
...we aint playing
(50 Cent ) : Yayo!

( Tony Yayo) - Come on!

[Verse3 - Tony Yayo)
Im in the coupe or phantom and the body kitted
Waves in my hair looking like Tsunami hit it
Niggas scheme.. the infared beam on the mac
I put green on your head like a Oakland A's Hat
My boy was a douljah, now hes a soldier
My little son Dula, Lettin off the Ruger
In the whip mashed up looking for his enemies
Riding and gased up off double d batteries
Tonights casualties is hooked to them Iv's
(50 Give me the word)
Thats when I Squeeze (Ya!)
Clik Clack take that
Fall Back
Its a contract 50 grand
Im 50's Man

(Chours)
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason he moves like that
Thats my muthafucking toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
He gonna pop that gat
You dont want to play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
Fucking with my toy soldier
If hes a casualty of war
Trust me I got more
You dont want it with my Toy Soldier

(Talking)
Ya!
This is the general speaking (yaaa..)
When I say move(ha.ha.hahahaa)
Nigga you better move (wooooh!)
Soldier (haha)
I dont want nobody talking to none of my niggas
Come around with here with that bullshit
Trying to feed niggas bad infomation and shit..
Thats how my toys malfunction


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Outta Control

[Intro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I guess u didnt know
I be back fo mo
Everybody's on the floor
Goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set if off

[Verse 1]
Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
Just move it to the music its on
To the sound of 50 MPRE
Everythings calculated in time percised
Never move another mill let's get right aight
This test is my ??? choice I'm high off life
Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do
Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set if off

[Verse 2]
System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
Thats what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, VIP, no ID
Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
Bitches break their necks to be where I be
Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
Can you feel it, Slim said for me to make ya feel it
And remind you that you rockin' with the realest

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set if off

[Verse 3]
I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
A little dose of it, now I want some more
No body put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set if off


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Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Piggybank

[Chorus]
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank

[Hook]
I'll get at you
my knife cut ya skin
I'll get at you
blow shots at ya man
I'll get at you
2pac dont pretend
I'll get at you
I'll put that to an end

Verse 1:
That shit is old, dont be screamin Get At me Dog,
Have you runnin for ya life when i match ya boy,
I get to wavin that semi like its legal,
a lil nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle,
you know me, black on black bentley, big ol black 9
ill clap yo monkey ass,yea black on black crime.
Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know why I *Shyne*
C'mon man, you know how I Shyne.
Im in the hood, in the drop, teflon vinyl top
got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I dont hear no shots?
that fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "in the club",
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud.
Jada don't fuck wit me if u wanna eat,
cause I'll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep.
Yea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals,
but thats only in New York dog, yo ass is local.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money

Verse 2:
Banks' shit sells, Buck's shit sells, Game shit sells,
Im rich as hell.
Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell,
he dont want it wit me, he in PC.
I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank,
for just a few pennies out my piggy bank.
Yayo, bring the condoms, im in room 203
freak bitch look like kim, before the surgery
its an emergency, on Michael Jackson, see
you'll pitch her and say she looks like me,
Kelis say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm.
Im way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz,
First thing they say about u, you's a sucka for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots,
After ya next move, I'll give ya what I got. (YEEAH)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

YEA! HAHAHA, Yall niggas gotta do somethin now man
all the shoot em up shit yall be talkin
you gotta do somethin baby!
I mean, i mean cmon man..everybody's listenin
nigga, everybody listenin!
hahahaha, I know you aint gonna let 50 do you like that
i mean, damn, rep yo hood nigga
nigga you hard, right?
pop off
Yayo, get Mobs & them niggas on the phone tell them niggas i said to grip up,
niggas got a green light on these mufuckas.. hahahahaha


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Position of Power

[Intro]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha

[50 Cent]
Aww nigga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
??? loud gold top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King King in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they don't fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin'
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my ***eler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Ryder Music

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew

[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown *****s
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****s
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad *****s on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause *****s will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women, but some *****s is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my *****s the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: Ski Mask Way

(Intro)
Yeah
I’m Tryin to catch me sumthin
I’ma catch you sumthin

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

(Verse 1)
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled ‘til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil’ bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em’ back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I’m so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery’s career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

(Verse 2)

Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n’ niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil’ crew I’ll have em’ pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don’t know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money


Artist: 50 Cent Ft. Olivia
Album: The Massacre
Song: So Amazing

[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby [you're my baby]
And I adore you
You always right, you're not my date
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby [you're my baby]
And you're amazing [so amazing]

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I'm from city to city to shop the show
See me I been glidin' across the globe
I hustle hard to get the grib fa sho'
So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
Tell me, whats on your mind when you're alone
Have ya touchin' on yourself, girl all in the zone
Now if I told you all
What things I say would I be wrong
Well then I wouldn't be right
Matter fact I'd be on the next flight
Tryna get it on with you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot, have ya piped and hot
While the wind blow through your hair in the drop
Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex
And let me to what I do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after its all over
In the mornin' roll over and we can start over

[Chorus- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby [you're my baby]
And I adore you
You always right, you're not my date
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby [you're my baby]
And you're amazing [so amazing]

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Yeah I called just to say hope you havin' a nice day
You're special, I get into you, oops I mean I'm into you
Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you
Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie
Better yet to watch you climb into the jacuzzi
Bubbles in the bath, don in the glass
Funny how time flies when you full of laughs
Its fun but before long, a nigga gotta dash
For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash
To come quick, so I don't fuck with the stash
I know you like pumps and boots
I like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme some loot
I put a spell on you, I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom, workin' it well, I don't kiss and tell
But I don't care if you kiss and tell
You can tell your girlfriend the details

[Chorus x2- Olivia]
Summer, winter, spring, and fall
I'll be around to catch ya calls
Cause you're my baby [you're my baby]
And I adore you
You always right, you're not my date
I never ever let you wait
Cause you're my baby [you're my baby]
And you're amazing [so amazing]


Artist: 50 Cent
Album: The Massacre
Song: This is 50

[Intro]
This is 50

[Chorus]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 1]
I got a hit ya, its ya trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that ??? and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money ???, then I went back and got that six
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit
And a nigga with a knife, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib
nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips

[Chorus x2]
I don't know what you take me for
I don't really play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Bridge]
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit

[Outro]
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah
ohh be bitti

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