Remember all the times that we used to play You were lost and I would save you I don′t think those feeling will ever fade You born a part of me
Won′t you cure my tragedy Won′t you cure my tragedy Don′t take her smile away from me She′s broken and I′m far away
Won′t you cure my tragedy Won′t you cure my tragedy Then I hope that you can hear me scream Won′t you cure my tragedy
When I sit and think of the days we shared And the nights you covered before me Every little thing that I ever did You would stand by me Everytime you would cry it would take my wind My heart would break If I could be strong like you were for me You are my faith
Won′t you cure my tragedy Won′t you cure my tragedy Don′t take her smile away from me She′s broken and I′m far away If you made the world a stage for me Then I hope that you could hear me scream Can you hear me scream Can you hear me scream
Won′t you cure my tragedy Won′t you cure my tragedy Don′t take her smile away from me She′s broken and I′m far away If you made the world a stage for me
I can′t take this anymore I can′t take this anymore Won′t you take and give her pain to me Cause my whole life I′ve made mistakes
Everyone came around here Everyone else got sick And watched the clock tickin′ slowly Everyone knew the ending Opened a bag of tricks And stumbled over their own They blew minds away Sort of the cripplin just like thunder And it′s gone today I′m so happy that it′s on
It′s the end of the world
Well it′s far away In a hurricane, twisting slowly Now it′s gone today I′m so happy that it′s on
It′s the end of the world
My world, my love, my gun
Now I′m all alone Kept the pain inside Wanna torch the world Cause I′m breathin fire
Everyone around you suffocates I can see your madness rip your brain I can see the bodies on the wall All the nightmare dreams I can′t recall come I can see the future boiling up around, I′m so afraid Someone told you make her half a girl, she used to be alive I can feel the fire, crawling on you like you′re superman But I would pay to watch you burn All the love you have disintegrates All that saved you was your apathy I can see the knives hung on the wall All the nightmare dreams I can′t recall, come Take back this pain you gave All the love you have disintegrates All that saved you was your apathy I remember all the knives you hung And all the bodies stretched across the wall All the drama that they made me think Couldn′t be real, must be fake I can see the bodies on the wall All the nightmare dreams I can′t recall come
I′m feeling crossed I take it inside Burn up the pain My thoughts are strange Just like the things I used to love Just like the tree that fell I heard it If art is still inside I feel it
I wanna bleed Show the world all that I have inside I wanna scream Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Take all these strings They call my veins Wrap them around Every fucking thing
Presence of people Not for me Well I must remain in tune Forever My love is music I will marry melody
I wanna bleed Show the world all that I have inside I wanna scream Let the blood flow that keeps me alive
Won′t you let me take you For a ride You can stop the world Try to change my mind Won′t you let me show you How it feels You can stop the world But you won′t change me
I need music I need music I need music to set me free To let me bleed
I can′t breath at all It hurts to think That a sound could heal my wounds Feeling I′ve been betrayed Black sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can′t sleep at all Now you′re gone away I can′t fake this anymore Guess I could blame it all On god′s game Or explain what my life′s for
[chorus] Caught in a winters rain I can′t remember a word you said Take away my fear please hold on to me I′m falling Falling
I will trade it all For another day Just to feel you and your warmth But even pictures fade Black sunday still burns you in my thoughts I can′t see at all Did you fly away Did the stars shine bright for you Guess I could blame it all On god′s game It was fate that carried you
She was only 17 And forced to blame it on herself That she hides away to tame the pain she feels She was fallen to a scence A drunken man a violent will And the God that makes mistakes And still pretends
[chorus] And I′ll be strong And I will say And I will take your pain away And I′ll be strong And I will say Adn I will take your pain away
She was only trying to breath Her broken nails had sliced his skin As he bruised her face she fades away again When she came to at the scence A fever wind and a match in hand As she watched the flames she felt love again
All the world is just a fake Made to drop you when you fall Everyone gets blown away And everyone is gone I can see the only tie Links you back to where you came No one showed you any hope And everyone loves.
Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up.
How the needle loves to sing Scream your name and take you home Found youself a brand new love Made you feel like God I can see this all the time Mother told you keep it straight No one showed you any hope And everyone loves.
Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up.
Now the sun has gone away And all the love you have is gone Now it′s all a big mistake And you don′t feel like God I can see the only tie Links you back to where you came No one showed you any hope And everyone loves.
Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick, Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her throw up. Well it makes her sick... Well it makes her sick... Well it makes her sick... Well it makes her throw up.
They kept on coming down to this place Cause I could see it in their eyes They made the world a fucking disgrace Made everything burn cold They kept on coming down to this place Cause I could see it in their eyes We took the world to heal the disgrace Now everything burn fine
I′m talking about the ever changing Winds of fame I guess it just got cold in here It comes full circle Never ever changed our ways our Little pill killed summer days I guess it just got cold in here It comes full circle
There′s a game life plays Makes you think you′re everything they ever said you were Like to take some time Clear away everything I′ve planned
[chorus] Was it life I′ve betrayed For the shape that I′m in It′s not hard to fail It′s not easy to win Did I drink too much Could I dissapear And there′s nothing that′s left but wasted tears
There′s nothing left but wasted years
If I could change my life Be a simple kind of man try to do the best I can If I could take the sides I′d dreail every path I could I′m about to die Won′t you clear away from me give me strength to fly away
So, was gone the days As the end of a road, Don’t you say a word, Don’t make it hard to go! We′ve been over this, yeah. And said all, we needed to say… And I know we′re hearts, but you know It’s time to go…
All the things we wanted, All the plans we talked about Things, we′ve gave aborted, And what we had to do without? Team, we almost make it… Weren’t make it, Right can’t we. Tried, didn’t we?
Don’t cry, know that it′s over: We missed our one good chance To leave from worst… So goodnight, ‘cause we know it’s over…
No more things to hide, No more promises to break. Not another life, But times, when we fight all day… It begins so good, I don’t know how We got so bad! Enough, so know Though whenever took, We braked it now…
All the things we wanted (Houhh) All the plans, we talked about Things, we′ve gave aborted! And what we had to do without? (Oouhh) Team, we almost make it… Weren’t make it, Right can’t we. Tried, didn’t we?
Ooouhh, boy!
Don’t cry, know that it′s over: We missed our one good chance To leave from worst… So goodnight, ‘cause we know it’s over… This is goodbye!
Houh…
I didn’t want this, getting wanna never see you in pain… Never in teen, before, this thing to come to tears and do rain… I will call good times, I won’t forget all my life, But we can′t bring ′em back ′Cause they′re gone!
So.......!
Don’t cry, know that it′s over: We missed our one good chance To leave from worst… So goodnight, ‘cause we know it’s over… Oh, this is goodbye!
Don’t cry, know that it′s over: We missed our one good chance To leave from worst… So goodnight, ‘cause we know it’s over…
So, was gone the days As the end of a road, Don’t you say a word, Don’t make it hard to go! We′ve been over this, yeah. And said all, we needed to say… And I know we′re hearts, but you know It’s time to go…
All the things we wanted, All the plans we talked about Things, we′ve gave aborted, And what we had to do without? Team, we almost make it… Weren’t make it, Right can’t we. Tried, didn’t we?
Don’t cry, know that it′s over: We missed our one good chance To leave from worst… So goodnight, ‘cause we know it’s over…
No more things to hide, No more promises to break. Not another life, But times, when we fight all day… It begins so good, I don’t know how We got so bad! Enough, so know Though whenever took, We braked it now…
All the things we wanted (Houhh) All the plans, we talked about Things, we′ve gave aborted! And what we had to do without? (Oouhh) Team, we almost make it… Weren’t make it, Right can’t we. Tried, didn’t we?
Ooouhh, boy!
Don’t cry, know that it′s over: We missed our one good chance To leave from worst… So goodnight, ‘cause we know it’s over… This is goodbye!
Houh…
I didn’t want this, getting wanna never see you in pain… Never in teen, before, this thing to come to tears and do rain… I will call good times, I won’t forget all my life, But we can′t bring ′em back ′Cause they′re gone!
So.......!
Don’t cry, know that it′s over: We missed our one good chance To leave from worst… So goodnight, ‘cause we know it’s over… Oh, this is goodbye!
Don’t cry, know that it′s over: We missed our one good chance To leave from worst… So goodnight, ‘cause we know it’s over…
Hold me closer one more time, Say that you love me in your last goodbye, Please forgive me for my sins, Yes, I swam dirty waters, But you pushed me in, I′ve seen your face under every sky, Over every border and on every line, You know my heart more than I do, We were the greatest, me and you,
But we had time against us, And miles between us, The heavens cried, I know I left you speechless, But now the sky has cleared and it′s blue, And I see my future in you,
I′ll be waiting for you when you′re ready to love me again, I′ll put my hands up, I′ll do everything different, I′ll be better to you, I′ll be waiting for you when you′re ready to love me again, I′ll put my hands up, I′ll be somebody different, I′ll be better to you,
Let me stay here for just one more night, Build your world around me, And pull me to the light, So I can tell you that I was wrong, I was a child then, but now I′m willing to learn,
But we had time against us, And miles between us, The heavens cried,
I know I left you speechless, But now the sky has cleared and it′s blue, And I see my future in you,
I′ll be waiting for you when you′re ready to love me again, I′ll put my hands up, I′ll do everything different, I′ll be better to you, I′ll be waiting for you when you′re ready to love me again, I′ll put my hands up, I′ll be somebody different, I′ll be better to you,
Time against us, Miles between us, Heavens cried, I know I left you speechless, Time against us, Miles between us, Heavens cried, I know I left you speechless, I know I left you speechless, I′ll be waiting,
I′ll be waiting for you when you′re ready to love me again, I′ll put my hands up, I′ll do everything different, I′ll be better to you, I′ll be waiting for you when you′re ready to love me again, I′ll put my hands up, I′ll be somebody different, I′ll be better to you.
Wait, do you see my heart on my sleeve? It′s been there for days on end and It′s been waiting for you to open up Just you baby, come on now I′m trying to tell you just how I′d like to hear the words roll out of your mouth finally Say that it′s always been me
That′s made you feel a way you′ve never felt before And I′m all you need and that you never want more Then you′d say all of the right things without a clue But you′d save the best for last Like I′m the one for you
You should know that you′re just a temporary fix This is not rooted with you it don′t mean that much to me You′re just a filler in the space that happened to be free How dare you think you′d get away with trying to play me
Why is it everytime I think I′ve tried my hardest It turns out it ain′t enough cause you′re still not mentioning love What am I supposed to do to make you want me properly? I′m taking these chances and getting away And though I′m trying my hardest you back to her And I think that I know things may never change I′m still hoping one day I might hear you say
I make you feel a way you′ve never felt before And I′m all you need and that you never want more Then you′d say all of the right things without a clue But you′d save the best for last Like I′m the one for you
You should know that you′re just a temporary fix This is not rooted with you it don′t mean that much to me You′re just a filler in the space that happened to be free How dare you think you′d get away with trying to play me
But, despite the truth that I know I find it hard to let go and give up on you Seems I love the things you do Like the meaner you treat me the more eager I am To persist with this heartbreak and running around And that will do until I find myself with you
And make you feel a way you′ve never felt before I′ll be all you need and that you never want more Then you′ll say all of the right things without a clue And you′ll be the one for me and me the one for you
I′ve made up my mind, Don′t need to think it over, If i′m wrong I am right, Don′t need to look no further, This ain′t lust, I know This is love but,
If i tell the world, I′ll never say enough, Cause it was not said to you, And thats exactly what i need to do, If i′m in love with you,
Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere Or would it be a waste Even If i knew my place should i leave it there Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere
I′d build myself up, And fly around in circles, Wait then as my heart drops, and my back begins to tingle finally could this be it or
Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere, Or would it be a waste Even If i knew my place should i leave it there Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere Yeah
Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere, Or would it be a waste Even If i knew my place should i leave it there Should i give up, Or should i just...keep on.. chasing.. pavements should i just...keep on.. chasing.. pavements Ohhhh
Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere, Or would it be a waste Even If i knew my place should i leave it there Should i give up, Or should i just keep chasing pavements Even if it leads nowhere. Eeee
Found myself today singing out your name, you said I’m crazy, if I am I’m crazy for you.
Sometimes sitting in the dark wishing you were here turns me crazy, but it’s you who makes me lose my head.
And every time I’m meant to be acting sensible you drift into my head and turn me into a crumbling fool.
Tell me to run and I’ll race, if you want me to stop I’ll freeze, and if you are me gonna leave, just hold me closer baby, and make me crazy for you. Crazy for you.
Lately with this state I’m in I can’t help myself but spin. I wish you’d come over, send me spinning closer to you.
My oh my, how my blood boils, it’s sweet taste for you, strips me down bare and gets me into my favourite mood.
I keep on trying, fighting these feelings away, but the more I do, the crazier I turn into.
Pacing floors and opening doors, hoping you’ll walk through and save me boy, because I’m too crazy for you. Crazy for you
I′ve been walking in the same way as I did Missing out the cracks in the pavement And tutting my heel and strutting my feet "Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?" "No and thank you, please Madam. I ain′t lost, just wandering"
Round my hometown Memories are fresh Round my hometown Ooh the people I′ve met Are the wonders of my world Are the wonders of my world Are the wonders of this world Are the wonders of my world
I like it in the city when the air is so thick and opaque I love to see everybody in short skirts, shorts and shades I like it in the city when two worlds collide You get the people and the government Everybody taking different sides
Shows that we ain′t gonna stand shit Shows that we are united Shows that we ain′t gonna take it Shows that we ain′t gonna stand shit Shows that we are united
Round my hometown Memories are fresh Round my hometown Ooh the people I′ve met
Are the wonders of my world Are the wonders of my world Are the wonders of this world Are the wonders of my world
When the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case, I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears, I could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love.
I know you haven′t made your mind up yet, but I would never do you wrong. I′ve known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong.
I′d go hungry; I′d go black and blue, I′d go crawling down the avenue. No, there′s nothing that I wouldn′t do to make you feel my love.
The storms are raging on the rolling sea and on the highway of regret. Though winds of change are throwing wild and free, you ain′t seen nothing like me yet.
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn′t do. Go to the ends of the Earth for you, to make you feel my love
Whenever I′m alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I′m alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again Whenever I′m alone with you You make me feel like I am young again Whenever I′m alone with you You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you
Whenever I′m alone with you You make me feel like I am free again Whenever I′m alone with you You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you Whatever words I say I will always love you I will always love you
I let it fall, my heart And as it fell, you rose to claim it It was dark and I was over Until you kissed my lips and you saved me My hands, they were strong, but my knees were far too weak To stand in your arms without falling to your feet
But there′s a side to you that I never knew, never knew All the things you′d say, they were never true, never true And the games you′d play, you would always win, always win
But I set fire to the rain Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried ′Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name
When laying with you I could stay there Close my eyes, feel you here forever You and me together, nothing is better
′Cause there′s a side to you that I never knew, never knew All the things you′d say, they were never true, never true And the games you′s play, you would always win, always win
But I set fire to the rain Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried
′Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames When we fell, something died ′Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time
Sometimes I wake up by the door That heart you caught must be waiting for you Even now when we′re already over I can′t help myself from looking for you
I set fire to the rain Watched it pour as I touch your face Well, it burned while I cried ′Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name I set fire to the rain And I threw us into the flames When we fell, something died ′Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time, oh Oh, no Let it burn, oh Let it burn Let it burn
И так крепко обнимай, меня к себе прижми. Как первый раз, будь со мною до последнего вздоха. Помни...
1 куплет: Adamant Замерзшие пули моих стихов, ты больше не куришь Winston с ментолом И скроешь лицо. Опять все слезы не в тему, Осадок от кофе, один в метро, Наушники скроют весь мой серый фон. Но лишь в твоих глазах огонь! Заставлял меня верить.
До пятницы забудь, пока.. ты... где ты? Слабость, появись же детка, Знаешь злится мое сердце, В шрамах, я тебя прошу! Ты только верь мне, Правда, ник в твоих венах - иглы, Почему так больно падать - ты мой парашют.
Припев: Adamant И так крепко обнимай, меня к себе прижми как первый раз, Будь со мною до последнего вздоха, помни... (2Х) Я только твой!
2 куплет: Лёша Свик Есть здесь тысяча причин, почему не могу уйти? Почему глаза горят и не хочу уйти назад? В этой маленькой комнате, воспоминаний больше, Чем в моей голове. Мы друг друга запомнили, но каждый день говорю то же самое... Лучше нет. Что не вернусь назад, что ты права была, но смысл? Если под снегопад, мы как снежинки на ресницах. Таем, таем, таю... и ни что не станет с нами, от чего глаза горят? Будто бы не ты я.
Припев: Adamant И так крепко обнимай, меня к себе прижми как первый раз, Будь со мною до последнего вздоха, помни... (2Х) Я только твой!
3 куплет: Витя Appledream Любимая, станем забытыми, песни репитные сутками, обиды в Твитере. Дождь на стекле рисунками, воспоминания в урну, Грустный sound я пишу о том, как ты давно не писала. Сахарозаменитель в плеере, утратили все, во что верили. Пропадая не с теми, время не лечит и мы всё равно, Хочешь проверим, после совместных ночей, Склеенных до мелочей, в доме без отопления. Руки - вены, реки - вены, руки - пошлое прошлое, Тошнотворный дождь, мурашки по коже, ты - сучка или кошка? Забываю, как выглядишь, сколько ложек сахара ты любишь в чай, Счастье под подошвами. Уже не тот... наизнанку, измятый листок, Корявыми буквами, но тебе откровений глоток, Любимая, станут забытыми песни, репитные сутками, Обиды в Твиттере, дождь на стекле рисунками.
И так крепко обнимай, меня к себе прижми как первый раз, Будь со мною до последнего вздоха, помни... (2Х)
Теряя в оскале всего себя, уходил слишком на долго и не возвращался, Небрежно хватай меня за рукав, прижми к себе, ведь я твой недостаток. И так трудно искать тебя пальцами на листах, И так сложно сжимать ночами вместо тебя воздух. Лишь твои губы сжигают меня дотла, теряй - теряй, под ногами почву.
Припев: Или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай, Или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай.
Нет не нужно объясняться, эта музыка решение без апелляций, Не смотри в глаза я прячу злость, за то, что не хватало, небо отобрало все. Но я хочу радости глотнуть, вдыхая кислород, я выдыхаю грусть, И все что было, то я вряд ли помню, мое детство переломанное, передохло! Во мне демоны кричат: отдай душу! Если как то не проснусь, значит я отдал, Останься на секунду, так нужно прикоснуться, к тому, зачем я создан. Так боюсь тебя обжечь, ведь этот мир так не похож на Диснейлэнд, Но пусть так будет, как есть, пока пульс сильнее, пока пульс сильнее...
Ведь мне так трудно искать тебя пальцами на листах, И так сложно сжимать ночами вместо тебя воздух. Лишь твои губы сжигают меня дотла, теряй - теряй, под ногами почву. ( 2Х )
Припев: Или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай, Или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай,или тай-тай-тай.
[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background] Hey pass that nigga, we gettin′ high Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man 50 can′t even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)
[Verse 1] I can′t smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I′ll fuck you up I ain′t talkin′ about a fist fight, I′ll cut you up Yo don′t want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo) I′m a sped ed kid, I′m gettin′ all this paper (uh huh) You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb Why the so called smart kids was poppin′ guns I think about poppin′ a gun, and then get the lump sum Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein′ black′s about Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend′s Wrist, Sittin′ up in them Benz, to be in the pen In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole Let′s go, let′s flow nigga
[Chorus - Singing] - 2X War, what is it good for absolutely nothin′ But niggas keep frontin′ Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier Die like a soldier
[Outro - Talking] War, state of mercy nigga You see me pop off nigga Ain′t no peace talk, bitch ass nigga Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah) You don′t seem nigga, yeah nigga Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid 50 Cent, new shit My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple" And nigga shy money, ain′t fail nigga Uh huh, ya heard
[50 Cent] Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there Haha.. Getem Buck!
[G-Unit ~ Chorus] 24s Calicos Thats how all my gangster roll Get dat dough fuck dem hoes Thats how gg-g-unit rolls 24s Calicos Thats how all my gangster roll Get dat dough fuck dem hoes Thats how gg-g-unit rolls
[Young Buck] I got my pistol in my lap, and the top drop down An AK in the back cuz a nicca hot now And I been shooting, and I been robbing Fifty telling niccas Im a mutherfuckin problem [gun shot] I come from the bottom, but birds I gotem I ?grip? two cents in harlem , serve allem To me what I deserve man Fuck what you heard man They doing a ?ten n key? So who tha real wurd man They try to stop us, but I load up my choppa Put my eye in tha scope and popem right in their pajamas [gun shot] Do what we say so is waitin on Yayo So we can double back and give the fans what they paid for Ever since the game came back to reality These Niccas that aint sellin, they mad at me, but had at me then, I take it right back tha block And Tennessee, we known to put tha pirates on the pot
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks] Banks got.. Jamican queens showin dem around We about to bounce from Brooklyn den head up town The first down south nicca getting popping on the east coast Lyke I dun want ????? Im from the streets hoe Gotta keep my heat cloaked just incase we bump headz Im goin backside with a gunshot, shell spray Fuck what they say, G-units is in diz bitch With four assault rifles and 6 ?million? clips Bulletproof beam parked outside da club So we can shoot at yall, but u cant shoot at us My westcoast niccas get ur bang on to diz If u aint throwin
[Intro] New York City (New York City), you are now rackin′ with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready?) See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
[Verse 1] G-UNIT! Somethin′ new, somethin′ new I′m not that nigga, in your video I′m not a trick, I don′t love the hoes And niggas know I be, on the low But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro I′m not that nigga, that you think you know I walk around with a big four four You front on me, I′m gonna get at you dog I be right at your crib, waitin′ at your door (What up bitches)
[Verse 2] Comin′ up I ain′t had much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin′ out of nothin′ (Yeah) Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin′ (woo) Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did The older niggas really wasn′t feelin′ the kid Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib But you can′t hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled Back then niggas yousta call me boo In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew Country came around, ease it and clappin′ then Country left, strange shit started happenin′ Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins Cory shot Drew, and we was friends Money turns boys into men The cycle never changes, shit just starts again
[Verse 3] Nah nigga, ain′t nothin′ change nigga Yeah I′ve been gone for a minute, but I′m back Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood You see my cherry red SL, nigga I′m doin′ good Sometime I can′t find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels" I′m addicted to stuntin′, now that I′m holdin′ somethin′ I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today (oh yeah, let me hold somethin′) Nigga you high or somethin′ I don′t play games, I′m about my money, nigga buy somethin′ I got a few fifths, I got a few nines Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine
[Outro - 50 Cent talking] Yeah, don′t ever say I don′t do nothin′ for you nigga You know, uh, don′t say I don′t look out for ya Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes And you come back, nigga have ′em, and have my paper for that thang thang You know what I′m sayin′? Say I don′t want it back, nigga don′t try to use it And don′t get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that In fact, I can see ya′ll niggas now Run around sayin′, 50 gettin′ all this rap money, and he won′t help us (haha) Sit tight nigga I′m comin′ You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD! My shit is so hot right now, I′m in a zone
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
I′m ready for combat, a solider on the frontline Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline It only take one time, for you to send a death threat And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat You ain′t met me yet I been camoflauged in the bushes And I′m co-signing Fifty, ′cause them niggas all pussies Bustin′ shots at ya convoy You don′t want war No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades You won′t make it to the general, without getting sprayed Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men You continue troops and get ′em all blowed back Walk up on ′em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what!
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
Look nigga, I suggest you go home ′Cause I won′t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya Nigga I′m never scared like Bone Crusher Stand alone, provide my own supper Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I′m gon′ fuck her Don′t tryta pick up for them lames around you You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you I′m on the road blowing grade A haze and brown Got niggas running like the KKK′s around My album′s coming, a new year′s approaching My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach ′em There′s a very fine line between a pool and the ocean Sometimes I′m in Atlanta where they make head bounce And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce These niggas really want war, ′cause if so Get on your vest, ′cause all you gotta do is say that
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
(50 Cent) Yeah, something special you know? Something epic. Lloyd Banks You know cuz a nigga thuggin don′t mean he don′t wanna see you smile, baby.
(50 Cent) We wanna be the reason you smile (3x) After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes.
(Lloyd Banks) I′m gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge, From the conversations we havin′, the way it ends. You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends. That′s why it′s just me and my Mercedes Benz. It all depends, maybe if we make amends we can start from scratch. Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact. We plan to be platonic, but the heart′s in tact. So everytime we separate somebody′s marchin′ back. Young May′s and then the sack... Eyes slanted like you′re Asian, but you′re Black. God bless whoever gave you all of that. If you′ve seen it from the back, you′d understand why they still like that. It ain′t to Florida with tours, the Lord knows. The pussy good enough to miss award shows.... And I ain′t gotta say nothing, she just knows By the way I lick her though to take her from her clothes up and down ooOOOOh....
(Chorus: Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent) Whenever I′m not around, and you′re feeling down, let the thought of me be (the reason you smile) I don′t wanna see you frown, make them kids watch and clown, I wanna bring you joy and be (the reason you smile) You leanin′ on my style, you know how I get down, I′ll provide by any means to be (the reason you smile) We done been through the ups and downs, and drama for a while, I′m just happy I′m around to be ( the reason you smile)
(Lloyd Banks) The main reason that I been looking at you pitiful, With about half of the shit that I done did to you. Violated or tiptoed into a crib or two. I′ve complained to be a bigger individual. Even though they visible, the evenings when I visit you Kinda makes me feel lucky cuz I see niggaz when you teasin′ with your physical, She wanna wreck up the rooms, I ain′t got no more wind left Wild while on my section-made princess, my foreign chick bad but she bitchrest, Plus it′s hard to communicate, cuz she don′t speak in no ingles. I been around the world, state to state, but now I′m back Bustin′ in your bathroom, got you laughing in your shower cap. Let′s get it on, cuz I′m leaving in an hour flat. Really don′t matter. She′s mad even when I holla back. All I really need is your attention for a while, and I bet you I can make you smile.
(Chorus: Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent) (2x) Whenever I′m not around, and you′re feeling down, let the thought of me be (the reason you smile) I don′t wanna see you frown, make them kids watch and clown, I wanna bring you joy and be (the reason you smile) You leanin′ on my style, you know how I get down, I′ll provide by any means to be (the reason you smile) We done been through the ups and downs, and drama for a while, I′m just happy I′m around to be (the reason you smile)
(50 Cent) We wanna be the reason you smile (3x) After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes...
(chorus) every hood we go through all da gangstas around know my whole crew we hold it down like we suppose to nigga u can front if u want we be poppin′ dem thangs 2X
(50 cent) after da vmas my baby momma cussed my ass out i kicked her ass we back friends like puffy and steve stout cut da grass around my clique so i can see these snakes u see ′em back in da hood its cause i see they fake ill preach ur son about da paper like im Creflo Dollar ill pop u punk niggas like i pop my colla im confused i like megan,monica,and mya missy′s freaky and brandy shot up now take a look on how my lifestyle changed up come on now got damn it i done came up now u can find me wit da finest hoes chosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes i got a fetish for da stones im heavy on da ice man if i aint got a pistol im be sure i got a knife fam get outta line and im lightin′ ur as up semi-auto spray oughta tighten ya ass up
(chorus)
(lloyd banks) slow down little nigga dont exceed ur speed cause i will put G′s on ur fitted like da negro league i got connects i dont need no weed i been in LA for a year now so i dont see no seeds after im done we clappin′ ur crew hell yeah i fuck fans guess what? ur favorite rapper does too in a minute im gon have da jeweler makin my rims spin my crew run wild like da jamacians of kingston nuthin but bling bling in ur face boy thats why my neck shine like one of dem shirts dat puffy and mase wore i done found it in for as soon as i pop a broad she have my balls head first like a soccer star u can only stand next to da man if u proper that take care of birds like animal doctor i been had em buzzin′ niggas just slept on me so im out for revenge like one of bin laden′s cousin
(chorus)
(young buck) read da paper look at da news we on da front page and we in da bahamas wit AK′s on da stage da ice in da jacob watch will make a broke nigga take sumthin so i gotta keep da 4 5th wit no safety button G-unit gettin′ money i know some artist starvin′ but play da game like they rich to me da shit′s funny i know u see me comin′ cause on da front of da maybach it say payback for those dat hated on me i hate when niggas claim they bangin′ a gang u aint a crip like snoop u aint a blood like Game see i been havin′ beef i got my own bullet proof vest most my enemies dead i got about two left until my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes innocent bystanders get hit tryin′ to be heros u know how we roll everywhere dat we go its 4-4′s calad coes and desert eagles.
[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background] Hey pass that nigga, we gettin′ high Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man 50 can′t even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)
[Verse 1] I can′t smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I′ll fuck you up I ain′t talkin′ about a fist fight, I′ll cut you up Yo don′t want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo) I′m a sped ed kid, I′m gettin′ all this paper (uh huh) You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb Why the so called smart kids was poppin′ guns I think about poppin′ a gun, and then get the lump sum Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein′ black′s about Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend′s Wrist, Sittin′ up in them Benz, to be in the pen In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole Let′s go, let′s flow nigga
[Chorus - Singing] - 2X War, what is it good for absolutely nothin′ But niggas keep frontin′ Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier Die like a soldier
[Outro - Talking] War, state of mercy nigga You see me pop off nigga Ain′t no peace talk, bitch ass nigga Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah) You don′t seem nigga, yeah nigga Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid 50 Cent, new shit My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple" And nigga shy money, ain′t fail nigga Uh huh, ya heard
[50 Cent] Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there Haha.. Getem Buck!
[G-Unit ~ Chorus] 24s Calicos Thats how all my gangster roll Get dat dough fuck dem hoes Thats how gg-g-unit rolls 24s Calicos Thats how all my gangster roll Get dat dough fuck dem hoes Thats how gg-g-unit rolls
[Young Buck] I got my pistol in my lap, and the top drop down An AK in the back cuz a nicca hot now And I been shooting, and I been robbing Fifty telling niccas Im a mutherfuckin problem [gun shot] I come from the bottom, but birds I gotem I ?grip? two cents in harlem , serve allem To me what I deserve man Fuck what you heard man They doing a ?ten n key? So who tha real wurd man They try to stop us, but I load up my choppa Put my eye in tha scope and popem right in their pajamas [gun shot] Do what we say so is waitin on Yayo So we can double back and give the fans what they paid for Ever since the game came back to reality These Niccas that aint sellin, they mad at me, but had at me then, I take it right back tha block And Tennessee, we known to put tha pirates on the pot
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks] Banks got.. Jamican queens showin dem around We about to bounce from Brooklyn den head up town The first down south nicca getting popping on the east coast Lyke I dun want ????? Im from the streets hoe Gotta keep my heat cloaked just incase we bump headz Im goin backside with a gunshot, shell spray Fuck what they say, G-units is in diz bitch With four assault rifles and 6 ?million? clips Bulletproof beam parked outside da club So we can shoot at yall, but u cant shoot at us My westcoast niccas get ur bang on to diz If u aint throwin
[Intro] New York City (New York City), you are now rackin′ with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready?) See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
[Verse 1] G-UNIT! Somethin′ new, somethin′ new I′m not that nigga, in your video I′m not a trick, I don′t love the hoes And niggas know I be, on the low But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro I′m not that nigga, that you think you know I walk around with a big four four You front on me, I′m gonna get at you dog I be right at your crib, waitin′ at your door (What up bitches)
[Verse 2] Comin′ up I ain′t had much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin′ out of nothin′ (Yeah) Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin′ (woo) Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did The older niggas really wasn′t feelin′ the kid Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib But you can′t hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled Back then niggas yousta call me boo In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew Country came around, ease it and clappin′ then Country left, strange shit started happenin′ Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins Cory shot Drew, and we was friends Money turns boys into men The cycle never changes, shit just starts again
[Verse 3] Nah nigga, ain′t nothin′ change nigga Yeah I′ve been gone for a minute, but I′m back Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood You see my cherry red SL, nigga I′m doin′ good Sometime I can′t find the words to say how I feel So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels" I′m addicted to stuntin′, now that I′m holdin′ somethin′ I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today (oh yeah, let me hold somethin′) Nigga you high or somethin′ I don′t play games, I′m about my money, nigga buy somethin′ I got a few fifths, I got a few nines Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine
[Outro - 50 Cent talking] Yeah, don′t ever say I don′t do nothin′ for you nigga You know, uh, don′t say I don′t look out for ya Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes And you come back, nigga have ′em, and have my paper for that thang thang You know what I′m sayin′? Say I don′t want it back, nigga don′t try to use it And don′t get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that In fact, I can see ya′ll niggas now Run around sayin′, 50 gettin′ all this rap money, and he won′t help us (haha) Sit tight nigga I′m comin′ You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD! My shit is so hot right now, I′m in a zone
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
I′m ready for combat, a solider on the frontline Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline It only take one time, for you to send a death threat And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat You ain′t met me yet I been camoflauged in the bushes And I′m co-signing Fifty, ′cause them niggas all pussies Bustin′ shots at ya convoy You don′t want war No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades You won′t make it to the general, without getting sprayed Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men You continue troops and get ′em all blowed back Walk up on ′em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what!
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
Look nigga, I suggest you go home ′Cause I won′t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya Nigga I′m never scared like Bone Crusher Stand alone, provide my own supper Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I′m gon′ fuck her Don′t tryta pick up for them lames around you You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you I′m on the road blowing grade A haze and brown Got niggas running like the KKK′s around My album′s coming, a new year′s approaching My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach ′em There′s a very fine line between a pool and the ocean Sometimes I′m in Atlanta where they make head bounce And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce These niggas really want war, ′cause if so Get on your vest, ′cause all you gotta do is say that
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
General, I salute you I′ll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you It ain′t nothing ′cause loyalty is what I′m used to And what I won′t do, I′ll have one of my troops do Nigga we′ll kill you
(50 Cent) Yeah, something special you know? Something epic. Lloyd Banks You know cuz a nigga thuggin don′t mean he don′t wanna see you smile, baby.
(50 Cent) We wanna be the reason you smile (3x) After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes.
(Lloyd Banks) I′m gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge, From the conversations we havin′, the way it ends. You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends. That′s why it′s just me and my Mercedes Benz. It all depends, maybe if we make amends we can start from scratch. Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact. We plan to be platonic, but the heart′s in tact. So everytime we separate somebody′s marchin′ back. Young May′s and then the sack... Eyes slanted like you′re Asian, but you′re Black. God bless whoever gave you all of that. If you′ve seen it from the back, you′d understand why they still like that. It ain′t to Florida with tours, the Lord knows. The pussy good enough to miss award shows.... And I ain′t gotta say nothing, she just knows By the way I lick her though to take her from her clothes up and down ooOOOOh....
(Chorus: Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent) Whenever I′m not around, and you′re feeling down, let the thought of me be (the reason you smile) I don′t wanna see you frown, make them kids watch and clown, I wanna bring you joy and be (the reason you smile) You leanin′ on my style, you know how I get down, I′ll provide by any means to be (the reason you smile) We done been through the ups and downs, and drama for a while, I′m just happy I′m around to be ( the reason you smile)
(Lloyd Banks) The main reason that I been looking at you pitiful, With about half of the shit that I done did to you. Violated or tiptoed into a crib or two. I′ve complained to be a bigger individual. Even though they visible, the evenings when I visit you Kinda makes me feel lucky cuz I see niggaz when you teasin′ with your physical, She wanna wreck up the rooms, I ain′t got no more wind left Wild while on my section-made princess, my foreign chick bad but she bitchrest, Plus it′s hard to communicate, cuz she don′t speak in no ingles. I been around the world, state to state, but now I′m back Bustin′ in your bathroom, got you laughing in your shower cap. Let′s get it on, cuz I′m leaving in an hour flat. Really don′t matter. She′s mad even when I holla back. All I really need is your attention for a while, and I bet you I can make you smile.
(Chorus: Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent) (2x) Whenever I′m not around, and you′re feeling down, let the thought of me be (the reason you smile) I don′t wanna see you frown, make them kids watch and clown, I wanna bring you joy and be (the reason you smile) You leanin′ on my style, you know how I get down, I′ll provide by any means to be (the reason you smile) We done been through the ups and downs, and drama for a while, I′m just happy I′m around to be (the reason you smile)
(50 Cent) We wanna be the reason you smile (3x) After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes...
(chorus) every hood we go through all da gangstas around know my whole crew we hold it down like we suppose to nigga u can front if u want we be poppin′ dem thangs 2X
(50 cent) after da vmas my baby momma cussed my ass out i kicked her ass we back friends like puffy and steve stout cut da grass around my clique so i can see these snakes u see ′em back in da hood its cause i see they fake ill preach ur son about da paper like im Creflo Dollar ill pop u punk niggas like i pop my colla im confused i like megan,monica,and mya missy′s freaky and brandy shot up now take a look on how my lifestyle changed up come on now got damn it i done came up now u can find me wit da finest hoes chosin which whip to drive by what match my clothes i got a fetish for da stones im heavy on da ice man if i aint got a pistol im be sure i got a knife fam get outta line and im lightin′ ur as up semi-auto spray oughta tighten ya ass up
(chorus)
(lloyd banks) slow down little nigga dont exceed ur speed cause i will put G′s on ur fitted like da negro league i got connects i dont need no weed i been in LA for a year now so i dont see no seeds after im done we clappin′ ur crew hell yeah i fuck fans guess what? ur favorite rapper does too in a minute im gon have da jeweler makin my rims spin my crew run wild like da jamacians of kingston nuthin but bling bling in ur face boy thats why my neck shine like one of dem shirts dat puffy and mase wore i done found it in for as soon as i pop a broad she have my balls head first like a soccer star u can only stand next to da man if u proper that take care of birds like animal doctor i been had em buzzin′ niggas just slept on me so im out for revenge like one of bin laden′s cousin
(chorus)
(young buck) read da paper look at da news we on da front page and we in da bahamas wit AK′s on da stage da ice in da jacob watch will make a broke nigga take sumthin so i gotta keep da 4 5th wit no safety button G-unit gettin′ money i know some artist starvin′ but play da game like they rich to me da shit′s funny i know u see me comin′ cause on da front of da maybach it say payback for those dat hated on me i hate when niggas claim they bangin′ a gang u aint a crip like snoop u aint a blood like Game see i been havin′ beef i got my own bullet proof vest most my enemies dead i got about two left until my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes innocent bystanders get hit tryin′ to be heros u know how we roll everywhere dat we go its 4-4′s calad coes and desert eagles.
[50 Cent - Talking] Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain′t no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
[Chorus x2] They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain′t about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I′ll stop ′em from talking like that
[50 Cent] I′m the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap ain′t on the shit that I′m on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack But when I come through, shh... the talking stop My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit I′m marking my music like diesel on the block So if you with me you gon′ eat and you gon′ starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha I′ll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They ain′t used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck] You think you a killer but we gon just pay ′em a visit Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like I′m John Wayne Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating Full of anger until there′s no more bullets in the chamber Ain′t nothing like when you get popped and don′t know who to blame-a Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" So I go hit them niggas ′fore 50 couldn′t even hold me I′m waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some shit I just don′t discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya′ll, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks] Come on, nigga, I ain′t here to make no friends, just cut the checks I got a long pump that′ll put your stupid ass up in steps Begging niggas don′t understand though Probably cause my hand glow when I′m anticipating the lambo Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft ′Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, the danger they might have My niggas buying so much ammo If you reach in the couch for loose change, you′ll probably feel on the handle Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes There′s only one team on top, we number one with a glock Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
[50 Cent - Talking] Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain′t no good in the hood, you know what I mean? Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?
[Chorus x2] They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain′t about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I′ll stop ′em from talking like that
[50 Cent] I′m the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap ain′t on the shit that I′m on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack But when I come through, shh... the talking stop My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit I′m marking my music like diesel on the block So if you with me you gon′ eat and you gon′ starve if you not Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha I′ll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They ain′t used to a G like you, BLAM!
[Chorus]
[Young Buck] You think you a killer but we gon just pay ′em a visit Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it I keep a holster on my shoulder like I′m John Wayne Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating Full of anger until there′s no more bullets in the chamber Ain′t nothing like when you get popped and don′t know who to blame-a Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" So I go hit them niggas ′fore 50 couldn′t even hold me I′m waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must Bad as I want to, some shit I just don′t discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya′ll, motherfuckers!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks] Come on, nigga, I ain′t here to make no friends, just cut the checks I got a long pump that′ll put your stupid ass up in steps Begging niggas don′t understand though Probably cause my hand glow when I′m anticipating the lambo Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft ′Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, the danger they might have My niggas buying so much ammo If you reach in the couch for loose change, you′ll probably feel on the handle Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes There′s only one team on top, we number one with a glock Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone Toddy gettin′ his ass whipped so he holdin′ that gat down His momma think it′s my fault cause he listen to back down Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin′ ??? now He keeps her fresh chicks white T′s and fitted hats now Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down Erica the jump shop but he′s smoking crack now The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now And Sean runnin′ round with his gat now Up in niggaz cribs sayin′ where that money at pound And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston That bitch travel the world she runnin′ round boostin′ And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince Their baby daddy′s never come around they useless Everynow and then I come through on some new shit Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I′m so hood, I can′t help it I′m so hood, I can′t help it Love me for being me Cause I can′t change it can′t rearrange it I am what I am. So love me for being me.
I′m so hood, I can′t help it I′m so hood, I can′t help it Love me for being me Cause I can′t change it can′t rearrange it I am what I am. So love me for being me.
[50 Cent]
Now Im′a six man momma told me god don′t like ugly I fell scraped my face and thought god must don′t love me So Owen every morning before he sell dope Niggaz keep whoopin′ that ass cause he sell soap. Charlie be beggin′ all the time he stay broke Flip be down on 109 rollin′ up smoke Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts They say they love me because I rap now but they don′t like me I′ve been locked up 3 times and they ain′t write me Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick The blocks hot D′s jump out on us almost all the time They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine Till G put that gunin down that ??
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me) (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus] 50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh As we proceed, uh
[50 Cent] (Tony Yayo) You didn′t like the way I wore my hair (what up) You didn′t like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh) You didn′t like the little things I do Just tryin to be close to you (c′mon, c′mon)
Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga" With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga) When you disrespect me is where I draw the line You seen my artwork but you ain′t seen me draw the nine Come through the hood, you′ll get shot homey just cause I say so I′m the hottest shit on this street, I don′t do J Lo (here we go)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Hope] (Call me) Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?] (Call me) Girl you houndin me [Oh now I′m houndin you] (Call me) Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin] I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me? [Man you call me] (Call me) Girl you houndin me [Yeah whatever] (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking behind chorus] Uh huh, yeah
[Hope] (Tony Yayo) I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up) No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh) No pies, no cake, couldn′t get a crum nigga (crum nigga) Fuck too fast, to quick to cum nigga Now you wanna talk like you big shit Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin? Cause when you′s fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c′mon)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) [Tony Yayo] (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck [I just wanna fuck]
(Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harrasin me? I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
[Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of chorus] Yeah, um, YAYO!
[Tony Yayo] Don′t call me bitch, don′t be naggin me Cause the police thinkin ′bout baggin me (baggin me) You wanna call me on my cell, but don′t got money for bail And you the main reason that I′m stuck in the jail You showed ′em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed ′em where the stash at (uh huh) Got a order of protection, no I′m doin five flat In my heart I thought you was the one "Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH)
[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Tweet) (Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me? (Call me) Girl you houndin me (Call me) Why you harassin me? I don′t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
"Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] Ay if you hear me out there "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] I get down on my knees every night and say "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] Hahahaha, yeah "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] I′m goin to war, I′m goin to WAR!
[Verse One: Young Buck] You never know when death′s comin, all you hear is gunshots Lil′ kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street People act like they don′t know who did it, but they notice me Every day′s a death threat, but I ain′t dead yet So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set Don′t know where I slept at, just know where my tec at It′s the first of the month, my bitch ain′t got her check yet Juvie left me in California, I don′t respect that I love him too much to beef, so I′ma accept that But I′ma just step back, and focus on Buck Tired of ridin in yours, I′m bout to buy my own truck Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin′" It′s G-Unit ′til I′m gone, Lord knows I ain′t lyin niggaz
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X] First there was two sets of footprints in the sand Then there was one set of footprints in the sand When times get hard and shit hits the fan God don′t walk with me, he carry me man
[Verse Two: Young Buck] You don′t know what I been through to get what I done got If you looked through a scope, you couldn′t hit what I done shot Couldn′t flip what I done copped, couldn′t tip what I done topped I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock When you holla G-Unit on some other shit You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza Your baby momma want me, I don′t want that skeeza She′s scratched my Beema, but I ain′t seen-her When I catch the bitch, I′ma gangsta lean-her - WHOA We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes They learned it from Lil′ Kim to let they titties show I′m the King of the South, this is how it really goes Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows You know me nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Young Buck] Half of these kids never read the Bibles But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain′t want it (What?) Right then I understood that the hood′s in my blood So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin ′em know where I′m from Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists Wait ′til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin So when they see ′em snitch niggaz′ll know who got ′em We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga
[Chorus]
[Young Buck] I know you prayin I get killed nigga He who fears death is in denial 50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz Banks! FREE YAYO! And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on I′M HERE NOW!
[Skip] Everytime I′m in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, ′fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin But I′m on a mission, you see, there′s money that I′m missin I got ′em posted, so the move and I′m gonna murder y′all You and all the trouble goin through by servin y′all And only cause my man heard of y′all Other than that, shit, y′all won′t get served at all
[Tony Yayo] I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist′s upgraded I stay C of F, I ain′t got time for Jacob I′m still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal
[Chorus] - 2X Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine A little bit of ecstacy That′s why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit a everything
[Young Buck] I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag And rockaby baby, I′m in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper Shit I ain′t new to this, I met this air stewardess Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
[Lloyd Banks] Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me i
Yeah nigga We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right We gonna smoke this shit And I′ma drink a lot a water And I′ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don′t find out I′m smoking this shit, aight?
Yo, niggas wouldn′t rob Frankie if they had the chance Wasn′t cause of him it was cause of his man Lance Frankie cut crack Lance hold the Mac If fiends fuck with Frankie′s pac′s Lance cut the crack heads blocked up Thought he was locked up Came thru stuntin′ wit his wrist all rocked up Shoulda seen him smile, missin′ the tooth Coupe missin the roof He like "What up, 50?" I′m like "What up with you" Lance had a reputation that was well earned Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn Out there in Red Firm At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack I′m like "Nah, I ain′t paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back" Niggas lookin at me like I′m crazy, they shook I don′t give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook Asked him about ???? Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for seven grand (Fuckin′ crazy) The man was crazy I could tell by his look Cause he looked the way I look When I look for a jooks Bitch
Motherfucker Teamwork, work hard nigga 50 cent Rotten Apple G-UNIT Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo, nigga
Hey what up, nigga You motherfuckin′ right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2 Get the fuck out the car nigga don′t make me rush you, nigga Shoot that nigga, 50!
[Chorus] We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do Long as I can spend the whole night with you
Hennessy sippin′ (got me a bottle) Bacardi drinkin′ (got me a bottle) Smirnoff sippin′ (got me a bottle) Absolut shorty (got me a bottle) Tangueray sippin′ (got me a bottle) Absolut drinkin′ (got me a bottle) E&J sippin′ (got me a bottle) Champaigne drinkin′ (got me a bottle)
[Lloyd Banks] I′m gettin′ tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi Wit′ a model at a party I got kids, but mommy gon′ be swallowin′ pro′lly See I always get my way girlfriend, I′m spoiled bad Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag Your performance will determine the price See if you fuckin′ to champaigne, but if not it′s Smirnoff Ice And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you But they don′t make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah
[Chorus]
[50 Cent] I don′t fuck wit′ scurry ass niggas That ain′t got a care in the world I′m fin′ to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl Admit it, I′m that motherfuckin′ nigga you lovin′ New York nigga, soundin′ like I′m straight up southern What bitch, don′t try to play me close to see what I′m drinkin′ Yeah I′m rich, I ain′t a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin′ I′m some type a nigga that ain′t ′bout that money man If I smack you in your face you get funny man Ha ha
[HOOK: 50 Cent] Bump Dat Niggas try to stunt on my click Then when I get on that shit I bring it to ′em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg No shell in the head Before you put in work, you gotta pump that You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that This is serious, these rap niggas, I′m just havin fun with it 50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat
[50 Cent] My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain′t a cop" Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot" Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock? Show ′em the clip Show ′em the beam Show ′em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain′t bag I′m not a blood or a crip, I′m doing my own thang G-UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I don′t go that funny dance I don′t throw gang signs But I′m a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine Think all I do is rap, then you don′t know me good Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man Cause Lethal ain′t never seen Blaco comin′ But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin? And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs And leave you flat your back BRRAT Take that
[HOOK]
[Tony Yayo] I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma Its hard to live, but its easy to die So I′m going through life lookin death in the eye These rappers ain′t gun slingers They R&B singers G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas Minimum wage ain′t gonna pay the rent Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure I′m still on the strip with the fifth and my ever Its T-O-N-Y Stay with a semi Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger When the D′s come around, I′ma swallow my crack Shit the work out later, and hit ′em with that If it′s a direct sale I′ma change the bill Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille Look nigga we icey thugs We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves
[HOOK]
[Tony Yayo] Just havin fun with this rap shit, man It never stops My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street? And y′all ain′t even hear the new shit Just keep goin′ and goin′ and goin′ Motherfuckin′ Duracell Battery It never stops Word up G-Unit Sha Money XL
[Intro - Tony Yayo talking] *echo* YEAH!, your rockin′ wit the talk of New York Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent G-UNIT, and here we go!
(*Saadiq sings "you should be here," and other parts of the song in the background throughout the intro and most of the song*)
[50 Cent - Singing] - (Raphael Saadiq) You should be here wit me bitch You should come and make me rich Girl you know you need a pimp Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy) You should be here wit me bitch (ew, ew, girl) Girl you know you drive me crazy Bitch, (you should be here)
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] Bright and early in the mornin′ come up short with my money And for sure I′ll kick your ass bitch [what you say] (You should be here) You fuckin′ with them other niggas But you know you love the niggas, switch to a pimp bitch [BITCH] (You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes You from Atlanta, I′m from New York, but I′m "throwin them bows" (You should be here) Right here next to me, Girl I know you tired of fuckin′ for free [WOO, Sing along]
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] (You should be here) You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call (You should be here) You should be down on your knees, tryin′ to break me off [uh huh, uh huh] (You should be here) You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time (Well I wish you were here) You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here)
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] {50 Cent Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer I′m a winner, I′m ain′t a regular nigga, ho [Lloyd Banks] (You should be here) Runnin′ wit a pro, I ain′t a beginner Niggas know, what, you wanna percentage, no {Hell no (You should be here) Walkin′ the track, rain, hail, sleet, snow Anythin′ to speed up the process of the cash flow {gotta get that money man (You should be here) Catchin′ a date, and breakin′ll keep me straight Even if you gotta take it in the ass hole {you take it in the ass
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] (You should be here) You should be that bitch that come [uh huh] Everytime I call [I told ya′ll motherfuckers] (You should be here) You should be down on your knees Tryin′ to break me off (you should be here) You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time [Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga] You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent] - (Raphael Saadiq) [Tony Yayo] Uh, yeah, (you should be here) Look, I don′t really need you, I get my dough, bitch I got some Coupe′s, I got some jeeps, I got some mo′ shit (You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos [uh huh] I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels (You should be here) I′m internationally known, man everybody know me Way down in McNolly, they feelin′ me wodie (You should be here), but you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C [C] Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP [yeah]
[Chorus 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing] (You should be), you should be here with me babe You should be here with me babe (You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along) Girl you know you drive me crazy (You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl) (Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe You should be here
[Outro - Tony Yayo - talking] I told ya′ll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin′ over this shit man (*echo*) (You should be here) We run the hood (*echo*) And we run these motherfuckin′ offices (*echo*) Ya′ll be wiling (*echo*) (you should be here) If ya′ll hear (*echo*), the fuckin′ (*echo*) Chase these crackers that′s cuttin′ us right now (You should be here) Man you still local I′m out the hood man (*echo), C′mon
[Chorus 2 - Raphael Saadiq - singing] You should be), you should be here with me babe You should be here with me babe (You should be). Girl you know you drive me crazy (sing along) Girl you know you drive me crazy (You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl) (Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe You should be here
[50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain′t as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga ain′t nuttin change You move I′ll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS) These niggaz don′t really want war (nah) They just walk around frontin Cause I walk around stuntin Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea) If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh) Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO) I′m smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh) Not the type to go spark metal in Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea) Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn Everyday I got a new bitch and when I′m done wit her It′ll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN) You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I′m hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA) Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh) Remember I′m a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH) I know you wanna pop me but (but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I don′t mean Emilio or Bubba I′m aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas A pound and a philly hold the smuggler G=Unit′s whats up right now The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown You gotta come a little harder, nigga You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA) You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe) And you mad cause you blowin on oregano You niggaz′ll never blow Anyone to step in my ring is brave I don′t know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR) Short stay leave her butt in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly I′m about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill I ain′t loud around a snitch (nah) I don′t crowd around a btich (nah) The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO) niggaz can′t stand the fact that I′m real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH) Bacardi at the chest(UH-HUH) I′m similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest My success got suckers salty (salty) Blowin steam like a cup of coffee Click POW get these fuckas off me
[50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain′t as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga ain′t nuttin change You move I′ll blow your brains
Yea Lloyd Banks nigga Whats up nigga? It′s 50 nigga You fuckin wit him right? I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga Whats up nigga? What the fuck I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it poppin nigga Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga I don′t give a fuck if it′s 4 in the afternoon nigga Any where you see me nigga Lets go
[Chorus: Olivia - repeat 2X] Boy if you want me, then you can have me I want you to want me and love me unconditionally
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] You want me to want you, you want me to need you You want me beg and stay by my side You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you You want me to just swallow my pride You want too much from me Pretending I′m that nigga you lovingg Last week it was my man, the week before your husband Girl that ring on your finger means nothing Its just a waste of money, and he was just a dummy I know you kiss hI′m and hug him And tell hI′m that you love him, you lying Because I hit the first night and I wasnt even trying You facinated with the flow You know I′m about to blow Come to see me at my show Admire how my wrist glow You like the way I get the dough We can go, just to drow Let your knees hit the floor I like it when you do it slow Aint nobody got to know We can keep it on the low I don′t like niggas in my business, told you that before
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Young Buck] You want me to hug you, you want me to love you You want me to miss you everytime you gone You wanna shine, you wanna spend time Girl this is just a fling thing, word is bond You want too much from me Everyday calling my phone You found out my benz sittin on chrome Wont leave me alone Catchin feelings cause I′m never at home I should′ve known not to pick up the phone Before a nigga got on You wouldn′t take time out to speak Then you expect me to take your ass out to eat I can′t lie girl you sure look good in that mink Tonight its on you, you gonna buy me a drink Whatchu think?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo] You want me to lay out quality time, like you don′t know I′m on tour Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh? Why everytime we talk you askin for more, huh? You want a nigga to commit, that our relationship shit and I didnt string you along, you talkin reckless Shorty look at my necklace I don′t sell dreams, I sell records I know your type, used to parade around town Bumped into an entertainer, now you wanna slow down Introduced me to family and friends as well Walkin out the house feeling like a piece of show-n-tell cheatin cause your boyfriend doesnt like to spend I hate to bust your bubble but I′m just like him
G G G, G G G-Unit No peace talks, no white flags No mercy, I′m gettin yo ass
[50 Cent] 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 - 50 Cent/Lloyd Banks] 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]
[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
[50 Cent] I′ll teach you how to stunt My wrists stay rocked up My TV′s pop up in a Maybach benz I′ll teach you how to stunt Nigga you can′t see me My bently GT got smoke-gray tints I′ll teach you how to stunt My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I′m shining man I′ll teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I′ll teach you how to stunt
[50 Cent] Seven series BM, Six series benz Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims All on one wheel when I′m on one of them Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that′s him They say I′ve changed man, I′m getting paper, I′m flashy They like me better when I′m fucked up and ashy My royalty check′s the rebirth of Liberace Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me And I don′t really care if it′s platinum or white gold As long as the VS bling, look at that light show In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo Just can′t believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow I′m fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks] I′m sensing 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 color coupes but I′m in love with the black one On point, cuz you get R.I.P.′s when slacking So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in Yeah, I′m fairly new but I demand some respect Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck I′m fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers I already figured out what to do with all my features Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers When it comes to stuntin′ theres nothing you can teach us We′re in a different time zone, your records don′t reach us Naww, 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]
[Young Buc] Chain so icy, you don′t have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes 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 sprewell′s spinning man, I′m doing my thing And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game Come on now, we all know gold is getting old The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold G-Unit homie, actin′ like yall don′t know Look, I can′t even walk through the mall no more I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes They never seen doors lift up on a car before Don′t be mad at me dog, that′s all I know That′s how to show these fougaisies how it′s supposed to go
[Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don′t know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you don′t know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And they′ll tell ya I′m a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I′m rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggaz′ll do anything to reach a buck Cause when you broke you can′t afford to fuck ya sneakers up I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone From now on I can provide cause my paper′s straight Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight Some niggaz hate but I′ll be damned if they hold me down Front niggaz didn′t know me then, bet they know me now Blunt and a smile, eventually it′ll be a frown Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down While I′m in the world, tryin to bring my loot through Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Young Buck] Uhh, they never seen 26′s on a Hummer My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me Go and put mo′ ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!) G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre′s beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This ain′t no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler Plus I probably done robbed mo′ artists than Russell Always in trouble, you can blame my mother Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle I ain′t crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets I′m a country boi, you can hear it when I speak G-Unit!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 50 Cent] Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!) Don′t take much to make my gun go off One shot′ll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!) If you don′t know you betta ask who I be Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV Down in the Lou′, they say they feelin me derrty In New Orleans they say I′m that nigga, ya heard me? From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don′t front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G′d up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up Fuck that, we′re on that same bullshit Same forty-cally glock, same full clip Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me I′m a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
(chorus) When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl your after me cheddar And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl I′m after my cheddar
(50 cent) I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes When I just wanna chill you wanna go out See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out You say I′m wrong when I dog yo ass like I should now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good
(chorus)
(Lloyd Banks) when you think about me grinding my fans You even got more watch on but it′s to much time on your hands They say behind every good man is a woman So tash pull up stash the cannon linen I′ll never be your chofuer to the mall You′ll learn to appreciate cd′s and posters on the wall fatal attractions is mad real Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil′s
(chorus)
(Tony Yayo) They say money make the world go round Material things make a hoe go down I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG Bitch I′m rich but I don′t trick on GP That′s 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts Bitch play the strip and put in work Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract Now I got to double up in case the condom snap
(50 cent) Look don′t ask me for shit man I aint got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can′t sing bitch Bitch I′m Luther Vandross in the shower G-UNIT!
Nigga you shit on me , i′ll shit on you You put a hit on me, i′ll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
You can′t roll wit me i′m Lloyd Banks the one and only not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie there ain′t a government around that can control me, ohhh no I′m on that doggy style shit, man i don′t love a hoe apple wasn′t around so i had to let my brother know, never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow, most them nigga wouldn′t be around if you was bummy yo, south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from, if you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun, five straight soldier ain′t that tired of being the dumb one, or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun, we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it, some niggas hate me in the hood but i don′t owe them niggas shit, smilein′ all up in my face like i don′t know them niggas sick, but i can care less, i′m on the album and i′m gettin′ rich.
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i′ll shit on you You put a hit on me, i′ll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga
[Young Buck]
Walkin′ and talkin′ spit it how i live it nigga, Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga, Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel, they said there wasn′t shootin′, but they found no shells, New york city, hell they throwin′ niggas under jails, I got love for them and i ain′t even from there, Now bust a shot for them boys on the block, I can feel your pain nigga, I′m still in the game nigga, There somethin′ bout the sound of a trey-pound, That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down, See every time we round′ ya hear some shots go off, And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way, And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty, I′mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice, you can call me the don.
[chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i′ll shit on you You put a hit on me, i′ll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga
[50]
I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i′ll let ya have it, When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it, I′m alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas, Front and i′ll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga, I ain′t a marksman my spark and i′ll spray shit, Enough rounds for the Hk i don′t play bitch, Move like i′m militant back on that gorilla shit, Moody, disrespectful, i′m ruley but niggas can′t move me, I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it′s a problem it′s handled, I′ll have your people pourin′ out liquor and lightin′ candles, You fuck around i′ll blow your brains on my new york times, Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind, It′s crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust, First it′s crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst, We don′t go to funerals but we′ll go to your wake fam, View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.
[Chorus X2]
Nigga you shit on me , i′ll shit on you You put a hit on me, i′ll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga