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G-Unit - Whoo Kid Kay Slay Shit!

[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

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G-Unit - 24s

[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

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G-Unit - Cutmaster C Shit

[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

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G-Unit - Salute 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

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

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G-Unit - Be The Reason You Smile

(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...

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G-Unit - Poppin′ Dem Thangs

(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.

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G-Unit - Whoo Kid Kay Slay Shit!

[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

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G-Unit - 24s

[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

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G-Unit - Cutmaster C Shit

[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

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G-Unit - Salute 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

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

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G-Unit - Be The Reason You Smile

(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...

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G-Unit - Poppin′ Dem Thangs

(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.

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G-Unit - Gangster Shit

[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!

[Chorus]

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G-Unit - Gangsta

[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!

[Chorus]

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G-Unit - I′m So Hood

[50 Cent]

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]

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G-Unit - Call Me

[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

[Tweet]
Call me
Call me

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G-Unit - Footprints

"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!

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G-Unit - A Lil Bit Of Everything U.T.P

[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

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G-Unit - Clue

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!

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G-Unit - Got Me A Bottle

[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

[Chorus]

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G-Unit - Bump Dat

[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c′mon

[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

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G-Unit - U Should Be Here

[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

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G-Unit - Banks Workout

[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

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G-Unit - Unconditionally

[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

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

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G-Unit - Beg For Mercy

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

[Chorus]

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G-Unit - Stunt 101

[Chorus]

[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]

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G-Unit - Betta Ask Somebody

[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I′m, on, fiiiii-re

[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]

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G-Unit - After My Chedda

(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!

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G-Unit - Eye For An Eye

[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

[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

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G-Unit - Smile

[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y′know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don′t mean he don′t
Don′t wanna see you smile baby

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I′m gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and 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 with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody′s marchin back
You′re amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you′re Asian, but you′re black
God Bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back
You′d understand why dis feel like that
And ain′t a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain′t gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I′m not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don′t wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I′m just happy I′m around to be (I be the reason you smile)

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I′ve come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you′re busy boo, the evening′s when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease ′em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain′t got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it′s hard to communicate
Cause she don′t speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I′m back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let′s get it on
Cause I′m leavin in a hour, fly-through, don′t matter she′s mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile

[Chorus - 2X]

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G-Unit - Ooh

[50 Cent]
50 Cent
Mary J. Blige
G-Unit!

Baby let′s shine where we can shine
And ball where we can ball
Sharin′ sometime together we not promised tomorrow
Know the difference between love and lust
Lustin′ for your love f′na to feel your touch
Baby I′m grown, I′m not goin′ through a phase
Let′s talk, the touch could be brains in both ways
Now could you tell me, what′s a king without a queen
I′m usin′ metaphors, what′s me without you is what I mean

[Mary J. Blige]
In the middle of the night, you hold me tight
Said it′s alright, I′m yours forever
I′ll do what you want, if you don′t hurt me
I′ll cook and clean, I′ll make you happy
and.

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You′re my everything)
and Ooh! (I′m so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can′t be without you)

[Mary J. Blige]
Got a chill in my bones, and it′s all for you babe
Can′t leave you alone, I′m so addicted
I can′t sanctify, its the sweetest pain
So who′s your girl?
You better say my name

[Llyod Banksl
It feels like I made it to heaven when I′m inside her
And we ain′t gotta keep no secrets cuz she′s a rider
She got a hold of her kid that′s tighter than yo′ pliers
And I got her hittin′ notes that′s higher than Mariah′s
Maybe I′m jumpin′ or gunnin′, maybe I′m crazy
Maybe she′s movin′ too fast, maybe I′m lazy
She′s kind′a different you know
Her body shape′ll make you wanna take a trip in the snow

[Young Buck]
My thug luv got her, the way I put it down
Got you callin′ on my phone when ya man not around
Shorty I know what you like and we don′t have fight
You ain′t gotta be trippin′, you know I′m comin′ home tonight
Tried to warn ya bout a playa, but she ain′t wanna listen
Till I got ya in the bedroom, huggin′ and kissin′
I got what ya missin′, put you in the position
Now you hollerin′ and screamin′, talkin′ bout how I did ya
Come on baby

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You′re my everything)
and Ooh! (I′m so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can′t be without you)

[Mary J. Blige]
What you do to me (What you do to me)
Is just a mystery (Heyy Heyyy)
Its hard to believe, that you are here with me
Makin′ all my dreams (Makin′ all my dreams)
Have seen reality (Seen reality)
All my life I′ve tried
To find what′s best for me

[Chorus 2x]
Ooh! (What you do to me)
Ooh! (You′re my everything)
and Ooh! (I′m so glad I found you)
Ooh! (I can′t be without you)

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G-Unit - Tony Yayo Explosion

[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I′m all poinry, cause you see me gettin′ high
But my knife, I′ll have yo ass seein′ out one eye

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I′m all poinry, cause you see me gettin′ high (yeah)
But my knife, I′ll have yo ass seein′ out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin′ on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin′ but Cris poppin′ (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin′ (woo)
Tryin′ to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or 1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I′m cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L′s will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don′t know a fuckin′ clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don′t know a fuckin′ clique liver)

[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I′m all poinry, cause you see me gettin′ high (uh huh)
But my knife, I′ll have yo ass seein′ out one eye (eye)

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I′m all poinry, cause you see me gettin′ high
But my knife, I′ll have yo ass seein′ out one eye

[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin′ money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c′mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750′s straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I′m holdin′ the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin′ baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin′ smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin′ stay runnin′ their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin′, let′s take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don′t be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin′ towards a brick of dope
Cause I′ve been goin′ hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I′m a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!

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G-Unit - G-Unit Soldiers

[Tony Yayo]
Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

[50 Cent]
Yea...Niggas salute me
Uh huh

[Tony Yayo]
We takin over this shit

(50 Cent)

Yo

[Tony Yayo]
G Unitttt

[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Tony Yayo]
Whatcha say whatcha say?

[50 Cent]
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Lloyd Banks]
Yea...Yea...
I′m from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin
For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin
You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
I′m stuck in the past
Shit changed since the 80s (What)
I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
Out here its basketball and speedbags
And guns that′ll stiffin you up like freeze tag

[Tony Yayo]
You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)
Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
While I′m ridin on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You′ll lose 5 liters of blood a thug′s a dead man (come on)

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out

(Tony Yayo)
Home of the new right here

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Lloyd Banks]
Nigga...Nigga
Niggas know I′m hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)
Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)
I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)
I aint straight I′m livin where its hot and sandy
And the Benz′s complexion is cotton candy
I bounced up, thats the best part
You niggas don′t know what pain is
The only scar on ya body′s a stretch mark (stretch mark)

[Tony Yayo]
Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
Cause it′s liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)
Listen homie
We got AKs and Remintons
For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians
Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball
So if you see me in the club I′m in the bathroom stall
Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Tony Yayo]
50 whatcha say??

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

(Lloyd Banks talking over beat)
Yea...G Unit man..
We runnin the streets man
We takin this rap shit over man
This serious man its more then rap nigga
Mention this nigga 50 name nigga
I′m blowin niggas brains out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yea...it aint a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
G Unit klick
My nigga Proav L
Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
134 nigga
We got yall nigga
Yea...uh..uh

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G-Unit - Bad News

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news
Tray pound′s in the house, bad news
40 Kal′s in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news

[Lloyd Banks]
Niggaz mad cause I′m flossin′ bad
I ain′t a wrestler, but I′ll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don′t really like to exercise but I′ll push up on a bitch
Y′all sweet like ninety-nine bananas
That′s why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I′m just a playa that found out where the coaches know
That′s why I′ma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y′all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the fifth grade
That′s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks′ back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony′s back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the second rule please leave the crime scene please
Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time
Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep
Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
Ninth rule don′t say shit cause po-po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the tenth rule don′t put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)

[50 Cent]
Don′t go go against me I′ll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level′s high nigga can′t tell
Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I′m LL
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot
You so much pressure on me when you compare me to ′Pac
I′m just a new kid, I can′t help that I′m hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don′t matter
I′ll fire shots at the chef and watch the sheeps scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through with my knife cause I′m a pain your neck (YEAH!)

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news
Tray pound′s in the house, bad news
40 Kal′s in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news

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G-Unit - Baby you got

[50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

[IntroChorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can′t help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
It′s something about your style, it′s something about your smile
It′s something about you making me want you right now
If you don′t like me, then don′t listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I′m a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don′t it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action ′til you′re climaxin′
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "slow down baby"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
Baby it′s hard to look and don′t touch
Girl the way you strut dressed in your Von Dutch
I don′t know if it′s your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I′m parked outside in the blue Denali
There′s room for two, just me and you, if you ′bout it
Ice from Tiffany

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G-Unit - I Smell Pussy

Son you smell that? What′s that?
I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy. Is that you Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
Y′all niggas is pussy
I′m ballin′ now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain′t nothin′ you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.
It′s not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn′t understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
My old relations just make it harder for me to except her....
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
I′m not at home she′s thinkin′ that I′m not alone probably out tryin′ to bone anything in the street

I let her know she can leave I ain′t tryin to tie her up but see
it′s hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
I′m not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
But I don′t play by the rules I′m focusin′ on my moves that way I′ll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz′s with 22′s
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin′ feelin′s ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I′m not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can′t say I love you I dont know what that means
I′ma pimp.

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 2:]
When I first met her
I did anything to get her (what?)
Paid all her bills and filled the ′fridgerator (uh huh)
Reminiscin′ on late nights when I try to lay up
but couldn′t get off cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin′ to switch in the third lane
That′s when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writin′ her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin′
She in the Gucci tights and Fendi high heels
Baby wipes and cans of Enfamil
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It′s a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
Turnin′ young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex
All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 3:]
I′m wonderin′ when I′m gone if you′ll miss me (miss me)
or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I′m fuckin′ with you
I′m feelin′ your shape I′m feelin′ your eyes
Later on I′m feelin′ your ass and feelin′ your thighs (come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
I′m into tongue kissin′ and four play all day
Mama ain′t home so the noise is okay
O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin′ (whoo)
The Lords blessin′ makes me wiser as the world′s turnin′
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin′
Whether we′re just kickin′ it or sexin′ (uh huh) I′m a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection
(Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
When niggas get out of line I check them man

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

Yeah
Don′t think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin′ around takin′ pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin′ to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
Punk ass mothafuckas
All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
Ain′t no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.
Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here
girl
Come on gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]
You know they say I′m sexy now
Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.

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G-Unit - I Like The Way She Do It

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64

(Verse 1)
I suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or it R.I.P
I′m stupid rich, got retarded money
I′m special wit it, I got special bread
It′s easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, please leave me now
I f**k when I want, I do what I like
She want the same shit I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat
It never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64

(Verse 2) Tony Yayo
I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
I′m getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
I′m in ??????, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy
I′m in the club frontin, I′m in the club stuntin′
10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain′t nothing

(Verse 3) Lloyd Banks
If home girl wit it, I′m get it, hit it, split it
She′ll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
you look as good as your chess
And when your neck it, I′m ready to f**k
A little head in the truck
If a turn gang good, i′ma let her come up
When the sun goes down, I′ll be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I′m with G-Unit,
Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Verse 4) Young Buck
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... Three, two, one
Yea right now
You got skills on them high heels
When we leave this club, I′m take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
and I ain′t got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it
I′m all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at


(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my ′64

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G-Unit - Bump Heads

[50 Cent]
Yeh.. Shit 50 Cent.. GGG- G-Unit
(Em:Here we go again)

Shit make you mad when I switch my flow?
You canâ?™t understand where I get my dough
50 Cent is on fire cuz shady sed so
Iâ?™m on FIRE

[Eminem]
Everybody in a rush to try get the throne
I just get on the track to set the tone
Iâ?™m not trying to use my body as a stepping stone
But donâ?™t compare me, Iâ?™m better off just left alone
Iâ?™m ainâ?™t even trying to go there with record sales
Iâ?™m just trying to keep it humble and respect myself
Save it up
Keep stepping, in this rep D-12
Keep my nose clean and stay away from weapons and jail
And looking reckless
But if u check my belt
U may see something else that I use to protect myself
A vest to stop a ruben and deflect a shell
And send dem back at your ass faster then it left ur belt
And I donâ?™t even carry guns anymore cuz I donâ?™t got to
Got undercover cops thatâ?™ll legally pop u
And I donâ?™t seen a lot of people cross the line
This muthafucker Ja mustâ?™ve lost his mind
That X got him thinking he was DMX
Then he switched to Pac and now he trying to be him next
So which one are you? X? Luke? Pac? or Michael?
Just keep singing the same song, recycle
We all much rather get along then fight you
Me and Halley dance to ur songs, we lyke u
And u really donâ?™t wanna step inside a mic dude
Câ?™mon now u kno the white boy will bite u
Hurt ur pride dawg and u kno I donâ?™t lyke to
But I will if I have to
With syllable laughter
with syllable I just slap u [smack]
killin u faster then u poppin pill after
little pill of dem tabs that shit u on
but if u want it then u got it
you bump this shit too if we didnâ?™t diss u on it
but if we lock on it so we can throw as harder then Busta
we bump heads to any mutherfucker that wants taâ?™
so whatsa�� deal?
So wheres all the tough talk?
When I walked up to ya lyke â?œJa, what up dawg?â??
Why didnâ?™t u say u had a problem then?
When u standing there wit all ur men
We couldâ?™ve solved it then
Iâ?™m a grown man dawg, come holla
All you did was lapdance, smile and swallow
Another one of those little X pills infront of me
And telling me 50 Cent was everything u wanted be

[Chorus x2]
I Know you want to be me
You know you want to be me
You talk so like me
You donâ?™t want to bump headz with me

[Tony Yayo]
you couldnâ?™t sun me if my father helped you
my punchline is hot my balls will melt you
Ja, you stupid little .. shelves will lift you
Every other week Iâ?™m buying a new wristo
I clap at your ass with this chrome thirty eight
Put six thru ur hats and seven and three eight
Irv u aint shook knight u shook knight
I put my life in your whims knife
You kno and I kno who took your chain
You got robbed two times so ur ass is lame
Iâ?™m down to die for this shit all I need is bail
You better stick to the movies, Steven Spiegel

[Chorus]

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G-Unit - Groupie Love

Yeah

G-unit

[Intro]
Ive been so many places
Ive seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that ive done fucked before
Ive been around the world
Ive meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour

[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) Im rich bitch
(Youve done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(Ima p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz im the shit bitch
Now things change at first they didnt want me now they want me
See a nigga gettin payed they wanna push up on me
You see these hoes chasing a nigga
Have em in a hotel casing a nigga
Treat me like a lollypop like me baby
Then lick Dr Dre and Shady

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

[Tony Yayo]
Sometimes i rhyme slow sometimes i rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these hoes is loose
Wintertimes the staircase summertimes the roof
Gimme 8 days in the 8th hommie im straight
Have a church girl on the bus move an wait
I got birds backstage the serious eye candy
I got birds in the hood so im in to birds with mary
My writing methods got me more hoes than tice and betha
Icy necklace on the tour bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
Im a pimp like preety tone i got the info on the preety chrome
Fuicking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

GGGGG GGGGG G-unit

[Lloyd Banks]
Is shorty aint feelin me shorty must like girls
Coz im only eatin your whirl
Bitch I can make you famous u dont know what your missin
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch dont like me the bitch must dont like men (like men)
I say what I want coz I can
If I didnt id be a liar
Mommy im on fire
Come ride with a rider
The crowd say you might catch the king with a singer
For touching my doorbells the only way ill put a ring on your finger
Give me a convo with two cups an
Im in your bedroom fucking up your sheets like the ku klux klan
I shook hands wiv my fans and fuck em
Im in the hallways tryin to duck em
So i can climb in to somethin
My names B-A-N-K dollar sign bitch
Im a bigme to make that switch
Now come gimmie that

[Chorus]
Goupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Now gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P with hoes around me
Man now give me that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Come gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Tonight you wanna fuck wiv me its alright with me
Come on an gimme that groupie love

(Groupie love I love that shit)

[Outro]
Groupies come and groupies go
And they are allways at our show
So I garb me the tightest one and purseed straight to the mall
Shes so excited thats shes here with me that she feels she should pay here fee
And I did not disagree so she droped down to her knees

[X3]
Groupie love
Yeah

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G-Unit - Just Fucking Around

[50 Cent]
You can hum all you want to
Cum all you want to
But I ain′t gon′ want you
If nobody wants you
You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
BITCH that′s a bullet wound I ain′t MASE!
50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin′ tonight
I got some dro, got some henny
We can go and get right
I ain′t never been arrested for nothing domestic
But I ain′t gon′ lie I′ll punch a bitch in the eye
Look, don′t play games with me baby
The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy
Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP!
I don′t wanna make love
I just wanna fuck
I′m only in town tonight
If you give me some head
Tony, give you some head
A′ight
Cause I ain′t giving you no head, bitch
Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit
My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though
Nada Mean
That′s why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha
Alright now, Sha let′s get to some hard shit!

[Beat Changes]

[50 Cent]
If I make it to heaven
I′ll probably be in the bitch lonely
Walk around saying, ′Everybody in hell know me′
You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies
You probably thinking how he get there
That nigga my coatie
The weather in hell is kinda hot
You know like the block
I heard it really burns
Homie, you know like a shot
That′s alright for me shit
Cause Im in the drop
Drive around heavy
Tryna find BIG and PAC
Niggaz think when they die
All they problems stop
You die in jail, and wake up in hell
Still on lock
Imagine if you stole something and you got shot
Wake up holdin′ your head, still shot
Niggaz don′ died of AIDS
You know the dirty dick
Wake up in hell horny
Fidna fuck the same bitch
DAMN

Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH
The only nigga hotter than me
Dead already nigga
I know what you thinkin
You thinkin that′s it
Yeah nigga let′s just keep it short and sweet
You know!

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G-Unit - Buddy

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin′ strong And they mad I′m on
They ride with me when I′m past the mall
Don′t wait for me on the bench when I′m playin′ a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it′s time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mom at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain′t never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn′t proach in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

My buddy gotta temper he dyin′ to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I backround
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin′ in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin′ on niggaz and beatin′ up base heads
These niggaz sayin′ doley just like they pretend
Keep fuckin′ around they gon say hello to my little friend.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

[Young Buc]
We been through it all yet we both still livin′
We been in a box but we both still spittin′
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn′t listen to they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he′d never stick his window out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin′ like Pac
People see you ain′t run and you even say shit
They just know you ain′t nothin′ to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

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G-Unit - Wanna Get To Know You

[Chorus]

I wanna get to know you
I really wanna fuck you, baby
I′m lost in your lovin′
I′m simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I′m lost in your lovin′
I′m simply going to drive you , crazy

[Young Buc]

Im lovin′ how you look in my eyes
Swingin′ them hips when you pass
I′m visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the afterparty
I think we make a perfect couple
But you think I′m trouble
Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think im′a be chasin′ the chicken head you own somethin′
Your toes painted half fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin′ what you said that you won′t do
Making decisions shorty good things don′t last long
Your girlfriend keep showin′ me that thong
Before I head home
Im′a stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it′s on

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Bitches be frustrated with the baller
Wonder why I don′t call her
Maybe because I′m busy and she needs someone to spoil her
It gets annoying from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know we′ll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I′m in town
Hate it when I′m not around
I get her and wear down
Next door neighboors hear the sound
Pictures hittin′ the ground
Just enough to hold us down
I′m stickin′ n′ moving cruising after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn′t an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
I′m not your boyfriend I′m your homie.

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her lick her lips
Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
I sweet talking her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right
Look I′m legit now used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefit of world tours
Big house big Benz girl it yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain′t go to look like a model for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don′t Indulge in my past fuck what happened before you
Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night
We can have a balla night

[Chorus]

I wanna be your lawyer
I really wanna defend you, baby
I′m lost in your lovin′
I′m simply gonna try you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I′m lost in your lovin′
I′m simply gonna try you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby
I wannt be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.

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