MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
g-unit - 187 ya yo
50 CENT:
G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah)
(Drop That Shit)
Yeah and it don?t stop,
I do a 187 on yo? motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don?t quit,
It?s G-Unit in yo? motherfuckin? ass bitch
Yeah and it don?t stop,
I do a 187 on yo? motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don?t quit,
It?s G-Unit in yo? motherfuckin? ass bitch
TONY YAYO:
They say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin? weight
None of that?s yo? life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo? pound
Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better
And with camera?s in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar
I?m on first class flights with flying cooks
Cuz my verse sound nice when they flyin? hooks
Now im blowin? weed-o in Beverly Hills
Some bad free hoes in the Montreal
Next year it?s the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba
Heaven or Hell will prevail when I?m a goner
Cuz I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma
I?m the first one out, and last one on the corner
This life is a hustle any day you be a goner
P89 Ruger with the silence off
Little clipper sellin? spitballs goin? through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells
These rappers is talkin? ?bout bricks in they rhymes
You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
I don?t respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than Nike town
Swingin? 31 Money?s I been on the block
Since nigga?s did the snake runnin? man in the walk
When I was 15 I didn?t want no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, servin? niggers
Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail
I got CO?s bringin? cell phones to my cell
Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you
Fill you ass up with led turn yo? ass to a pencil
I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire
I had you on the run like Omar on the wire
I?m the only rapper you know that stay on the run
I?m the only rapper you know that stay with a gun
I?m a hustla? OG?s love to hate
Cuz I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at
Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback
I?m a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
Fuck judge wong he gon? catch me on the corner
Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me
You wanna rap we can battle for yo? see through rollie
I begin in a mansion stripin? the models
The bathroom?s so far you gotta piss in a bottle
There?s too many Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gun?s if you ain?t got enough beef
The shit I spit will cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me
Im?a hide my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air
I?ve finished my work now its time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot
I Need 12 12?s
And 58 58?s
Cuz I got 8 sales
And they all gon? wait motherfucka
50 CENT:
Yeah and it don?t stop,
I do a 187 on yo? motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don?t quit,
It?s G-Unit in yo? motherfuckin? ass bitch
Yeah and it don?t stop,
I do a 187 on yo? motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don?t quit,
It?s G-Unit in yo? motherfuckin? ass bitch
g-unit - 24s
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going
down there
Haha..
Get?em Buck!
[G-Unit ~ Chorus]
24?s Calicos
That?s how all my gangster roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
That?s how gg-g-unit rolls
24?s Calicos
That?s how all my gangster roll
Get dat dough fuck dem hoes
That?s 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 I?m a mutherfuckin problem [gun shot]
I come from the bottom, but birds I got?em
I ?grip? two cents in harlem , serve all?em
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 pop?em 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 ain?t 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 ????? I?m from the streets hoe
Gotta keep my heat cloaked just incase we bump headz
I?m goin backside with a gunshot, shell spray
Fuck what they say, G-unit?s is in diz bitch
With four assault rifles and 6 ?million? clips
Bulletproof beam parked outside da club
So we can shoot at ya?ll, but u can?t shoot at us
My westcoast niccas get ur bang on to diz
If u ain?t throwin? up ur hood, den u dun belong in diz bitch
One tyme for big pac, two tymes for tupac
Stuff tha shiet out of a nicca ina G-unit Reebok
I?ve been ?patiently waiting? while niccas was hating
I?m trying to keep count all this fucking money I?m makin
Bitch!
[Chorus]
g-unit - 300 shots
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
[Tony Yayo - Verse 2]
I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it
My truck bomb kitted an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it
Cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
[Muder Mase - Verse 3]
You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who u was missin, nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
Cuz eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian
[Young Buck - Verse 4]
A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these niggas with this New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga
[Prodigy - Verse 5]
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blow
When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes
Cuz its a gang of us and we ready to go
Cuz after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun
[Havoc - Verse 6]
Get it teflon don, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherfuckin ask them kids
Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt
[Billy Danze - Verse 7]
You about to witness an M.O.P thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga
Fuck a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherfuckers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the fuck y'all think..
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 8]
Niggas aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but im accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggaz wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
A milly will make your body looker look all measly
Ya bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo
I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me better than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me
The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apologee, Im probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up
I know niggas from 'round there and they dont check us
All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas to come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em
They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
Im the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater n black on
Its on!
[50 Cent talking..]
Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all fucked up..
Im finna kill few of you mother fuckers man..
Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya niggas say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy
You better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be able to use ya mouth Mother fucker!
g-unit - 50 cent 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!
g-unit - 50/banks
(*Starts off with the beat of Tweet's "Call Me,"
then changes over to Bubba Sparxxx & Jadakiss' "They Ain't
Ready")
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
I don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already
Now here we go
(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo,
doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo,
doo, doo)
(Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)
These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)
Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots
We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds
Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh)
Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god
damn)
I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you
You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up
You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up
Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy
I don't know
If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already
Now here we go
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies,
to me thats my spot
I'll celebrate his burial and eat at Haha (yeah)
I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)
Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)
I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front
Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk
Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then
Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King
(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is
yelled)
I'm runnin' from a digital Munster
I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster
My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long
My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)
I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit drop
I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top
Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop
Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop
Damn near the whole damn passenger green
Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene
(smoking)
Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team
To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn
dude)
(*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
*beat stops
[Lloyd Banks]
What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
(50 Cent laughing)
g-unit - 8 more miles
This rap shit playz a major part of my life
So if ya jeprodize it i got tha right
Ta send a mutha fucka at ya tonight
G unit
Man i aint stoppin till my clip poppin
Swimmin in piles of money
I could walk around wid a hit and shower u bloddy itz funny
Niggaz rather see u sufferin n hungry
Im comfy as hell skatin wid another niggaz money
U lyin ur ass of
U kno u aint that tough
Im pullin the mask off
As soon as u act up
U kno wat i came for
A peice of the game board
R to elivers bout as long as a chainsaw
Im wide awake but it still feelz like im dreamin
40 calbz under my pillow condom fillin my semen
Physical presence a female a form of a demon thats y i
Fuck em n leave em get my nut wile im breathin
They thought they caught me slippin now im duckin n drippin
Thats a thousand dolla outfit wat the fuck is u rippin u trippin
Get rede go get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion wether caltholic or chrisitan
I went thru mama bitchin in n out tha kitchen
Wit probable cause n probables in n out the prison
U got soilders but u still gotta respect tha heartz
We got for 4 5z n 9z then a deck of cardz
U can take me out the hood but cant take the hood out me
(cuz wat)
Cuz im ghetto
(im ghetto)
Niggaz hate wen u do good but wen u broke
Ur frends n ur enimes they love you..they love you
Cheechy get the yayo
Picture bein outta crack picture me tripz on tha train
(wat)
Cheechy get the yayo picture me outta crack..
(tony yayo)
U can sniff me cut me ill turn ya to a junkie
Im tha numba 1 sella in tha whole fuckin country
Wall street niggaz they got me on tha low
White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow
Its time to go
On tha bus tha plane tha train ill smuggle
Im nuthin but trouble
Make ya money double cook me in bakin soda
Ill turn ya hooprock into a new rangerover
Ill pay all ya billz n fill ya fridgerator
Feed ya family turn ya man to a hata
Put me in tha door panels of ya stash box
Put me in ya nikez timz n rebokz
U cop 3 n a half u movin backwardz
U cop a hundred gramz u movin forwardz
Tryna moove all birdz
In pa all day on tha corner of third nigga whaaa
U can take me out tha hood but cant take the hood out me
(cuz wat)
Cuz im ghetto
(im ghetto)
Picture me hollow pistolz im comin to get ya the shellz hit u ya screamin
Think im playin i mean it
Mann i dun bought all these pistolz
Lets get it poppin
Shellz wavin my remorse cases get it droppin
If its round the corner i got too much pride to hide im outside
Gun in my pocket u stunin ill stop it
Im dyin ta pop it im young n im restless i kno my contestens
Since the world turnz therez lessons to be learned
Count all my blessins clean all my weaponz im rede for war
The strong survive the weak shall parish i told ya before
Hoez dey compliment me now like 50 nice chain
Malazio 20 gramz of chips at the dice gamez
Word now gotta stop gotta watch mtv bet
Nigga u see me
I wonada if u mad cuz im duin good
Or cuz niggaz feelin me more than u in yo hood
N it hurtz cuz u love em n they dont love u back
Cuz they kno u juss rappin n u dont bussa gat
U pussy
(yea explain that to the niggaz in yo hood nigga they kno u fuckin frontin.
Talkin all that gangsta shit on a record. i see u nigga.
Niggaz kno me nigga
Ask about in my hood nigga read tha daily news nigga
U see em talkin bout me nigga
Im in tha middle of all kinds of shit..pussy..lets get it poppin)
G g g g unit
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 in the hood with a model
named Taysha
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you
dreams
And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and still on the run
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skills, I get your some more
My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, play us awful hard
[50 Cent]
My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme
745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck
Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck
With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya
[Chorus]
g-unit - angels around me
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha!
Chours: If some shots happen to go off tonight
Don't worry about me I be alright
Necks to waist down they firin at me
because I'm God's child there's angels around me
Chours x 2
Verse 1(Young Buck)
Life can't be this
and then you die this couldn't be worse
I either dump eat or sleep or snatch this purse
clip hangin out the side of my car kunive
my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride!
I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be
He might see it for ya'll before he see it for me
gun butt you with the back of the beretta
the 357 or the black mackelletta!
We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots
We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks
Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll
you can run but they coming through them country walls
Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at
think he dope I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack
when you here that click clack
betta get back quick
one to the death make niggas do back flips
Chours x 2
Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$)
Yeah I know you niggas want me to get merked
get lowered in the dirt
in an all black button down shirt
call and see to the dome
where lil' niggas don't get to see disney land
they settle for a funeral home
the only hoes that know that the leads hot
prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot
the bigger the rim the bigger the tire
hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire
Everybody got to know it's the truth
so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth
I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches
arm slings that came home to train conductors
we can roll it but need i shoot
put some holes in your Fila suit
you'll probably url when uyou see my coupe
I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck!
Nigga can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what!
Chours x 2
Verse 3(50 Cent)
Shoot up shots with the shed
doc say that nigga dead
when your times up your times up this is real shit
t'ma ball til my number fall say a praier hopin god there
look i odn't fear man
only thang out let's bang out I don't care man
an eye for an eye my perfect to perfections
I'll have you sprayin automatics in every direction
blew me lew me loco nut case oh no
i'm more like teh kid who put the game i na choke hold.
you stunt it I stop it
I make it a profit
Everytime you hear my vocals coming out them low lows
from L.A. to N.Y. on a red eye
Teflone in my luggage you got to love it
I'm thuggin' streets like my penatentary proster
got me out sellin' niggas whole fuckin' rosters
i'm Big in New york Like B.I.G.
plus i rolls with some B.R.E!
Chorus x 2
g-unit - baby u got
[50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!
[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some 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 and dressed in your fine dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like the cold ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't
it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club
[Chorus]
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
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...
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 - Tony Yayo]
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
[Tony Yayo]
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]
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]
g-unit - born to be a thug
Daddy when you comin home?..I wish I could tell you but Idont know, if you dont work you dont eat just be good whiile I'm gone..Daddy when you comin home??..Im hustlin I'll be back in a week make sure you do your homework and kiss your momma for me..Daddy when you comin home??...Dont ask me no mo I'm bout to go..Can I go with you daddy??..Lil girl shut my door..Daddy when you comin home??..You know I'll be back I got to but for now i go to do what i got to do, I love you
Verse 1
I know I run the streets to much but that?s my life, and for u ill trade it all my house, car, my ice, every night I look at u and thank god, knowin? u got everything u want and I aint even got a job, not to mention this thug life im livin, I neva let u go off sleepin in them brick buildins (fuck that) the day u was born me n my niggas popped bottles, when in the hospital drunk to go and see my daughter, u atta seen the look in my eyes to see my baby girl cry, the happiest day in my life to see my baby girl smile, it?s a big world now so u kno to take it slo, u don?t need a nigga for nothing, ya daddy got dough, u gone live where u want to, drive where u want to as long as u alive u gon do wut u wan do, I put my life on the line for me and mine and when I leave man she say it everytime
(Chorus)
Verse 2
U think I like spending nights on the streets, I do that so daddy can keep nike?s on ya feet, see the reason u cant come in the kitchen im cookin chicken, we gon go to the mall and ball soon as daddy finish, let me take care my business for a minute, and anything u want I promise we gon get it, cant wait to see my baby graduate, when that day come rolex, baguettes daddy gon pay for em, once a man make one he?ll see the way that I feel, kno there aint no games to be played, shit to real, and since kids bring bills u kno it cost a lil betta be working or tworkin something that kid need meals, I got my baby tattooed on my arm, septemba 27th is the day she was born, unitl I get back just hold it for papa, it hurt my heart everytime to hear u holla
(Chorus)
Verse 3
I kno wut its like to grow up wishin for a daddy, my baby will neva grow up livin unhappy, I spent my whole life without my fatha, it bothered me bad, I thank god for my momma, she?s all I had, a nigga turned to the streets to raise me, I dropped outta high school but look wut it made me, the chances I neva had, my baby gon have, so when my baby in high school my baby gone pass, I sit and laugh cuz u kno that ya look just like me, and me neva comin home is highly unlikely, just kno that everything I do is meant for me n u, P.S. yo daddy YOUNG BUCK, I love you
(Chorus)
g-unit - caddillac pimpin
ft. Cutty
[Chorus: Cutty]
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin, hoes choosin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these fuck niggaz who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like niggaz with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac
All day I don't know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show 'em how a real nigga come down like that
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
I got a 'Lac with a rag, Lou
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