50 CENT feat. 2 Chainz – Riot (Remix)

I don’t even know what to say
Ain’t got to say much
You here my voice
You know it’s 50

[2 Chainz:]
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it
Damn right they got it, damn right they got it

I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet
Lame niggas be quiet You in the presence of a real nigga
I say lame niggas be quiet, lame niggas be quiet,
Lame niggas be quiet
You in the real nigga’s presence

[2 Chainz:]
I eat your girl up for breakfast, won’t save you no extras
Say she fuck with me cause a real nigga’s her preference
Drinking like I’m from Texas, and you know I stay flexin’
And if you don’t know I go by Tity two necklace

[50 Cent:]
Nigga that cocaine that I’m flipping
Wood-wood grain when I’m dipping
Codeine when I’m sippin’
Bitch, You fucking right I be trippin’
I put your bitch face in my lap
2-2-3s all in my strap
Count-count my paper
All of them stacks
Fuck something up and get it right back
Nigga try me

[2 Chainz:]
I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot
I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot
I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot
I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot

[2 Chainz:]
I ain’t stunnin’ these niggas
I ain’t stunnin’ these bitches
2 cigarrellas, look look like extensions (damn)
Yeah I’m from the south side, her mouth wide
My pack loud, My gat loud, I back out
And click clack pow pow
Court dates, still trial
My rep is a reptile
Now later, alligators
I step on a work like a step child (whoo)
Pimps up, hoes down
Make your girl pull her clothes down
Her hair down and I’m down
Her phone off so don’t dial

[50 Cent:]
That-that pyrex in my kitchen
Rich niggas still bitching
Them GDs and them vicelords
Or that gangsta shit I be kicking
Who Blood now? Who Cripping?
Who pussy? Tell me who snitching?
I got a firearm to fire on
For whoever done let that bitch in
These niggas don’t live by the codes
Then cut in and fucked up the game
Throw your sets up if you don’t give a fuck
It’s 50 and 2 Chainz
Got the hood back poppin’, I dance to this
I buy the whole bar, nigga you can drank to this
Get the bottles poppin’
While the hoes watchin’
And damn I love this gangsta shit

[Hook:]
I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot (yeah)
I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot
I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot (that’s what I’m talkin about)
I’m a start a riot, I’m a start a riot

[Outro: 50 Cent]
We gone get back to the real shit,
Quit fucking around

50 CENT feat. Jeremih – Planet 50

If he’s your number one, and he’s your everything
Why would you pick up the phone when I call to talk to me?

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You know you won’t play with a nigga
I fly out to spend the day with a nigga
First flight, first seat and first class
First pair of Giuseppes, first Birkin bag
I’m Street King, so you’ll be fit for a king
When we step out on the scene it’s Alexander McQueen
It’s a ghetto fairy tale, I’ll be your knight in shining armor
And retro Jordan’s, Giselle’s and a leather bomber
Bright lights, city life, I’ll show around New York a bit
From hot dogs and pretzels to the expensive shit
Cause we can shop till my nickname Saks Fifth
Madison Ave mindframe, baby I stack chips smile
Me cell phone’ll capture the moment
When your emotions start to shift
I’m a just shoot that over your brown eyes
To chocolate thighs
Make me wanna sin good lord
Is this Adam and Eve happening again?

[Chorus:]
We could get all day, all night, twisted up, get right
Let me know if you’re with it
That kush in my hood so good, roll it up, back wood
Can’t wait to let you hit it
Now you’re in my world
Now you’re in my world!
Planet Fifty

[Verse 2:]
Listen shawty, this is my foreplay without the touching
You can say it’s my forté, I feel you coming
Mindsex I make you wanna take your clothes off
2020 [?] Benz, I’m feeling that concept
I want the best, now can you be the best for me
Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect recipe
Let’s take a walk on the wild side and chat til your body language is saying, boy come get this cake
In my mind ten times, I done took off your clothes
So if you’re thinking what I’m thinking, let me know it’s a go
I’m a gambling man, talking ’bout life not dicing
And that look in your eyes say it’s going down tonight
You can show me what you’re into
As I get into, kissing, licking, switching positions
Acting like a nympho
Round after round, I show you how I put it down
Jet set, mile high club

[Chorus]

50 CENT feat. Kidd Kidd – Roll That Shit

“I really hate havin to resort
To knockin elderly people in the head for they money!
But I’ll do it! I’ll do it!
Yea, you know I’ll do it
I’ll do it, I’ll do it
Yea, you know I’ll do it
I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh”
{“SMS, Audio”}

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kidd Kidd)]
I’ll roll the shit, I’ll smoke the shit
(Nigga I’m high as a muh’fucker)
I’ll roll the shit, I’ll smoke the shit {“The Letter C”}
(Ain’t nann nigga ’bout to come tell me nothin)
I’ll roll the shit, I’ll smoke the shit
(I’ll make yo’ bitch come smoke with me)
I’ll roll the shit – I’ll roll the shit
(That’s why yo’ bitch wan’ roll with me, huh!)
My Bentley Coupe ain’t got no top
It’s hot, I’m checkin my AP
If I shout let’s roll, then bitch you wan’ roll
Nigga you must be crazy
I’ll roll the shit, I’ll smoke the shit…
I’ll roll the shit – I’ll smoke the shit…

[50 Cent:]
Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done did
Made a Southside nigga get a pocket full of bread
Got that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boat
Beige leather seats in it, they match that dope
Kush smoke same color to match that coat
I’m chin-chillin; Mo’ spillin
Dom poppin, party rockin
My beat knockin, your bitch watchin
My feds clockin my shit
Blew a grand apiece on all of my kicks
Get your ass whipped you step on my shit
Nigga you blink I’m all in yo’ bitch
Put her in the club, teach her to turn trick
Jack’ll be nimble, Jack’ll cum quick
This pimp shit, break the paper off bitch
That shit fake, Audemars don’t tick
Them ain’t diamonds, what is this shit?
I’m confused, this bill don’t go and pick
I’m a match that deal with my hat
They said I fell off, I snapped right back
Nigga my money can’t fit in no safe
Got a mil’ for e’ry lil’ bump on yo’ face
Tryin to count mine, I’m walkin up in the vault
Better have a pound if you niggaz wan’ smoke

[Chorus]

[Kidd Kidd (50 Cent):]
HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done did
Took a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him big
Now every hoe want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped, slipped and fell on my dick
Give me brain like I ain’t got no sense
I got change, dollars and lil’ cents
I got rich, they ain’t seen me since
Now it’s all startin to make sense
I pull up in that brand new Benz
All of a sudden I got brand new friends
Brand new chopper, bitch go blakka
BRRRRRT, like I just broke wind
(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)
I forgot she was in my bed
(I roll the shit – I smoke the shit)
Damn! I blew through all my bread
That Lambo ain’t got no top
Man I’m hotter than stove top
Rider Gang, we on top
And we havin a smoke-out
Eyes low but I’m so high
Don’t ask me, I don’t know why
I’ll roll the shit and I’ll smoke the shit
If I don’t pass the shit don’t task for shit, HUH!

[Chorus]

50 Cent – We Up

[Verse 1]
I’m around the bullshit like a matador
I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the chicks?
You want the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch gotta eat
I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from
I’m a southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?

[Hook]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga

[Verse 2]
Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
Bulletproof front flash, shinin’, Armor All
It feels like a nigga dreamin’
Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’
Bulls eye, that’s what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy
I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

[Hook]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga

[Verse 3]
‘Round the world tourin’, the city got borin’
Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it’s a Taurus
Don’t make it slam on you like I’m Maury
Him zone write a gang in a story
Oops, that’s your baby, my bad, I’m sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you owning, fly nigga soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, babe, I’m in the restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who’s starring?

[Hook]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, nigga

[Outro]
Got pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch
Feels like a nigga dreamin’, feels like a nigga dreamin’

50 CENT – When I Pop The Trunk

Nigga no wait, no time box, no funeral
Just 9 shots, take top 5, plus big 4
You got 50, I love war

Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]

Think I got him, 10 shots, follow the trail of the blood drops
Fuck the police, better talk to allah arc
Nigga you bleeding bad, damn, you bleeding bad
Your Rolex soaked, like the cortex in your neck
It’s gonna get dark
Where’s the cops when you fucking need them?
That blood feeling your lungs boy I see you weezing
The harder you tryna run you mug leaking
You could have found something better to do this weekend
I got an arsenal burn your face off properly
Guns ammo, knife Rambo,
Nightmare, wake up on right there
You hellbound, hell yea

Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]

Talk that shit now I love it when you front
Eating all that pussy guess cat got your tongue
Open up your mouth when [?]
Buckshot come out the back of your neck like razor bumps
I’m too small to fight you can swing all you want
I box with the ox, you drop, I swing once
This is a sad scene, at least you die happy
Next lick eater looking like you was smiling at me
Damn Kidd Kidd, snuck at me and just stabbed me
Tell a nigga I’m grimy, bitch I’m from [?] street
If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me
I sprint like athletes in a track meet

Who wanna box, with my ox, they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop when I pop the trunk [x2]

50 CENT – You A Killer..Cool

I’ll put this shit together, I’ll tear this shit apart
Demolition, the architect, I’ll let you see the spark
Bullet open your head make your brain a landmark
Put what you thinking on the curb nigga mark my word
If there’s a L to take it’s gon’ be your loss
Double-barrel buck spray, your ass get tore off
You’ve been warned, you hard nigga I’m just gon’ hit you harder
Guard ya, stick ya, rip ya
Extended clip ya
Graze ya, blaze ya, hard to miss with the laser
You talk shit I (hawk spit) spit the razor
The mastermind, the muscle
Boy I know how to touch you
I plot it, plan it, then execute it dammit

[Chorus:]
You a killer, you that nigga, you put work in all the time
You a shooter it’s nothing to you, you maneuver with the 9
I heard it all before, I’m strapped coming at you boy
This what, beef or war? I get the drop, blow your face on the floor
I don’t believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fucked nigga
I get the drop up on ya

Nigga make one false move around me I say “fuck it I’m ridin’”
And ain’t no sense in tryna duck me motherfucker I’ll find ya
I’m still going through my ’50 niggas everywhere I go’ phase
Catch me slippin’ no days
You pussy niggas no way
To stop me you gon’ need at least a Mack boy
Shoot me with a.25 I be like “what you do that for? ”
That party popper ain’t gon’ cut it
But once you crossed the line you crossed the line nigga so fuck it
I’m built for it
Try to do the shit I do get killed for it
Pints of blood spill for it
Beef I’m still for it
Niggas wanna bump with Ferrari, prolly they ain’t get the memo
I got cake, it’s your wake
My gun or money make a nigga put a mask on
Shoot a head or break a leg, put a cast on

[Chorus]

50 CENT – Remain Calm

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Try to remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Pocket full of green, green in the bong
That bitch with the bow leg stance turning me on
Two little timepiece?
Niggas still want me dead like Osam’
But they ain’t gon’ make, they come at me wrong
Them niggas all workers I smack the shit out they’re bosses
Ferrari, I’m stronger than 5 hundred horses
Money is power, you niggas better wake up
My earrings blinking, that’s old shit from Jacob
Add it up, 4 plus 4 that’s 8 carats
You can’t run and get ya [?], you ain’t got it
Blackjack we do that, 10 grand a hand
You could get shot fucking with Floyd that’s my man
Billionaire brotherhood, we call this the money team
Pinky ring flawless, my God I’m gorgeous

[Hook]
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, hoe, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, don’t ring the alarm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, nigga, remain calm
Remain calm, you’re fucking with a don
Remain calm, this a Al Qaeda bomb

[Snoop Dogg]
I’m chillin’ like a villain while I’m dealin’ I am
Rulin’ while I’m coolin’ with my tool in my hand
Post up, coast up, this is my life bitch
Up close only, you’ll get stuck with a knife bitch
Cuz burnt out, turnt out like a light switch
Got a lot of hoes but Charmaine, that’s my white bitch
The rest of my bitches, nah, they ain’t gonna like this
But I don’t give a fuck cause they all love this night stick
But I still remain calm, bang and drop bombs
Collar popped up cool as the Fonz
Motherfucker, have a seat and loosen up
Get a glass of some gin now juice it up
Deuces up
See there’s a line there for a reason
And if you cross it no more breathin’
You’re leavin’, believe it
We understand each other
Cause I would hate to have to put a slug in you brother
Ya digg?

[Hook]

[Precious Paris]
With Fif’ on that shit, that glock cocked in ya face
My twat cocked in ya face, you know you wan’ taste
Alexander McQueen, strapless with my back out
6 inch Givenchy’s and bitch finna act out
Niggas on my heels tryna find out what the head like
I know what the bread like
My [?] headlight, shine like I shine
Night or day time
But nah, nana-nah-na
Make a nigga walk by, everything I say by
Nana-nah-na
Get wet I got that comeback
Dead crack, my assets is my ass jack
Stunt I tell my niggas right where your stash at
You’re fucking with a southside bitch
I go where the money go
I’m at ‘em, I put her on the strobe
Get my money hoe
Catch me in Ferragamo
Or Dolce & Gabbana or [?]
I’m b-squared up, what?

[Hook]

50 CENT – Swag Level

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?

First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out

I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, [?] you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like [?] to my niggas, get the [?] pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something [?]

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
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My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread

And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day
I’m from NY, but I fuck with [?]
When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home
Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on
Warrup [?] don’t get it fucked up
A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, I got bad habits
Sem autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it
Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit
I been doing this I don’t need practice
I been doing this I don’t need practice

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread

50 CENT – United Nations

Uh uh uh yeah
Uh, uhhh
Uh uh uh yeah {“SMS, Audio”}
Uh, uhhh

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got big bags of paper I’ma spennnnd, uhhh
We gon’ do it how we do it then do the shit againnnn, uhhh
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna winnnn, uhhh
We celebratin like a nigga home fresh out the pen, uhhh

[50 Cent]
I’m on, bitches all on my john
To get bread and don’t blow bread, the fuck is the point?
Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
Pop a X then a blue pill then wreck a bitch
I like it raw; ooh baby ohh baby I like it raw
Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow
The morning after, plan B, no kids involved
Please no kids involved
I put that money in a vault bitch, Usain Bolt quickness
But let’s make a deal then blow mil’s for real
Uh, time’s a-wastin, you’re watchin my watch, huh?
You’re old school, huh? You’re jockin my style, uhh

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I don’t give a flyin fuck, I always make bail
Motherfuck an award, check Forbes I’m there
Not once, e-ve-ry year!
Even when I take a break my pockets is in shape
I’m back off of vacation
Can you believe it I been gettin paid on vacation?
Yeah, I’ma keep niggaz forever hatin
They thought I’m goin down now look I’m levitatin
I’m with Deepak, meditatin
In Somalia and Kenya with United Nations
Fundin the World Food Programme
I’m fin’ to solve world hunger, goddamn!

[Chorus]

50 CENT – Outlaw

Outlaw, we lawless
We ballin out nigga regardless
Everything VVS we flawless
When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest

[Verse 1:]
If niggas so hot, why they ain’t got what I got
My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot
My fat knots, my swag is top notch
My crack spots bring cash in non stop
My nigga Rock just came home from comstock
I got shooters they ain’t got what I got
Got shit locked, I stunt non stop
I get it and I blow it how I want, why not
My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot
Come through in the drop, hold the glock why not
9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock
9 carat stone, I’m in my own zone

[Hook:]
Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

[Verse 2:]
You won get shot, go head run up on my spot
My lawyers e’ll have me out by 1 o’clock
Go head get dropped tryna take what I got
My diamonds twinkle over my izod
My gun pop, tell me why would you try that
Porsche turbo, cayenne, I’ll buy that
G5 jet, pilot, I fly that
Burn good shit, get as high as I get
My minds sick, I’m criminal minded
Shorty ass fat, I wanna bump and grind that
Groupie love bitch, your left breast I’ll sign that
I’m CEO, Hoe you ain’t know?

[Hook:]
Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

[Verse 3:]
New york party of the year, my spot
These bitches look so good, oh my god
Looking at the man in the mirror I’m so hot
Shorty wanna cut, cool make sure the door lock
Off with my Gucci, down go my Louis
Out come my uuwee, do me, baby do me
Like pornstar till ya hit my spot
My bed rock back and forth when I’m on top
My backshots they’re sorta like crack rocks
I give it all I got, nonstop till sweat drop
I damage I wreck shop, I come thru correct I,
I give her what she need, till it’s hard to breathe
Eeyyyy

[Hook:]
Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

50 CENT – O.J.

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I’m smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I’m now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I don’t give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I’m kind of thinner but Goddam you’re jeans are slimmer
I don’t want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I’m a G Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Proly sue you when you hit them
See I’m not what you used to
I ain’t soo woo, I ain’t crippin’
I’m a rider gang nigga
We gonn get it where we fit it

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a new bitch that’s so bad
Yeah she don’t know what she doin’
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I’m like boooing!
I won’t hit and I won’t tell
So I don’t wanna flip a coin
I don’t kiss it, I don’t tell
So her close friend she can join
They don’t call me from the pens
That’s to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing
Get a rider gang, it’s still glowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing
And the Lambo ain’t got no top
It ain’t summer yet but it’s hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
And you see the bitches I got
You better believe it’s real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

[Hook]

[Kidd Kidd:]
MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singing like Akon
Her shatter, like I do head on
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
I’m gettin’ my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I’m bout to head home
Kim jong that’s my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I’m ’bout to do some catering

[Hook]

50 CENT – NY

[50 Cent]
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain’t playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.

You gon’ cause my next felony fuckin ’round, I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
The crack gon’ show you the barrel, get my jack on
I’m hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi’, I just lame back on ‘em
Stack on ‘em, yeah rack after rack on ‘em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I’m cuttin the smack for ‘em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for ‘em
Nigga get in the way I’ll bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and scream “Attack!” on ‘em
I’m cool, I’m tryna keep cool, ’til I snap on ‘em
I’m comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on ‘em

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It’s 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain’t playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain’t playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.

[50 Cent]
I hate when you niggaz do shit then make me ask why
If you the homie why you won’t go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry?
I’ll grow old in the yard starin at the sky
Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies?
And why you don’t sit and stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you were splittin up stacks
That shit you told the people got ‘em under an axe
Now why, would you wan’ do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo’ forehead, don’t ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!

[Chorus]

50 CENT – New Day

It don’t take much strength to pull a trigger
But try and get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let’s see ‘em try that
Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy
The working man is the tough guy

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, “Ay,
It’s a new day, it’s a new day”
The world is gettin’ ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay…

[Verse 1: Dr Dre]
I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me
When I was feeling like, Miller Lite and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It’s probably why my only competition is myself
From today to tomorrow
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, though I ain’t forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin’, uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif’ still in this biz, bitch
We going the distance with you party people, come on

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, “Ay,
It’s a new day, it’s a new day”
The world is gettin’ ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay…

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it gets ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I’m on automatic pilot, ain’t nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty ain’t filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride, I don’t hide, I dump to get ‘em off of me
I’m a leader, good to see the natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom
Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em
I got ‘em I cut my piece and I dot ‘em
It’s dinner time when the 9 come out
It’s off the chain off, off the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, “Ay,
It’s a new day, it’s a new day”
The world is gettin’ ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay…

[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
Clocks on the wall
It’s now or never at all
I’m gonna give it my all, oh
Whether I rise or fall, oh

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
True story, I said I’d get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
We paper chasin’, I’m always coming in first, cuz
I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya
I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing ain’t an option
I’m sharp I’m on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I’m back on my A-game
I’m focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, “Ay,
It’s a new day, it’s a new day”
The world is gettin’ ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay…

50 CENT – My Crown

They can’t keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They will never ever take my crown [3X]
(FIYAH!)

[50 Cent]
Nah… nah!
I’m still the shit, I’m rich already
Fuck around we’ll be readin yo’ obituary
My whip clean, my watch clean
9 karats hoe, that’s what I call a pinky ring
Don’t even trick, my heart cold
Around the globe, I’m-I’m-I’m on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say I’m grimy, up to no good, oh God
Shawty work that, when she twerk that
She a 10 and she damn close to perfect
I might wan’ stunt, throw a hundred racks
Get my man a strap, he gon’ get my money back
I’m ghetto right, I’m super hood
I’m shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would
I’m ghetto right, I’m super hood
I’m shittin on these niggaz like they knew I would

[Chorus]
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things get better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officer who’s asking for a search
They found no weapon just saw me a draw first [3X]
(FIYAH!)

[50 Cent]
Gram after gram, time after time
I got the grind, I can’t help it I got the shine
I do it big, you’re stupid big
I could fit like half the projects in my crib
You stick around, I’m outta here
You on the ground, I’m in the Lear
I love yachts, banana boats
Either way, call my nigga, got to get the dope
They done made me mad, now I’m in my bag
And I’m back with the strap, catch a case, beat a case, rich nigga swag
Every step I take, every little itty-bitty move I make
Turn the big bags of birthday cake, I can’t even fit this shit in my SAFE!
W-w-wait! Got more money, come and try not to hate
Why you think a nigga in and out of state? I’m a pro on the low when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread, I’m flashy, I’m shinin
I get the bread, I blow the bread, and my bitches, and my diamonds

[Chorus]

50 CENT – Niggas Be’ Schemin’

Nah, nah, nah! Look here, nigga!
Here’s what the fuck you gotta do, you gotta… CLEAN this mothafucka! [gun cocks]
Make sure this don’t fuckin’ jam, man!
You’re a fuckin’ criminal, man, ya heard?
Bet’ y’all spilt somethin’ on it, nigga.

[Chorus: 50 Cent {Kidd Kidd}]
Niggas be schemin’, – fiendin’…
They cut your jooks, they off the hook;
I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!)
I’m ridin’, leanin’, they dreamin’…
They do me dirty if they could,
I’m lookin’ like I wish you would! (I wish you would!)
{Try me, go ‘head! – Try me!} [gun cocks]
Niggas be schemin’, – dreamin’…
{Try me, have you hooked to I-V!} [gun cocks]
Niggas be schemin’, – dreamin’! {huuuuuhh!}

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Mad niggas wan’ do me dirty, I’m fresh out the tub! (I’m fresh out the tub!)
You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug.
Man, I wake up huggin’ my bitch;
One with the extended clip, not the one that I’m with;
Uh! [gun cocks] – If you all made men, then you know shit real;
They got change on the mic’, I ain’t tryna see ‘em killed!
I told ‘em that’s my cause, I don’t wanna see nothin’ happen to him, (word!)
Cause when I start spittin’ at him, I ain’t rappin’ to him. (huuuuh!)
Yeah, I’m jumpin’ in that water like a DIVER
Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!)
These niggaz AIN’T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!)
I feel like 50, – hold “Power Of The Dollar”!
I told my nigga give me one of them bulletproof trucks;
I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up.
I’m lookin’ at the nigga lettin’ off [3 shots]
Wait until you finish the clip. – Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It sounds like a nightmare! – I graduated from fightin’;
Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments.
See my baby blue Ferrari make ‘em feel like the virus
In their stomach. – I keep it one hundred, I make ‘em vomit!
Got a code name for straps: – “the sacks in the trumpet”;
I get the blowin’. – Ya ears’ll ring for days when I dump it!
My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don’t talk to Narcs;
So the first 48 the clock tickin’, the plot thickens!
The charge “cocaine possession”, I’m creepin’ with a fireaaarm;
The D’s don’t even wanna see me – with a firearm.
‘Fore I go back again, I’m a let it off!
They ain’t gotta pop first, fuck that! I’m a set it off.
I need a mental eval, something’s wrong with my brainwaves;
I’m rich as a motherfucker, still ridin’ with a A-K!
Picture me comin’ through, lettin’ a nigga play me
When I got all this bread. – Bitch it’s off with ya head! – ASAP! (ASAP!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
I had to be slippin’ to let this clown hit me UP;
Now I got to walk around with this shit bag for MONTHS!
Now I don’t give a FUCK ’bout a bitch or a nigga
Startin’ to treat my own brothers like they’re just another nigga!
My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger;
Condom on my heart. – Mother-fuck your feelings!
They call me “Superman”, see? I ain’t ‘posed to walk;
Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork – OFF!
[50 Cent] See they ain’t real as they seem and they schemin’,
They fiendin’ and dreamin’, they geekin’ and creepin’!
They hear tires screechin’, – infrared beamin’!
Niggaz head leakin’, what the fuck was he thinkin’?
Sounds of police, momma signin’ new leases,
You know you got to relocate her when you beefin’!
I guess you’re here for a real reason,
Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain’t fuckin’ breathin’! – Uhh!

[Chorus]

50 CENT – My Life

My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there’s no place to go, no place to go
A lot of confusion, it’s like illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try

Yeah, OP I went from back filthy to filthy rich
Man the emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick
Now when you hear ‘em it may sound like it’s some other shit
Cause I’m ain’t writing anymore, they not making hits
I’m far from perfect, there’s so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done heard
I’m doing what I’m supposed to
I’m a writer, I’m a fighter, entrepeneur
Fresh off the sewer, watch me manouver, what’s it to you?
The track I laced it, it’s better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback in

My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there’s no place to go, no place to go
A lot of confusion, it’s like illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try

While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fucking sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping some of of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghett-even?
I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it’s only the beginning
He’s buggin’ again, he’s straight thuggin’, fuck who he’s offending
He’ll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in me
Motherfucking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other and dump them then pluck him, motherfuckers in each
One of your eyesockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
That’ll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin’ opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
fuck letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I’mma snap any minute, yeah, it’s happening again
I’m thinking about the same
Motherfuck everybody that’s up in this bitch, but 50!
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I’m trapped, so all I do is rap, but everytime I rap I’m more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it’s bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life’s in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
Feels like I’m going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I’m running in circles with

My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there’s no place to go, no place to go
A lot of confusion, it’s like illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try

I haven’t been this fucking confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I’m supposed to go crazy
Maybe I’ll do it 3 AM in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I’m on fire like a lighter
Tryna say the same classic, get your ass kicked
Man crook, wrap your head up in plastic
Pussy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It’s tragic, it’s sad it’s
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs
And every fucking thing with it

My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there’s no place to go, no place to go
A lot of confusion, it’s like illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try

50 CENT – Money

I’m on that bullshit
I’m, I’m, back on that bullshit
I’m on that bullshit
I’m, I’m, back on that bullshit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Startin to feel like there’s nothin left to talk about but the, money, money
Bill collectors keep comin when a nigga fucked up, to get money, money
Nigga I don’t give a fuck ’bout these hoes
I’m focused on the money, MONEY (money) MONEY!
Look, I don’t wan’ talk ’bout these hoes
Let’s talk about money, MONEY (money) MONEY!

[50 Cent]
In high school I had coke and dope money
I blew, now I’m sittin on Bugatti boat money
I’m eatin, I get money, nigga I shit money
It smell like Benjamins, it boosts my adrenaline
Go ‘head fuck around, I got marksmen hit money
You fuckin with that EBT welfare WIC money
Who wan’ catch a fade? Fuck that! Catch a blade
Catch a case, bail bond, I’m out the next day
Got that gold (Hammer), gold (2 Legit) proper money
Talkin ’bout private jet, heliport chopper money
And a nigga still ridin with the chopper on me
I don’t trick, e’ry now and then I toss her money
Fuck, nut, get up, that’s abortion money
I’ll kill if I have to, don’t force me homie
I get that schoolyard duct tape extortion money
I hate when niggaz act like bitches cause it costs me money
What the fuck!

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I’m in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen
It’s the methodical diabolical nigga with a grin
My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay
Nowadays I’m just happy things are goin my way
I’m straight, some say I got more than I need
Mucho dinero out in México, they growin my weed
It’s amazing, I made it here on my own
I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to count, the amount I spent
Wine cellar full of shit, we could all get bent
I got it made, I got Brinks truck money
Euros, grams[?], you wan’ borrow some from me?
My bank statements have you niggaz like “Damn!”
Bitch I got more (francs) than a hot dog man
Get married, pay for one bitch, I’ll buy her bar food
Kids don’t try this shit at home, you can’t do the shit I do
Whassup?

[Chorus]

{“SMS, Audio”}

50 CENT – Murder One

Yo, whassup, man? This the kid, 50 Cent, man!
New Gangsta Grillz, “The Lost Tape”, man.
I made this joint, man, made me sick, man.
Doctor came in an’ said: “Man, you got germs, man.”
“You got germs from touchin’ too much mothafuckin’ money, BIITCH! ”
Yo, get ready and get a-goin’!
But don’t you ever forget it, nigga…
I’m the reason why you make a mixtape… YOU SUCKA! [beat starts]

[Intro: Eminem (50 Cent)]
Ayo, Fif’!
I was thinkin’…
You should go back to doin’ the shit you used to do. (AAAAWWWWWWWWW!)

[50 Cent:]
Murder them? – Murder them!
They violate? I demonstrate, yeah! I’ll murder them!
Ni… ([Lil' Jon:] “GANGSTA GRIZZILL! “)

[Intro: Eminem (50 Cent)]
Ayo, Fif’!
I was thinkin’…
You should go back to doin’ the shit you used to do. (AAAAWWWWWWWWW!)

[50 Cent:]
Murder them? – Murder them!
They violate? I demonstrate, yeah! I’ll murder them!
Niggas be frontin’ wooord up; they stuntin’ till they huuurt up!
That Semi talk I’ll let it buck, I had these niggas runnin’ hard! [3 silencered shots] [body drops]
I’ll pull a nigga’s skirt uuup, and have him kickin’ dirt uuup
I’ll get a nigga an’ a nigga BACK UP stupid hard.
Silence! – It’s the return of the TYRANT!
Seein’ through my third eye with both closed eyelids. (YEAH!)
Stand closer to the homie you gon’ die with (AAAWWW!)
Flames come up out the muzzle on the shit that I spit. (IT HURTS!)
I’m talkin’ like the Feds ain’t listenin’, (uh!)
Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you’re fishin’ in. (c’mon!)
I give to a nigga if he want it, (whoo!)
Better ask niggas about me I’ll be on it. (HAHAAAA!)
I get to drop, blow out your knot. – Perfect plannin’!
Hit your back with somethin’ hot – out the cannon!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It’s murder one! (one!) – It’s premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! – Then it’s another one! (Lil’ Jon: “GANGSTA GRIZZILL! “)
Back to back put the work in
It’s murder one! (one!) – It’s premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! (yeah!) – Then it’s another one! (one!)
Back to backroom workin’!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
You know I ain’t got the strap on me, BARR holdin’ that for me!

[50 Cent:]
I’m fucked up! – It really doesn’t matter, tho. (YEAH!)
Hundred 9mm shells in the Calico. (UHH-HUUUH!)
Wait! – Niggas drop like dominoes!
Run for your life, puta! – Si, – vámonos! (WHOOOOO!)
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago,
Grew up around cocaine, yeah! Even my mamma know. (uhh!)
I cut a “O” in the fo’ – with seven at a time; (what?!)
Made four-hundred of that. – You know a nigga grind. (C’MON!)
Like Cindy Lauper, bitch; – “Time After Time”! (what?!)
A nigga shine – like a nickel-9. (AAAAWWWW!)
I’ve been talkin’ to the man in the mirror (yeah!)
Nigga so ass, they was shakin’ like Shakira. (WHOOOOOO!)
It seems like my vision’s gettin’ clearer;
See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin’ near ya! (uh!)
It’s funny how niggas never hear ya
Till you run down on ‘em, – gun down on ‘em!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It’s murder one! (one!) – It’s premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! – Then it’s another one!
Back to back put the work in
It’s murder one! (one!) – It’s premedi-tated!
MURRRDER! (yeah!) – Then it’s another one! (one!)
Back to backroom workin’!

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Startin’ to feel like the old me! [beat fades-out]
Hahaaaa!

50 CENT – Lay Down (Smoked)

Move the fuck out the way,
This might get rain today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on a roll
That’s where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made
And lay down

Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me
Tricks are for kids don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Problem nigga, it’s ok with me
The revolver always stay with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit

Nigga that was my mama crack spot
I got birth rights
I lay a nigga out on the turf nice
Fuck a fist fight
Shit shift all of sudden, you can box my box cutter as I can see it cutting
Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy
I bet this hurts you like it hurts me, it hurts
Hot as hell when that gunpowder burning
What goes around don’t come around
When I’m putting work in
Nigga swallow your pride and run you stick around your done

Move the fuck out the way
This might get rain today
Don’t wanna play now
I’m on a roll
That’s where I plan to stay
Forget the badge you made
And lay down

I don’t know you what the fuck you wanna say to me
I’m telling you niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Body on the ground it’s ok with me
I make examples so niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, I ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit

I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk
I shoot a duck flying right out the sky with the punk
A nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets
16 in the clip, I’ll dump them all in your whip
You think I’m joking, I’m not
You’ll find out when that glock get to dumping
And your back get hot
I got a temper, you don’t wanna test my patience
And end up doc’s new patient
Stump your head on the pavement
You try and come at me on some brave shit

50 CENT – Leave The Lights On

Say man we don’t need much to come to the freak show
Come to the freak show

Fuck that, leave the lights on
Girl, 68-69 leave the lights on
Can’t see shit leave the lights on
Girl, I can’t see shit leave the lights on
Girl, leave the lights on
68-69 leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Zip down my zipper and play with the python

Girl I make the bed rock like I’m on a yacht
Shit citation tink prick lick my cock baby
Time’s money check my turbion movement
I’m rich bitch, I say move, you get to moving
And now my Bentley moves on, tight nigga I’m crusing
It ain’t hard to tell who’s running, who’s loosing
Got a pent house around my wrist, I’m flashing out
Condo around my neck, I’m cashing out
I’m nigga rich, got everything a rich nigga get
I got whip for days, I got kick for days
Louie, Hermes’, hard the Jimmy Choo’s
Ferogamo, Dolce Gabana, red bottom blues
Plus I got the Prada collection
I might leave my socks on sex on old habbits
Babe show me what you know
Let the freak in you come out on the low

68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can make girls lick my shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Zip down my zipper and play with the python

Girl I never known all that S&M; shit
Girl leave the spikes for me but you can get your ass whiped
Limited time, skip the foreplay
I be a chocolate whopper you could have this shit your way
Hope the head games good you be looking exotic
Seven hour flight she already ‘rotic
London, Paris, France, Japan
Talk to me girl while we fuck, I can’t understand
Let’s get to stroking, boning, moaning, groaning
Start in the afternoon, end up the next morning
Started the next round, lick from my neck down
So she did do felatio correct. Wow!
I’ll play monkey see, monkey do
So everything you do to me I do to you
It tickles but I am quite here
What the fuck she tryna say with her tongue stuck in my ear

68-69 all the time, shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak for me
Baby I can lick yours and you can lick mine shorty
You can be a freak for me
Come and be a freak tonight
This kid right, leave the lights on
Attention shit, leave the lights on
Damn, leave the lights on
Zip down my zipper and play with the python

Girl girl I know you want me
Well why the hell wouldn’t you want me?
Shorty now push up on it
Zip down my zipper, play with the python
You gon be just be like that?
You so insensitive, hurt my feelings
I mean from the bottom of my heart
I love you