50 CENT – I Ain’t Gonna Lie

I just wanna stay on you all night
And I ain’t gonna lie, girl, I just wanna, I just wanna

I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby

I really wanna get to know you, girl, so many things I wanna show you, girl
Succeed so I guess I owe you, girl. Louboutins, moving on
First the sun comes up and the top comes down, find out what the white rolls royce about
Why the white airs on extra clean, like james brown a nigga do it like a sex machine
Got a hot wheel fetish, I pull up in some mean shit
Sex, drugs, rock n roll, charlie sheen bitch
See me toot it and boot it on my Obama shit, money ain’t no, tell them how much I’m a get
I spit bars had the hood in the frenzy, fuck around, take a chain like Lindsay
Paparazzi taking pictures of my fendy, catch me in Prada or maybe Escada
It’s just another beautiful day in LA and I’m in New York, a professional shit talker
I see niggas are stressing and I’m straight so I’m guessing I’m above the recession.

I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you shopping, girl
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby

It takes just a little bit of my conversation when I talk
To make you clear for sure that I’m that nigga in New York
Shawty now lay down, put your head back
I put your legs back strocking move your bed back
When we get to them back shots, shawty throw it back
When you back it up at me I like that
Let me guess I turned you on, I turned you on, I bet
We’re just getting started and everything is soaking wet
This pussy’s good, she ain’t worried about the rent this month
This pussy must have went and bought this bitch that benz out front
For me it’s nothing, I’m just fucking for the fuck of it
But shawty acting like what we just did some other shit
It can be, it could be, okay, maybe she’s a good girl
Attracted to me and things from my world
Temptations are great, one ten of braces that will ain’t caress caries for 10 times 8.

I can take you to Dinner, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
We can go to the movies, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, girl
I can take you to shopping, girl
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby
I can keep your head up, girl,
But I ain’t gonna lie, I just want to fuck you, baby

50 CENT – I’m All Turnt Up (Freestyle)

My glock pop from blocks you can feel it
G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthafuckin unit!
My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it
G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthafuckin unit!

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[Verse 1]
I got a trunk full of tens
I got a stash full of ends
I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20? rims
Got that Beamer that Bentley
I got that 63 Benz
And a white bitch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end
Call her head game the Hoover I mean the way she maneuver
Up and down, up and down, and a nigga head spin ’round
She’s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go
She get to takin’ it deep, and put a nigga to sleep

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[Verse 2]
Its on now, ’cause these bitches gyrating
We strapped right, cause niggas be violatin’
Party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she ain’t stoppin’
Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ pussy poppin’ tic-toc-in
Make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick
Play the game bitch, shit make us both rich
Fuck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit
I ain’t nothin’ like the niggas you done been with

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
Nigga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
Tricks on me, tricks on me
Me I’m never trippin’ for a bitch homie
Bitch homie, I’m rich homie
Turn it up!
That’s 14 out of 14 muthafucka
You niggas see me
Lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthafucka
You niggas ain’t sayin nothin’
Know I got that muthafuckin tre pound, 6 shots muthafucka I let it rotate
Niggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?
Nigga I don’t know where the fuck that Lil’ nigga at
I ain’t heard from him
Fuck Yayo too nigga, I’m on some new shit
Fuck the group nigga
I’ma introduce you to my new niggas
Uh, its 0-11
I figured out whats the matter with this shit It ain’t me, its these niggas
Its the Roc, I’m on my Jay Z shit
Nah nah, fuck the group man
I’m on my Beyonce shit
I’m on my way to the top godammit
Yeah

50 CENT – First Date

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Just one night, two night
It could be three of us
Yeh yeh yeh
Girl, we could get it ooon
Where ya’ girlfriend
Girl, we can have a ball
Bring ya’ girlfriend
Life’s too short to not fuck on the first date
No one knows if we’re promised tomorrow
But if we make love into the next day
We’ll have the rest of our time to celebrate

[Verse: 50 Cent]
Four in the morning girl
Now I don’t wanna talk, we’ve been talkin for hours
Now you know I wanna’ fuck
Look I don’t understand what it
Is you don’t understand
My watch a hundred grand
My chain a hundred grand
Bitch, I’m a wanted man
I say I run New York
Cuz I do what the fuck I wanna do
They know wussup
They say my screws are lose
I say who cares, you know I’m rich
Look I don’t have time to blow wit’ a bitch shootin the shit
Now maybe you can loosen up and let me go to work
So I can whisper in your ear while pullin’ down your skirt
When I get the strokin’ girl you don’t know what to say
Quicky come quick, girl, I’m gone right away, yeh, you nasty, girl, you nasty
And I’m into that, so get at me!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don’t want no good, good, good, good, girl
Me, I want a nasty girl
Come creep wit’ me
Be a freak for me
Life’s too short to not fuck on the first date
No one knows if we’re promised tomorrow
But if we make love into the next day
We’ll have the rest of our time to celebrate

[Verse: Too Short]
I said beetch
I wanna fuck you in the worst way
Hell yeah, I wanna fuck you on the first date
If I don’t I say, fuck you on Thursday
Cuz then I won’t want you
Watch how fast I dump you
But right now I’m infatuated
You get to hang wit’ me
Girl, you graduated
I take you out for drinks and get you tipsy
Then I pull my dick out and I say kiss me
You’re ’bout to laugh ya little panties off
You only get one date
You better grab these balls
They wanna’ ride in fancy cars
That’s what bitches do
They like to rub it then suck it and lick it too
She’s a nasty little trap ho slut
But I like that shit, so let’s fuck
Beeeeitch

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don’t want no good, good, good, good, girl
Me, I want a nasty girl
Come creep wit’ me
Be a freak for me
Life’s too short to not fuck on the first date
No one knows if we’re promised tomorrow
But if we make love into the next day
We’ll have the rest of our time to celebrate

[Outro]

[50 Cent]
Ohhh, ehhhh
It sounds crazy
But tomorrow’s not promised
I mean, I mean I wanna’ do it today
I want it now
I don’t wanna’ wait
Wait for what?
My time’s runnin’ out
Your time’s runnin’ out
Come ‘er girl

[Too Short]
Wanna’ fuck you beeeitch
I wanna fuck you beeitch
You only got
One date
Ain’t no tomorrows

50 CENT – Get Busy

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Get busy
Get busy
I’m insane yea, shit changed
I’m the head of that bang, bang
Anywhere gang,
Make it rain, trick
Make it rain
I hold on to mine
And buy more cocaine, I’m
Off the chain
Nigga I ain’t playin’
I get it him with the semi nigga
Stun I let it rain
He rap I rap
But we ain’t the same
He love a dame
I run a train
Canary yellow rocks in my ring
Everything private, my hoes in my planes
Every now bartender more champaigne
I shawn like crowman’s Arizona rain
I stunt when I want
I ain’t never gonna change
I go load the wood in my cardian frames
This what happens when a bebe kid,
Blow up, up on out this bitch

[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
‘Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I’m on now, get my money long now
Look here, nigga you ain’t got it like me
You don’t like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin
Get busy get busy
You don’t like me
Get busy get busy
Do somethin

[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Tell me why you don’t like me
My chain too icy
The diamonds on my right hand
Striking like lightning
Throwing cake on your wife
When she liking the icing and uh
It’s not even my birthday
She tellin’ me she love me
And I wanna be your happy pusher
Then pulled the beetle in the first place
Nah dance the Ali Key let me hold some
Look ’cause I know you know
And I know you nothing
With your rope in, coat in
Type of shit gonna get wild with no man
Ride a game thing, play the bitch without the ball
It’s my night boy better love ’till mor’
I’m a boss plus walking big ballin’ and
Talking, benz parking, rims glosin’, click closer
Tell her way you drained the bottles
With the towels sparkling
Say money talks, bitch my money talks
Now

[Chorus:]
I ball out bottles after bottles
‘Till I fall out
I stunt, I do it my way
I’m on now, get my money long now
Look here, you ain’t got it like me
Doing like me
Get busy get busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Too stunt
Doing like me
Get busy busy
Yeah

50 CENT – Definition Of Sexy

She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin’
I’m gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

I’m gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let ‘er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

Seduction, I’m stumblin’
She weak and doubtin’ my eyes
She want a kick in her thighs
It’s perfect, it’s worth it
I do what I got to get it
I ain’t trippin’ shit, I’m with it
I put it down when I hit it
She’ll be so happy she did it
I bet she’ll never forget it
In bed I’m like a wizard
Shoulder I squeeze in
She’ll wanna kiss it over and over
Her body’s a map, I’m the Guide
I’m just here to show ‘er
How I get to that G spot, non-stop
Tic toc, time fly
Hella fun, no lie
Oh I know I can give her what she needs
Slow mo or high speed
Existential need

She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin’
I’m gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

I’m gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let ‘er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

You can hear us from the next room when we go at it
I started her addiction, she got a habit
She gotta have it, I’m always on my job
I work it nice and hard, I mean I work it how she wants
She my homie lover friend and she might just bring her other friend
Feel the rush, adrenaline, I make it to your basement
I say just keep it simple baby
We ain’t gotta talk, look baby
If you want it and I want it
Maybe you should have it
Maybe we got one life to live
It’s precious the time we share
Now call me when you’re in need
Baby girl, I’ll be there
Folks showin’ me
You can confide, I’m a ride
24/7, ready to cross it

She make me want it, want it
On the late night or in the early mornin’
I’m gonna be where she gonna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

I’m gonna push up on it, on it
Yea, let ‘er know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

She’s the definition
She’s the definition
She is
She is
She is

50 CENT – Double Up – Tone Mason

It is what it is, son, niggas can’t stand it
It’s my fifth lap, a nigga been round and round the planet
Shorty saying “Welcome to Miami.” Her friends saying welcome to Miami.
Jet Skis, the yacht, parked in the back yard
Back to back Porsches and niggas go down hard
I love money, nigga this drug money
Laundromat, spin cycle, nickel snub money
Beef nothing to a nigga, nigga I’m PUFF
Throw 100 racks on a bitch, I told you she want me
If I want the hoe, I get the hoe, fuck the hoe and forget the hoe
Let a ho be a ho, play the pimp, pay the rent
I’m a fly nigga on a off day I ride fly shit
Presidential rolling nigga tell me now can you bite down
I’m the biggest nigga Southside seen since Fat Cat
I tell a nigga suck a dick quick cause I’m strapped back

I make a double up, few blocks of raw
I-I-I get it, I got to get more
I make it double up, baking soda galore
Till we in Bentleys and mansions with marble on the floor
I make it double up

Ey, bring me that pyrex, get the baking soda, the ice, I’ll show you how you do this shit, you think I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’m doin

[Hayes:]
We on the other side of the border chilling with Drug Lords
Tryna put an order in during the drug wars
J said this what happens when you disrespect one of us
And cut a motherfucker head off right in front of us
That’s when I said I’m going back to Cali. My man said he goin’ back to Cali.
I know some Mexicans in Arizona, I’m cool with
I’d rather slang that then come and deal with this bullshit.
‘Cause I ain’t gonna budge Pay me a dodgie dog, it ain’t no love
Niggas know who they owe, my number ain’t change, bitch
Front door service, put one in your brain quick
Could have put it right in your chest, close range shit
Watch you die slow, let you know who you playin with
Fuck all that swearing to God, promise and prayin shit
I ain’t the big sob story, fam, I’m praying shit
Twelve gauge AR15, AK an shit
Passenger seats goin’ get killed, I’m saying this
Principals, we don’t drown a line at drug dealin
We criminals, we goin all out
Before I say you played me I’ll go in your house
And get killed there, blow your fucking brains out
You gotta bring ass to get some, you gotta make cash to spend some
And I ain’t a victim, motherfucker.

50 CENT – Can’t Help Myself

I’m hood, I’m so hood, I’m ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

[Verse 1]
I had a five hundred bags 14 grams of powder
On the phone with my connect should last about an hour
I need work, I repeat, I need work.
My niggas go bizzurk, when the drought come get murked’
When no money coming in is when the guns come out
Why the d’s wanna sit in front of my momma house,
You know it’s sort of like some shit you seen in a flick
Black nine extended clip as long as my dick
They say I’m grimmey, yeah fuck it I line niggas
I show them where your shit at before they take mine nigga
Don’t take it personal, it’s just how I grind nigga
Figure, this is a dog eat dog world, man
Ebony enemy today I’m tryin’ to duck I got that hover I heard it’ll make you kill a motherfucker (don’t stop girl)
I mean you gotta feel it man
She bob and weave up and down you’d be like “I could just kill a man”
I don’t fuck with them niggas from her projects
They’re on section eight but niggas cars are straight
They ain’t out in the day time them niggas roaches
I don’t stop down there if I ain’t got the toasts’
I’m in the six four five hard top, not the drop
Leanin’, I see them niggas schemin’, dream on
Touch me, shitt I wish a nigga would
I’ll have my niggas deep, I have them light up they whole hood.

[Chrous]
I’m hood, I’m so hood, I’m ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

[Verse 2]
They said I fell off, my benz was on the repo truck
Around the same time niggas spot start gettin’ stuck
I say ‘I ain’t know none about nothing’
I’m on the low, niggas really know me for stuntin’
I pull through on low pros, wrapped around deep dishes
That crack money handsom, your bitch blowin’ me kisses
You need to check her if you think she could be the misses, damn
I’m starting think you can’t trust nobody
I hold my own strap, they ain’t gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib with the mac homie
Man since her cousin in a car crash died
She said ‘don’t drink and drive’, I say ‘just drink, don’t drive’
I had a morphine dream I got heroine ambitions
That’s the money cooking in that coffee pot in the kitchen
When I say I’m straight, I mean I’m straight
Once the razor hit the plate I double up the cake (heyy)

I’m hood, I’m so hood, I’m ghetto like a motherfucker [x2]

50 CENT – Complicated

Yeah!

[Bridge:]
You see a nigga soft? – My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him…)
A weak nigga eatin’ in my hood? Niggas’ll put a beam on ‘em! (beam on him…)
These niggas ain’t s’pposed to be eatin’, yo! – This sweet is sweet an’ low,
I’ll have ‘em like shit was all good just a week ago. (“Lights oooooooon! “)

[Verse 1:]
Let this fake niggas get you in the mood for looove,
I’m back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
Crack come to cookin’ up that; boy, I’m a chemist!
Fuck pill poppin’; a strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin’, you’ve been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that’ll stop World hunger.
SK, I got nothing but energy! (energy!)
Call me Fifty, call me “Ferrari The Remedy”! (Remedy!)
“Hi” again in case a hater don’t remember me,
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be.
Hittin’ you won’t be enough, you gotta finish me
Or it’s Ruger time, – the SR-9!
Fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked! – Gotta learn to duck. – Whassup?

[Chorus:]
Don’t maake mee, – don’t maake mee,
Don’t maake mee! – It seems so complicaated.
Don’t maake mee, – don’t maake mee,
Don’t maake mee – show you whassup. – Don’t make me fuck you up!

[Verse 2:]
Listen! Any bitch on the milk box ain’t missin’
I mean some of these hoes runnin’ round with Pippen.
I’m writin’ reality, it sounds haaarsh;
Shyne tried to get at me, he say I’m waaashed!
I ain’t even fire back, the shit’s squuaashed.
What kind of shit is that? – This only happens in rap!
These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl,
Hope I ain’t the last real nigga up over the waaall.
Ice chunks in the chain, – weight spinnin’,
Cream linen. – Bulges from the Benjamin’s in ‘em!
Tom Ford? – Oh, Looord!
If I ain’t know better, I think a nigga push raaaw.
It feels like it’s never gon’ stop.
A nigga so hot! – I may spend forever on top!
“Forever ever”? – Forever in the drop,
You can’t tell I got it on lock? – Bitch!

[Chorus]

50 CENT – Be My Bitch

Shawty say she straight, cant wait till tonight to turn her out babee
Take her to a different world, get her baby girl

[Brevi (50 Cent)]
I’ll pick you up at 8, we can call it a first date (get her baby)
We gonna have some drinks on me, it my treat, you ain’t gotta pay

[50 Cent]
Take her ass downtown, the Bentley drop top show her all around
Later when we get back we can show her how we live
Man she take it off as soon as she step foot in the crib

[Brevi]
Your so sweet come see me, I’m gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch

[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I’m gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I’m gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch

[50 Cent]
You can be my bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

[50 Cent]
My girl got a girl friend I call her my play thing
Why would I complain shes everything to me man
We match together perfect isn’t this amazing isn’t this amazing
Back massage minaj they turned on I’m hard
Great sex latex I’m playing my part
Penetration oral fixation no camera taking we making the head boards shaking
Until its damn near breaking

I can tell you from the get go
So you know how this shit go
This thing I got with my bitch is so ill its mental
I’m about to break it down all the freaky shit we into
If your not into her your into me and well still get u

[Brevi]
Right when we get to the crib step right in
Boy you know what they say
You can be my bitch
Your so sweet come see me, I’m gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]
I’m gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I’m gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

[50 Cent]
I’m headed out of state, I got a jet ready on the runway baby
I’ll be gone for a while I’m leaving you in charge now haha haha
Shwaty wanna play at anytime I’m away it ain’t OK
But when I come back you know that’s how its going down
Well be back up in this bitch passing her around

You don’t want me just to play my roll
You don’t want me to come take control
You don’t want me to move in too slow
You just wanna see me run this show
Lets go lets go lets go

Your so sweet come see me, I’m gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

I’m gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I’m gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

Your so sweet come see me, I’m gonna give you what you need
You can be my bitccch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

I’m gonna take you to the spot jump on top
I’m gonna give you everything that I got
You can be my bitch

[50 Cent]
You can be her bitch

[Brevi]
You can be my bitch [x2]

50 CENT – Body On It

[Reporter:]
Police search for clues on the Q 111 bus where two people were shot, one fatally
[Witness 1:]
You heard like a few shots ring out and uh, you know by living in the neighborhood familiar with those sounds. We knew it was gunshots, so automatically you know we Started taking cover because we didn’t know or establish where they were coming from
[Reporter:]
Police say it all started in South Jamaica about two and a half miles away From the shooting on the bus at Jamaica station
[Witness 2:]
I was trying to get away from the area, after the first shot, it was very traumatizing To me like I’ve seen this happen a lot of times and didn’t want to be involved. I Didn’t want to be that person that get a stray bullet or nothing like that
[Reporter:]
Police Arrested a 34 year old man, they believe he is responsible for both shooting Incidents. They also recovered a handgun. He was arrested not far from here near Jamaica station in Jamaica, Queens. Zach Fink Ny1

[50 Cent:]
It’s the big 10, it’s been 10 years since 50 Cent is the future
I’m tired as a motherfucker
What you want me to be I’ve tried to see

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah bitch I got my second wind
You could pretend I ain’t the shit
I’m guilty, I’m guilty
Yeah I’m filthy fucking rich
I’m strapped your honor
New mac, my armor
Point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona
New version of Dama
Pussy eating Piranha
My tongue touch your flesh
Your bitches say I’m the best
The crackers say I’m racial
Wait a cotton-picking minute
Now I’m racial
Cause I done put cotton-picking in it
Put a knot on your fucking head
Yeah that’ll happen first
I’ll put a dot on your fucking head
You’ll end up in a hearse
They say I play mind games
Warrior mind frame
These bitch niggas always forget to say my name
Go ahead, I want you to
You four, I’m on to you
I’m so strategic you wouldn’t believe it
And they know, everytime I come around
Pit stop and their 10 o’clock down
Gotta know about me

[Hook: 50 Cent]
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
M beam hollow tips rubber grip on it
Night vision through the sight when I grip on it
My nine got an extended clip on it
My tech got all kind of shit on it
My pound got a body on it body on it
My man put a body on it body on it

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I read a blog
They said I ain’t got it
I still got it
Oh lord!
Look whose gonna meet the edge of my sword
I’m taking off now bitch
All aboard
If you want to ride fuck it let’s ride
It seems like principle living’s starting to fade
Even is a gangsta’s life, niggas is snakes
No loyalty, rats ratting on members of the game
Funny they were family before the pigs came

[Hook]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, this right here one marks the decade of hot shit
If a nigga say I fell off all I want you to do is ask him when
What they gonna say, what the Curtis album?
Okay so number one’s not good enough
I gave you Ayo Technology that was number one
I get money, that wasn’t hot
So tell me when I fell off
Yeah, when I gave you motherfuckers what you asked for
With before I self destruct
You looked at me and was like
We cool fif’
You know why?
Cause I won too much in front of you niggas
That’s why
It’s alright go out take a break come back
So hot you can’t deny it
It’s your boy 50
This one right here is for the haters for real
I want you to eat a dick
Don’t suck a dick, eat a dick
Chew it. haha

50 CENT – Business Mind

Hayes, haha
{“SMS, Audio”}

[Hayes]
While rubbin elbows in the hills of high society
I look back on my life and realized the hood lied to me
Built the bullshit, sense of pride inside of me
On the rise to fly a car, hatin on varieties

[50 Cent]
Look, I don’t need no bitch niggaz surroundin me
Get caught you better stick to the codes that you provided B
If you don’t plead the 5th you get your whole shit split
So call kingpins, get real money to snitch

[Hayes]
I know it sounds hard to believe this bullshit
but sometimes you need money to see who you cool with
See niggaz hustle hard and cop ‘em a few whips
Then end up poppin niggaz they used to be cool with
I’m a

[50 Cent]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Furs suede, my car is decor
Nigga I been the boss, I employ my boys
And show ‘em a bunch of shit they never seen before

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got a business mind – that block is mine
That brick and them Glocks is mine
I got a business mind – that drop is mine
These knots and this watch is mine
I got a business mind – you can’t stop my shine
A nigga got a World Guinness Book rhyme
I got a business mind – and I pop my nine
You fuck around find out in time

[50 Cent]
I got a short fuse so if by some chance I get annoyed
The button gets pressed and your life gets destroyed
Got niggaz that’ll do this shit just cause they bored
Man I ain’t even got to tell niggaz what for

[Hayes]
You think you cool but I swat your type of fly
Yeah you cross your T’s but you forgot your I’s/eyes
That’s why I out-charisma ya, I could out-business ya
Intimidate ya with success, I catch the interest of

[50 Cent]
Corporate America, gangstas we got ‘em tearin up
We only want the money, no reason to be scared of us
We feel the life that we live is unfair to us
America’s an oven, you got to break bread for us

[Hayes]
“Go hard or die soft” is what was said to us
So if it’s gunplay you gon’ get shot instead of us
Crackers be thinkin they one step ahead of us
I say shit like that to let ‘em know that I’m aware of it

[50 Cent]
Keep accountants to countin, I got lawyers to share kid
Babes to clean up my mess, go make the bed bitch
They said death or jail is what’s ahead of us
So when they ask me what I thought, all I could say is I’m a

[Hayes]
Street entrepreneur, condo connoisseur
Fur is suede, and my car is decor
Nigga I been a boss, I employ my boys
Matter fact, I don’t even wanna chat no more!

[Chorus]

50 CENT – Can I Speak To You

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summer heat, hot, murder plots, niggas getting shot
Chrome rims for sixes
One wheel, one gixxer [slang for Suzuki GSX-R]
Throw it up, one hand
Wave back at the bitches
I’m silent
Right before I snap I’m violent
I call myself the tussle,
I’m the boss and the muscle
Boy I feed your ass brass knuckles
A nigga come creeping through the four
You scared, get a dog
Get a male, because a bitch’ll get you both in the mall
Now peep the punchlines I’m punching these are knockout flows
I’m cyber pimping I’m so new I got sci-fi hoes
This is next-level mack shit
That’s why my money stack quick
12 V’s V12 half of them triple black bitch
Lust, gluttony, greed, jealousy envy me bitch
Your blinds blurring your vision, see I’m where I’m supposed to be
On top of the underground
Still gritty
Still running cities
Still Em’, Dre, and Fiddy
Fuck with me, I’m a usual suspect when it’s a hit
Turn up the volume and hear my voice, yeah it’s the shit

[Hook: x2]
Pardon me please, can I speak to you
Feel this is something
I’m compelled to do

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Pistols and bad bitches
Hustlers and bad business
Rapping was just a hobby, that hobby turned to a million
Had that oxy for sale
You can get it 50 a pill
Sniff it or let it grill
Rap the foil you know the drill
Money, power, and drugs
My only reason to love
Never played cops and robbers, nigga we played Crips and Bloods
Like to the pimps saying who the sluts?
211 on hookers purses
Another double up purchase
Slanging a hundred meters from churches
God forgive me, but the steal was worth it
Man I swear I needed some change, chains and golden rings and thangs
Niggas watch videos and think them dudes went from rags to hardest
For real lokes know that type of thing makes you a target
Either the pigs or I’m gonna get you while you playing boy
Hold you like an animal
Strapped with a bean that’s Adam Braun
50 told me ambition wins when your talent ain’t working
I say I’d rather relapse
Than reenact Curtis and put that work in

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Floss if you want to I’ve seen your home broke nigga
It ain’t a secret I get money you’s a joke nigga
Make what you make in like 2 years in less than a month nigga
5th side to south side but we up nigga

50 CENT – All His Love

[Chorus: singing]
He gon’ give you all his love! (love…)
He gon’ give you all his time! (time…)
He won’t let a minute go by (by…)
Without the thought of you crossing his mind! (mind…)
I be like: “Fuck a bitch! ” – I’m tryna stay rich
No time to concentrate on hoes. (hoes…)
Even if I fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
By the morning – I got to go! (go…)

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! – I got all kinda bitches: from vet bitches to beginner bitch (uh!)
My phone ringing and I ain’t answering cause I’m in a bitch. (yeah!)
I’m all like a pimp than a trick. – I send a bitch! (hahaaa!)
50′s and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch. (whoooooo-whooooooooooooooohhhhhh!)
If we going out, we going dutch pay for your inner, bitch!
Look bitch! – This is my life, I’m on some different shit.
Every different day I wake up to play with a different bitch
Bitches love me. (yeah!) – Just like I loooove me! (yeah, YEEEAH!)
Fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch (uh!)
You want buy me shit? – Meet me at the mall, bitch!
Then the strip club, now holla at your ass, bitch!
Get the cash, bitch, and then go back to your man, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I got a ghetto bitch, a good bitch, a certified hood bitch (whoooohhhh!)
You with me to the end. – Bitch fuck me and a friend is sad. (uh-huh!)
I’m headed to the top, bitch, I’m tryna get it on! (yeah!)
A real bitch’ll be there for a nigga if he fall.
The club packed front to the back up in this bitch (uh-huuuh!)
Got on my Louie checkers grey and black up in this bitch.
Diamonds on my neck! – Diamon’-diamonds on my neck!
Bitch nigga front if you want. – We got swammies on the deck! (ooohhh!)
Put your ass here – over a bitch, the bitch ain’t shit
Since a porno clip with a bitch. – She can’t suck dick;
But damn nigga, use your head!
She gon’ find another dick to suck when you’re dead! [echoes] (hahaaa!)

[Outro:]
WestSiiide!
This that shit right here.
Feel like it’s s’pose to be on that “Detox”!
Yeah!
Niggas think they better than me…
But they NOT!
Fuck that!
I’m just gon’ start over!
So why you act like I ain’t been that nigga 8 years?
And I’m a new nigga!
Call me “Ferrari”!
GG-GG- G-Unit!