50 Cent

[fox69]

"6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully)"

"6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully)"


I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthafuckers

[Chorus]
Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
You running, I'm coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I'ma get ya boy

[Verse 1]
I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
That beef I cook it, niggas I gets down
Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
I bet when I squeeze it, niggas scatter
The hoes, that's a whole different story
Find out the baby ain't mine, right there on Maury
Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
That's 36 o's of love, give me kiss, give me love
Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged
This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
(Tu, tu, tu) I'm on ya head with the beam
So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers
You're fucking with the wrong one
The strong one that God gave the gift
Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it
Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch

[Chorus]
Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
You running, I'm coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I'ma get ya boy
[Freeway]
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
We get gully and we get money
Them schemin' ass chicks can't get shit from me

[Verse 2]
Rain drops from heaven ? cryin'
It's raining outside, envision my gun firin'
Red and white flashes, the police coming
nigga you ain't hittin' none, why the fuck are you running
I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
Where's teh love, I don't know but here's the snub
Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
You know it's really not worth it
To fuck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent
Don't cry we all die
It's just a matter of time
nigga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine
Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee
fuck around I will line you
Run from me, I will find you
Forgot I'm nice, I will remind you

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
One, two, fifty coming for you
Three, four, better lock ya door
Five, six, grab ya crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stay up late
The monsters back
Yeah, I need a target
So I can smash their head
I'm nice!

 

[fox69]

"8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix)"
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)

"8 Mile Road (G-Unit Remix)"
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)



This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a motherfucker at you tonight
G-Unit!
And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' her head up 'cause her child ain't a dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm comfy as hell, skatin' wit another nigga's money
You lying ya ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of da game or
Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
I'm wide awake, but it still feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a females, the form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
You trippin', on records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen
With probable causes, papa was in and out of prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards

[Tony Yayo]
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train
"Cheche, get the YAYO"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country
Wall street niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'm smuggled, I'm nothin' but trouble
I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
You can put me in your door panels or your stash box
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
I'm tryin' to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!)

[50 Cent]
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
When shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin'
Start to wavin' my M1, shell cases get TO droppin' (C'mon)
If death is 'round the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket, you stuntin' I'll stop it
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you wanna contest us
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessing's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Ballin' out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, bet
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust ya gat
You pussy

Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' that gangsta shit on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin'

G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!

 

[fox69]

"A Little Bit Of Everything U.T.P."
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Juvenile, Skip, Young Buck)

"A Little Bit Of Everything U.T.P."
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Juvenile, Skip, Young Buck)



[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

 

[fox69]

"After My Cheddar"

"After My Cheddar"


Aye what's up
Yo this is 50 Cent and I'm here with my man DJ On Point
And you know why his name is On Point cuz he on point pussy
Go 'head play that shit I'll lay ya fucking punk ass out nigga

[Chorus:]
When you frown at me (Yeah!)
Is it cuz I won't provide for you girl? (Cuz I won't provide)
You're after my cheddar (haha)
And your friends they see it too (c'mon)
Spending notes is what your up to (Is this what you want??)
Women are after my cheddar
(Is this what you want?!)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I gave you a style, Gucci this Fendi that (Yeah)
Burberry bag, shoes and the hat to match (Aha)
I like the way it look but bitch I ain't buying that
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
But no more Prada shoes (Uh!)
When I just wanna chill you wanna go out (WOO!)
See me poly with some other chick you wanna show out
They say I'm wrong when I dog your ass like I should
Now you can reminisce on the times I treated you good

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
You could think about me grinding my fans (Yeah!)
You even got more than one watch on it's too much time on your hands (Aha)
They say behind every good man is a woman (WOO!)
So if Tash pull up stash the cannon in your linnen (C'mon)
I'll never be a chouffer to the mall
So learn to appreciate the CD's and posters on the wall
Fatal attraction is mad real
The last bitch I deaded went crazy and swallowed thirty Advils

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
They say money makes the world go 'round
And material things make a hoe go down (Fuh sho'!)
I see you in your Prada, Gucci, and BCBG (Aha)
Bitch I'm getting rich but I don't trick on GP (Yeah)
It's $5 dresses and $10 skirts
Bitch play the strip and put in work (WOO!)
Birds wanna have my baby since I saw my contract
So I gotta double up in case the condom snap

[Chorus]

Look, don't ask me for shit, man
I ain't got nothing for you, man
Yo, what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can't sing, bitch?
Bitch, I'm Luther Vandross in the shower

 

[fox69]

"All About Dough (Freestyle)"

"All About Dough (Freestyle)"


[Chorus]
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho

[Verse 1]
I smile when that money come, stunt when that money come
Niggas front when that money come, and I'ma have to handle them
Man I don't trust none of them, why they bringin' and come with them,
Why they come in a cop, fuck around and get shot
I wanna cold blood nigga shit I will pull a trigger 'cause
You'd better do your homework you'll find out who you fucking with
'Cause I ain't full of sucker shit, I'm joking no Chris Tucker shit
I ain't even smilin', I'ma 'bout to start wylin'
I got bricks of that Peruvian
A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that's a dope fiends regimen
Range Rover, game over, I'm getting my lean on
Hard to miss my target when I done click the beam on
I'm not the one to scheme on you, pussy niggas dream on
I give the work, fuck what ya heard, homeboy you gettin' shot
I'm out here with my chain on, my watch and pinky ring on
I hustle hard for this shit take a look at what I got

[Chorus]
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough
Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo
Fuck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho

[Verse 2]
It's the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips
Niggas ain't playin' yo, we still on that gangsta shit
That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop
I'm surrounded by shooters, so I ain't got to shoot it
You niggas on computers better sit there and compute it
Dodge what I just said, or get shot and left for dead
You think you don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck
I pistol whip your ass down, watch your homies pick you up
I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money
Think maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for me
It's the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine
Niggas talk crazy until the holows start firin'

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, this is what it sound like when I'm rockin' four in the morning
Shit slow down, I'm just fucking with you
I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a muthafucker, ha ha
Eh, a niggas calls object, call some bitches man
I'm finna have some bitches come over here
Oh my God, this is the life
Eh nigga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthafucking bank
G-g-g-g-unit!!!

 

[fox69]

"All His Love"

"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!

 

[fox69]

"All Of Me"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)

"All Of Me"
(feat. Mary J. Blige)



[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
They money I aquire mama make it all simple
Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it
They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars"
Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah
Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire
The world is still turning, my records are still earnin'
Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams
I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans
So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me
God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich
Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick
When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it
With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks
I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid
You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time
When I smile your smile should be as big as mines
Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind
Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?
Your body is callin' me
Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now If I give you all of me
What you gone give me back?

 

[fox69]

"Amusement Park"

"Amusement Park"


[50 Cent Talking]
50
Ferrari
F50

[Chorus:]
Shawty you don't have to take your panties off
Just move 'em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
It's on tonight I know what you like
I know just how to break you off

[Verse 1]
Good evening ladies, I'll tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
There's lots of activities, fun things to do
And I find my pleasure in pleasing you
Some rides go fast, some rides go slow
If you fear heights when I'm high hell yeah I'll go low
It taste so sweet, that sticky cotton candy
If you get carried away
We'll be starting a family
This is a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl, you know it's no fun without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
Applause now that's the first half of my act
I started out like a pimp
Now I'm more like a mac
I don't need your paper just don't fuck with my stack
Oh it's like that
yeah it's like that

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now you can ride the horse round the carousel
Explosion, Trojans, all in the hotel
Put me to the test girl, I don't fail
I work it out, without a doubt
There's plenty water rising sure to get you wet in the pop
Have your lustious seductions considered or not
Throw a hoop around the bottle
I'll be your teddy bear
Whatever color you like, you know I don't care
I really wanna thank you for attending this affair
Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here
I smile when I speak
But I'm being sincere
Your pass is valid all summer my dear
So at your convenience you can always return
There're so many tricks to the trade you should learn
Suck that, lick that, swallow that lolly pop
forget that, grab that, ride it non-stop

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Animal Ambition"

"Animal Ambition"


I got that animal (animal) ambition
I got that animal (animal) ambition
I got that animal (animal) ambition
I got that animal (animal) ambition

Why give her love and affection
She just want some bread
I ain't talking of texting
I just want some head
She from a Pirus sip
Where all them niggas wear red
I ain't flying no flags but I'm a gangster bitch
I say say no to drugs then I do that shit
Got a blue fleet of whips
I'm so hood nigga rich
You don't like the way I do it nigga eat your dick
I just call em when I want em don't need your bitch
See my blood on these diamonds everything proper
Your shit look grown and your shit look copper
It's turning homie that's why your turning on me
Admit it I made it, I can't be faded
I roll it up in public I'm a cancer man
Smoke it out in the open like I'm in Amsterdam
I do a hundred miles an hour switching lens in my lane
See my name around the globe niggas know who I am

[Hook:]
I got that animal (animal) ambition [x9]

You say you hustle like a hustle I be moving shit
Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks
Got them straps and long clips filled up with led
So when we count on the paper it better come back correct
We out in New Orleans baby niggas hungry for brick
I do that knife for stuntin get shot in the head
Every hood I go through they fuck with me you dig?
Got the eye of the tiger I'm on that animal shit
I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant
Damn scared of rats, but I'm ready for anything
It's the unit my nigga, take a look at my face
See if you test me they'll arrest me I'll be catching a case
New York is a concrete jungle, where niggas got to get paid
Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed
Look at me wrong and your dead
You should be very afraid
I don't know how to behave
I'm tamed fresh out the cage
Urrrrrrrrrrhhhh

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"As The World Turns"
(feat. Bun B (UGK))

"As The World Turns"
(feat. Bun B (UGK))



[50 Cent]
uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh

Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
What [echo]
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Money make the world go round, as the world turns
Nigga I need money to main-tainn
Hustalin aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the grainn
Gon' get tore out the framee
T.Vs in the Rangee
I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)
Coc-ainee and Herio-anee
50 Cent
Thats my namee
Nigga I bring the painn
You thought shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon' change
Put a bullet in your brainn
Nigga at close range
Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin funny mangg
I'm about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
Better understan what I'm sayin,
What I'm sayin, I aint playin
I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
Crackers'll put ya in chains
Box'll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
That whole loose? is ill
You better crack the whip mang

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

[50 Cent]
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga, you
Go against the grain
I'll make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon' blamee
When shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your namee
You got down wit a gangg
O thirty-one blood
Ya'll niggas do your thang
You got 2 felonies
Fuck it, go out wit a bangg
Ya'll niggas wanna hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta talk
To take your bitch
One look was all it took
She seen the benz-o
She seen them T.Vs
And them big ol' chriz-omes
A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be your bottom hoe
Now your paper comin' slow
She feel like she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az
Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az

[Bun B]
I got one life to live
Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Hate-az tryin me
Hoes is a-bidein me
Media ride me
King a the underground
So the streets is steady hide-in me
Representin sure taste-az
The yay keep takin pride in me
Streets
Deciple slide-in me
Status reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards back
Tore em up, get em ready ta port
Put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill
Gorilla pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
It's me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife, and thats real
Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for treal (?)
I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even
knoin
Got you strippin and even hoe-in
You dont wanna let the pro in the door
This what we showin

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

[Repeat]

[50 Cent]
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?
Is your bitch your bitch all the time?
You done got your paper, now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everything'll be fine
Bitch!

[50 Cent talking over beat]
Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here
Huh bitch?
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

[Fades]