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"Fire"
(feat. Nicole Scherzinger, Young Buck)

"Fire"
(feat. Nicole Scherzinger, Young Buck)



[Nicole] FI-RE~!!

[50 Cent]
I make it hotter... friction turns to fire
You want and desire... I'm comin to get you girl
That's right, that's right, it's on tonight
You're just my type, you're what I like
I bring that heat, you heard me right
Everywhere I go, go, LET'S GO~!
Somethin new it's another episode
Music bumpin, sweat drippin on the danceflo'
I like it when shorty get to backin it back
When she do it like that, I don't know how to act

[Breakdown: 50 Cent]
Now work it
Shorty grind it on me, that's perfect
I'll pay to play if it's worth it
My phone when you want me you can chirp it - if you work it

[Young Buck]
Let me take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it

[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that FIRE!! So hot I burn it down
Act like you already know
I got that FIRE!! Cause I'm the flyest chick around
You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire
So I'm might, ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire

[50 Cent]
I burn it down on stage, I make it hot
'Til the fire marshall come shut down the spot
I have the club jam packed everytime I rock
These other niggaz ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and Tupac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna party, you wanna freak be a freak
You wanna freak we can freak tell me where we should we meet
So you can

[Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Now are you really ready
I said, are you really ready
I make the temperature rise, now don't be surprised
I have the ice on, stuntin heavy
I got a helluva flow, you should already know
Sold over 30 million records already
It's the third time around, you know how I get down
I'm hands down, pound for pound, the best around

[Breakdown]
 
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"First Date"
(feat. Too Short)

"First Date"
(feat. Too Short)



[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
 
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"Flight 187"

"Flight 187"


[Intro:]
Till the day you die... if your one of the poor ones you just got to work hard

[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida

[Verse 1:]
They putting presure on me son now they want me to snap
End up like X and whitney in my mansion smokin crack
I'm paranoid I'm feeling like niggas is tryna get me
Forget the kids I'm shavin off my fucking head like britney
Man dre won't mix my reconds now I need to talk to jimmy
I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with the semi
Who's calling me it's Chris he's on the other line with diddy
But I don't want to talk right now my day is goin shitty
Why J rockin that erclie look isnt he from marcy?
They say hes growin dreads and hes talking like a yatti
Man everything is changing I don't understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings

[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida

[Verse 2:]
My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me
I'm laughin cause she kissed him in the mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him one of 50 niggas want to murk me
Niggas found my truck and broke it up out there in jersey
You can ask my son he'll tell ya my dads fucking crazy
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fucking hates me
Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me
I'll blow your fucking mind out if I told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left that why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would I dare a mothafucka try
You get at me and you can kiss your black ass goodbye

[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida

[Verse 3:]
My lawyers all contained as every month I give them stacks
Them pigs they want a semi if I murder like macks
Man I wasn't the shooter I was never on the scene
So if they do forensics then they will know it wasn't me
There's no need for a lie dictor I ain't sayin shit
The more you talk the higher chances you're doin a bid
Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case
They said they found the victim with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke to michael vick I told him I'm happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck
So you can back and shake it on the field to show them what's up

[Chorus:]
I'm on flight 187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
187
187
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
I'm a rida
Say I'm a rida
 
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"Flip On You"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"Flip On You"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Intro: 50 Cent]
50, uh
Schoolboy Q
Haha

[Hook: 50 Cent & Schoolboy Q]
Smiling...?
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Nigga, I'm the one that bought all them bitches out
Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, nigga
You gon' make me fill this clip for you
You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2
Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off
I believe in God, but cross my heart this knock go off
Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove
The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues
Live my life behind the rules
Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes
Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face
Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught
I guess my escape, nigga was fate
I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe
Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate
Get slumped in your drive way
You gon' make me hurt your boy
You gon' make me put that work in boy
You gon' make me get to murkin' boy

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast
She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash
Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand
Ghetto philosophy, watch me, I got a hundred scams
Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams
I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife
Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right
Niggas killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back?
What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that?
You wander, I travel, I have a destination
I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason
My style? It'll never die, boy I'm a model
You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you
Man on fire, hitman for hire
Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon' retire
Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires
What's up?

[Hook]
 
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"Follow Me Gangster"
(feat. G-Unit)

"Follow Me Gangster"
(feat. G-Unit)



[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!

I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me

[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Still walk around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003 banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes

[Chorus]
 
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"Follow My Lead"
(feat. Robin Thicke)

"Follow My Lead"
(feat. Robin Thicke)



[50 Cent]
Yeah... ladies and gentlemen~!
I'd like to thank y'all for comin out tonight
It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm

[Intro: Robin Thicke + (50 Cent)]
Girl when I go, where we go, I wanna take you 'round the globe with me
I got dough (ha ha) plenty baby you can blow with me
And baby I know (uh-huh) that money ain't ev-ery-thing
But it's fo' sho' (fo' sho, fo' sho') and ain't for nothin when you fuck, with, me
Now when I go

[Chorus: 50 Cent + (Robin Thicke)]
(Follow my lead)
Baby I can be all you need, if you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down, put your trust in me
Baby follow my lead (follow my lead)
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me
Follow my lead - follow my lead
I'm the one girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead

[50 Cent]
Don't listen to the rumors, they say 50 fuckin crazy
50 don't know how to treat a lady, they wrong
I like you a lot, I don't wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, I'll call you a bitch
Then hang up, probably call you right back and shit
And have to say, "Baby I apologize"
Cross my fingers, God forgive me for tellin lies
Like Janet Jackson said, I miss you much
I really wanna feel your touch, and smell your scent
Baby I can pass the day
Watchin you model lingerie
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty if it's okay
You can be my Beyonce, I'll be your Jay
Ha ha~! I got a great sense of humor
First I make you smile then I woo you, you know I wanna do ya
Or do ya?

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
After seven hours, New York to London, you're wonderin
What's gon' be the next stop - I told you
I'm a don, you gon' know I'm a don
After you shop 'til your feet hurtin in Milan
Now take a picture, these are moments you can cherish
They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask your fam about me, they say 50 we love him
Without them there's no me, so I love them
Man they're the reason I exist, the reason I insist
I'm never less than the best, I'm perfection I guess
As my niggaz are stressed, I pass the test
Everytime I drop, I'm burnin hot
So I don't care if she loves me or loves me not
Long as I enjoy the time that we spend
I ain't lookin for commitment, we can fuck and be friends
Matter fact, we can do it right in back of my Benz
I get it done with speed

[Chorus (with Robin Thicke ad libs)]

[more ad libs to fade]
 
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"Fuck Dat Bitch"
(feat. Dave Hollister)

"Fuck Dat Bitch"
(feat. Dave Hollister)



[Fifty talking]
If a bitch don't like me
somethin's wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch)

[Dave Hollister singing]
Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now?

[Fifty talking]
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know,
thats how this shit works, you know?
they supposed to love me now baby,
I'm hot now baby, I'm doin' it now.

[Chorus (Dave Hollister singing)]
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while
is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
Whoa...if money's gonna make me slam these hoes..then alright.

[Verse 1:]
Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons,
talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope, y
ou got a smile that only a fool would forget
and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit
there I was, kickin' my game
pickin' her brain
buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
but on the sidewalk we ain't play games
we exchanged numbers and names
I went back to the Range
I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' "I know that nigga, he rich"
she think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch
anyway, her name is CeCe
she said she go to BMCC
push a '98 328 with chrome BB's
she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya
they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World
Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit?
oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick?
nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'?
platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it
know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends
probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not
long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop
it goes on and on and on and it don't stop.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
One thing you can always count on is change
and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change
now it's hard to find us or stay behind us
while we on the 900 double R Hondas
watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
all these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World
you can find a material Girl
I sip Dom 'till I earl
take 'em two at a time
quick I get in they mind
have 'em thinkin' they mine
bust off then tell 'em "Bust a Uey, on mo' time"
I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year
got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here
c'mon..uh huh...c'mon.

[Chorus 2x]

[Dave Hollister]
Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on...get the fuck on...

[Fifty]
Yo, Shorty..tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us..aww
man...look...he ain't mean that shit..
c'mon thats just records..niggas is playin'..
we wasn't serious and shit..
 
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"Fuck You"

"Fuck You"


[Chorus: scratching]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" [3x]
Styles "I don't give a fuck" [3x]
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"

[Verse]
Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin'
I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin'
Comin' up, I was taught never back down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em
There's a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who's somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET'S GO

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic"
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain't come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede"
Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
Ha-ha

[Chorus (Different Variations)]
 
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"Fully Loaded Clip"

"Fully Loaded Clip"


[Intro]
High-speed Ferrari movement
3rd lane switching lanes, what's up?
Brooklyn, what's up?
For rock, what's up?

[Chorus]
While Jay and Beyonce was (mm mm), kissin'
I was cookin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
While Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you, boo"
I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit (yeah)
I got-I got a fully loaded clip

[Verse 1]
You want a problem with me? - no problem, it's all good
I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood
Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when you see me
I appear and disappear with the heater like Houdini
They parry with bullshit - get you ass popped
Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot
I'm in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms
Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn
I fire on you ass, them hollow-tips burn, baby burn
I'm screamin' "Fuck the cops!", 'fore I 'round my glock
Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box!
That's how P. got knocked, that's how jewl got drop
But Dre beat that nigga, go 'head, repeat that nigga
You might learn a little summin' if you learn to stop frontin'
My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in'
I'm runnin' with the Dope-man

[Chorus]
When Janet and Jermaine was (mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
When Puffy just tellin' Cam, "I love you, boo"
I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip

[Verse 2]
Have the dice game, I'm bet it all, you hear what I'm sayin'?
Take grand and I fall better nigga, I ain't playin'
I tryna git it, holla at me if you with it
And lace up the chuckas, with can motherfuckers
My stomach is growlin', they say that I'm willin'
I'm doin' my numbers, I'm gittin' violent
They hearin' me rap and they think that I'm playin'
Till they see the barrel and they see the flame
I need full co-operation man, give us the chain
The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain't playin'
I fire that thing, it sound insane
Holla, I got that nose candi mayne

[Chorus]
When Jeezy and Keysha was (mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
When Trina was tellin' Wayne, "I love you, boo"
she was just runnin' games, she told Buck that too
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip

[Outro w/ ad-libs "I got - I got fully loaded clip"]
Now nigga, let me show you what I do this right here!
Now, the rugger hold 16!
I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got that!
One in the head, 'til it fell!
I put another one in it the clip, I put it back!
Let the bullets burn!
 
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"Funeral Music (Cam'ron Diss)"

"Funeral Music (Cam'ron Diss)"


[Sample Intro]
The Business is entertainment
And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'll get him

[Verse 1]
You niggas should worship the ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on (It's king-pin)
50 don't call me nigga I don't wanna talk it out
The 40 cal'll hit yo' leg go on and walk it out
I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy
See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henny?
I'll send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase?
Zoe pound niggas they don't play
Buck stabbin niggas on camera and it's ok
Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away
Attempted murder, get a year on probation
Cam are you clear what you facin'?
You must ain't hear me, I done told you I'm a boss
I'm eatin good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross
Word on the street is, 50's not Jay
And Cam better stay out of his way

[Chorus]
Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long
Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone (Ha ha, that's fucked up!!!)
When they say he's gone (Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, he dead)

[Verse 2]
Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid
This is graveyard music right here ya dig?
This is not competition this is murder
Career endin, mind bendin, Southside ya finished
Now look niggas laughin at Cam down on Lennox
They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it
I have eighty of them boys with black flags, come through with black mags
And have you niggas zipped up in black bags
For a second he was hot now he cold
I apply pressure on niggas until they fold
But never mind me, man that's just how it be
The game got me trained they call me the hustle man
And like fame, my style will live forever
They thought I crossover, cause they don't know no better
I think they think I'm laxed now cause I got the cheddar
Till I return back bustin trust me it's nothin (OHHH!!!!)

[Chorus]
Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on (Hold On)
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long (Ha Ha!!!)
Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone
When they say he's gone (It shouldn't have to be like this man!!!)

[Outro]
DipSet! Cam stay up! I'm not gonna destroy DipSet...
Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss, of DipSet!!!
And Juelz is the Capo (He's gone) Cam's demoted to soldier...
We like Jimmy better anyway!! Ballin'! Come on man
What's the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin
Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! (He's gone)
Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me!!! OHHHH!!!!
 
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