50 Cent

[fox69]

"Get The Money"

"Get The Money"


[Remake of Horace Brown's: "One For The Money"]

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! [kids ovation]
Guess what they tell me... [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!} [gunshot]

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
50!
I make it feel brand new! {DAMN!}
Guess what they tell me? [rewind]

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah! {"FOREVER KING"!}
50!
I make it feel brand new!
Guess what they tell me?
You make me feel... braaaand new!
Hahaa!
Fuck with me!
Yeah! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[50 Cent:]
It go one for the - money! Two for the dough!
Three for the pimpin' now early with the hoes.
Four for my niggaz runnin' around with .44's (yeah!)
Reppin' that five all the way live [gunshot]
I got a style that reign supreme! - Bentley made to lean!
Pull up say what up, make a major scene!
Stunt! - Flash the cream, nine laser beam,
It's hard to miss your team; jus' follow that dot, then pop! [gunshot]

[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy...

One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) ([EMINEM:] WHOOO!) {DAMN!} [gunshot]

[50 Cent:]
I'm a SouthSide nigga you can come through and ask for me
Systems thumpin', pumpin', 2Pac blast for me. [blast]
Cali show me love! (come on!) - But me I'm from the East;
I'm guessin' I'm bi-costal, when I'm on Dre beats! [scream] (yeeeah!)
I get paper! Stack paper! Blow paper! (AAHHHH!)
Make paper! Take paper! I'm major! (YEAH!)
I cake up, new Jacob, nigga wake up!
Your old straight up! - Pay up; or get sprayed up! (whooo!) [gunshot]

[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
M-O-N-E-Y, it's all good with meeee (It's all good with me too, baby!)
Finally I can afford - the life of luxuryyyy. (Let's get it! Let's get it!)
And I remember in the daaaay; MAMA - had to work so haaard (Ahh man!)
Just to pay the rent! - All the money spent!
Had to get another job! (And another job!)
Now we're living in a - eight room mansion, hmm-hmm on the hiiill. (We grew up, I blew up!)
And we sipping on, sippin' on Champagne, oooohhh, when we chill, hmmmmm! (Rock with me, come on!)
And we riding - the Lex, Coupe, Beamer! Yeeeaahhh; and the Benz. (Bi'-Bi'- Big Benz!)
All over the wooooorld from the East to the WestCoast,
We're making eeeeends! (Haha!) - See, we do it!

[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money, yeah!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches] (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) - Honeyyy... [scratches]

One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Hmmmmm! - Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Hahaaaa?)
Here we gooo! (Here we go!) [police sirens]

[Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
The show it's what we live fooor cause we - love to siiiiing
[both] We gonna freak you up and down! (Hahaaaa!)
It's how we do our thiiiiiing, (Yeah!)
And to the ladies in the house tonight
Looking flyyyyy you got it right! (Lookin' good baby!)
It's gonna be an after partyyyyy,
And I've got to have somebody, and take 'em to my
Eight room mansion [blast] - on the hill (Wooohooooo!)
We'll be sipping champaaaagne, sippin' on Champagne - when we chiiiill (Big money, big money, come on!)
And we're riiiiding, oohhhhh! The Lex, Coupe, Beamer - and the Benz (What we ridin' in!) [scratches]
All the players from the East (Hahaaaa!) to the WestCoast
We're making ends; oooooohhhhh! This is why we do iiiiiit... [scratches]

[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money! Get the money!)
Two for the shoow! (It's showtime!)
Three to get the honeyyys! (Whassup baby?)
Here we gooo! (Yeah! Go!) [scratches] - Honeyyy...

One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!) [scratches]
Two for the shoow! (Yeah!) [scratches]
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation] - Hoooowwww we do iiiiit!

One for the moneyyyy! (Get the money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! - Till we do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Take money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [gunshot] - Oooooohhhhhh!

One for the moneyyyy! (Big money, money, money, money!)
Two for the shoow! Threeeeeeeee, yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaah!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Get money, money, money, money!)
Here we gooo! [kids ovation]

[Bridge: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
Why we siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing? - Why we siiiing? (Oh, this is my favorite part!)
It's the joy it briiiings! - Joyyy it briings! (Yeah!)
You know that you like our styyyle
The reason whyyyyy, yeeeeeeeaaaaah!
(You gotta hear me when this shit's playin', when I'm in the shower man!)
The reason why we do what we doooo!
(You walkin' with me big man!) See we got a love - for the music!
Simple as one - two, three, sing it! (Ooooooooohhhhhhh!)

[Chorus: Horace Brown (50 Cent)]
One for the moneyyyy! (YEAH!) [gunshot]
Two for the shoow! - Do iiiiit!
Three to get the honeyyys! (Yeah!)
Here we gooo! - Doooo iiiiiiiit! (You gon' respect this man!)

One for the moneyyyy! - Yes, we do! [beat fades out]
Two for the shoow! - Ooooooooohhhhhh! (This is that shit right here!)
Three to get the honeyyys! [scratches]
Here we gooo! - Weeeeeeeee dooo it! [scratches] [beat stops] {LET'S GO!}

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Maaan...
You gonna be able to play this tape... until I hear this shit comin' outta every car, man!

 

[fox69]

"Get Up"

"Get Up"


[Intro]
Man I finna do my thang (get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up!)
Trust me homie I'm not playin (get up!)
I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
And a little New York hate, it's all of the above
I'm not playin, I said I'm off the chain
You niggas better follow instructions, I said (get up!)

[Verse 1]
I bought two all fours, stunt till I drive
'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot
You buy a bottle, I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
When I get into it, I get into it
Everybody can't do it the way I do it
I make it rain, till the sun come out
A nigga playin, we make the guns come out
Now, my question is who they gon' blame
When I'm back number one on the Billboard again?
Shit shift now, the game done changed
Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain
I guess I made the kids want slang
And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang
Nah, it's just music man, it's just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it

[Hook]
I have the South warfare
I'm the reason everybody here, I say (get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
I'm gettin money man, I really don't care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!)

[Verse 2]
Yeah lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos
You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive
See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside
I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round
Switch gears till you won't come down
I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn
Just how a nigga earn, I got money to burn
While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me
It's up and down and up and down gracefully
Rick James would've said She a Brick House
But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout
I find out she like it how I like it, huh
Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung
Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good
She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, nigga what up?

[Hook]
I have the South warfare
I'm the reason everybody here, I say (get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin? I really don't care, I said (get up!)
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say (get up!)
I'm gettin money man, I really don't care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up!)

[Outro]
And get into it
You're now rockin with the Unit, I say (get up!)
And get into it
We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up!)
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up!)
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Like A Motherfucker (Freestyle)"

"Ghetto Like A Motherfucker (Freestyle)"


[Verse 1]
Imagine I was broke right now
Saying damn, where my friends go
Cat burgler style, I'm coming through your window
Bitch I'm so focused, nigga I'm so focused
Slim chance I'ma go back to killing roaches
Be quiet, you can hear the rats in the wall
Make you want to pump crack til you stack racks
The dope bring the dough in, shawn sister, she hoeing
Like Brenda with her baby, she six months, she showing
For 50 should suck that, for a buck you could fuck that
And you thinking she nasty, but niggas is nasty
Dice game shake em up, praying for a six
The wolves out there hungry, they looking for a lick
Sun down to sun up, they looking for a come up
10-30 in progress right in your projects
They boosting, you like Gucci, they got it
Spot it, and every other high end product
I put you on, my man's man, got a credit card scam
Come through later, I'ma plug you in fam
Niggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator
Now I'm pissed cause I'm starting to smell like this player
My little man get bread, I tell you what he doing
He bag up for days till cocaine in his urine
His momma got bills he avoiding the eviction
He play lookout and warn niggas when the dicks coming

[Hook]
You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker
You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthafucker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthafucker

[Verse 2]
Mikey put his foot to a bitch ass on some pimp shit
10 hoes, 10 g's a night, niggas getting rich
Any nigga get out of line, I got 'em
Southside across my back, I'm from the bottom
All a nigga need is a block and a connect
And a box of 9mm's to load in the tech
The beef all gravy, a nigga half crazy
You pull it, better bang it
Cause niggas will bring it
That kush moving faster than crack, nigga its burning
Now move a couple pounds of that, now you're earning
Stack paper on every flip, get the whip
Than get a new bitch and forget the one you with
She said she could do bad all by her damn self
Nigga let her do bad all by her damn self
A bitch'll tell when the pigs come
Won't even try to make bail when the pigs come
Just let her do her own thing

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Qua Ran"

"Ghetto Qua Ran"


[talking]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time

[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again

Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow motherfuckers I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects working for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freely I thought of names of guys who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fucking Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks

[Chorus]

That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
throughtout my struggles in the hood, I started learning
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burning
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facing
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason
A lot of niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizing, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion

[Chorus]

Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey
Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Coming up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see players in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will

 

[fox69]

"Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)"

"Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)"


[talking]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time

[Chorus]
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again

Yo, when you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks

[Chorus]

That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion

[Chorus]

Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Girls Go Wild"
(feat. Jeremih)

"Girls Go Wild"
(feat. Jeremih)



[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
(Give it to 'em)
Give it to 'em [x4]

[Jeremih:]
Don't do much talking, I just check 'em with the D
Got 'bout 3, 4 bad, bad bitches in the tub waiting for me
Oh, my favorite so damn cold, her name Elise
Say she got a man, but she can't stand that he's a zero

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Bitch, I'm the man, I love her belief
Bet she catch her hands, all all over me
Yeah, gon roll up a leaf
Get you high as Nasa, carefull with ya asses

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
I only want bad (give it to 'em)
Whatever on tab (give it to 'em)
I'm a spend a little more change at the bar,
Tell the DJ to run it back

Give it to 'em
Give it to 'em
Give it to 'em
(Give it to 'em) [x4]

[50 Cent:]
50 Cent got that shit that made them "girls go wild, girls go wild"
My shit knock in the club and it make them "girls go wild, girls go wild"
From the front to the back let me kick it "girls go wild, girls go wild"
I got them macking like they're rocking to my old shit "girls go wild, girls go wild"

[50 Cent:]
She want me to trick, I think this pussy one for me
She seen my watch and all the rocks on top of my new pinky ring
Understand I'm out here in these street
Get out of line tryin' to take mine
I get at you with the heat, boy
Girl, my swag is I'll, friends I blew a couple G's
Shorty bad, I bet ya she's a freak
She might bring a friend if she want something to eat

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
I know they want that (give it to 'em)
Whatever on tab (give it to 'em)
I'm a spend a little more change at the bar,
Tell the DJ to run it back

Give it to 'em
Give it to 'em
Give it to 'em
(Give it to 'em) [x4]

[50 Cent:]
50 Cent got that shit that made them "girls go wild, girls go wild"
My shit knock in the club and it make them "girls go wild, girls go wild"
From the front to the back let me kick it "girls go wild, girls go wild"
I got them macking like they rocking to my old shit "girls go wild, girls go wild"

[50 Cent:]
Smoke purple shit and it slow me down, down, down
I sip brown shit 'till my head spin round, round, round
Shorty says she wants me, you know what's up
Might pop a pill before we fuck
Basicly we all turned up, all the way turned up
First it's Fifty you know you so strong,
That it's 'Tell me how you go so long? '
Non-stop, please can we take a break
She said "I need water, I need water"
I don't need no crowd round when I'm performing,
No TV, no lights, no camcorder
I let the world know I'm a bedroom star
Ya boy a freak, I always go hard

[Jeremih (50 Cent):]
I only want bad (give it to 'em)
Whatever on tab (give it to 'em)
I'm a spend a little more change at the bar,
Tell the DJ to run it back

Give it to 'em
Give it to 'em
Give it to 'em
(Give it to 'em) [x4]

[50 Cent:]
50 Cent got that shit that made them "girls go wild, girls go wild"
My shit knock in the club and it make them "girls go wild, girls go wild"
From the front to the back let me kick it "girls go wild, girls go wild"
I got them macking like they rocking to my old shit "girls go wild, girls go wild"

50 Cent got that shit that made them "girls go wild, girls go wild"
My shit knock in the club and it make them "girls go wild, girls go wild"
From the front to the back let me kick it "girls go wild, girls go wild"
I got them macking like they rocking to my old shit "girls go wild, girls go

 

[fox69]

"Got Me A Bottle"

"Got Me A Bottle"


[Chorus]
We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
Long as I can spend the whole night with you

Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle)
Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle)
Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut shorty (got me a bottle)
Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle)
E&J sippin' (got me a bottle)
Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle)

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi
Wit' a model at a party
I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly
See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad
Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag
Your performance will determine the price
See if you fuckin' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice
And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you
But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
That ain't got a care in the world
I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl
Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin'
New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern
What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin'
Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin'
I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man
If I smack you in your face you get funny man
Ha ha

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Get Mine"

"Gotta Get Mine"



If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE

You know how drought feel, fiends around niggas ain't got work
Stains from my roaches, grape drink on my t-shirt
Blowin whites back and forth, beef boy was on the block
Niggas watchin bootleg flicks in the barber shop
Tony he was up in it, talkin bout dis and dat
Sayin niggas owe him money they gon' pay him or get clapped
Man when it come to the bread niggas know what im about
Nigga owe me 7grams I'm tryna air his ass out
Call the connect four times this nigga ain't callin back
All of sudden hes pumpin now dat niggas ain't got crack
Banks in the projects fuckin wit bitches that fuck bitches
Tryna get by her to give her sumtin in her momma kitchen
This rap shit just came to me son its like I be havin visions
After being shot the fuck up I make better descisions
I sat-back taught my soldiers how to re-act
El took my trey pound and blew blacks heart out his back
The beef don't mean nuttin to me son I'm always in drama
Shit I say in my rap is real I put that on my momma
Say a prey before I sleep, lord bless me wit sum cake
And if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul he take

If I can't eat man if I cant shine
Its just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin round wit my nine (its fucked up)
Cuz I GOTTA GET MINE

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Make It To Heaven"

"Gotta Make It To Heaven"


[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

[50 Cent]
Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked
An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that
U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
An get guns away in the hood like government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak
In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars
So I switch up whips to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
An make it wet niggaz if you round me son

[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

[50 Cent]
When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass
Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down
Then sprayed I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call, 50 what up?
U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy
Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail
Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail
Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib
Man social service finis' come and take dem kids

[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

[50 Cent]
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage
to change the things I can, but wisdom to know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
That's the credit put in your head when you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up in the Penz
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends
Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol
In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy
Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies
See it might be his, an it might be yours
Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores
Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You got to tell me, you feelin this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit

[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

 

[fox69]

"Green Lantern"

"Green Lantern"


[gunshots]
50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick
Feel this... (non stop) ... [gunshots]
Motion picture shit hahahaha

[50 Cent]
Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular
I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha
Catch ya slippin' i'ma give you what I got for ya
My clip loaded wit' 16 shots for ya
Ever had a hot gun on your waist and blood on your shoes
'Cause a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you
Homie you ain't been through what I been through
You not like me and I'm not like you
I'm like a animal wit' it when I spit it it's crazy
Got semi-autos to put holes in niggaz tryna play me
One shot is not enough you need at least an Uzi to move me
After four bottles of Dom the kid start feelin' woozy
I write my life you write what you seen in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me
I found my space at the top I got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you you heard of me I murder you
Spit shells through your convertible
Lowest you notice?
Rich or poor hollows still go through your door, this is war
You scared of me you not prepared for me the kid is back
50 Cent... I know you like that
Yeah, I know you like that

Green Lantern... Shady Records...
Anger Management Tour... homie...

Yeah [gunshots]