50 Cent

[fox69]

"I Smell Pussy"
(feat. G-Unit)

"I Smell Pussy"
(feat. G-Unit)



Son you smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy. Is that you Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
Y'all niggas is pussy
I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.
It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin' to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see
it's hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can't say I love you I dont know what that means
I'ma pimp.

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 2:]
When I first met her
I did anything to get her (what?)
Paid all her bills and filled the 'fridgerator (uh huh)
Reminiscin' on late nights when I try to lay up
but couldn't get off cause your baby would stay up
She even crashed the whip tryin' to switch in the third lane
That's when I realized this bitch was a bird brain
A pigeon writin' her baby pops in the box in the prison
Sing-sing is where he biddin'
She in the Gucci tights and Findi high heals
Baby wipes and cans of Infamil
Moter bike and grams of fish scale
It's a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills
Turnin' young niggas with princables to old men with debts
And all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex
All across the globe and the bitch head game was out of control

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

[Verse 3:]
I'm wonderin' when I'm gone if you'll miss me (miss me)
or do you miss the Don Perion and the Cristy
I'm fuckin' with you
I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes
Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs (come here baby)
Sweet heart your book smart and street smart (uh huh)
I knew you was my type from the very very start (yeah)
I'm into tongue kissin' and four play all day
Mama ain't home so the noise is okay
O.D.B you know he like it the raw way
Latex safe sex no hickeys on the neck
Now you learnin' (whoo)
The Lords blessin' makes me wiser as the world's turnin'
My tongue touch the right spot have your toes curlin'
Whether we're just kickin' it or sexin' (uh huh) I'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection (Yeah)
So when niggas make mistakes I correct them and
When niggas get out of line I check them man

[Chorus: (x2)]
Girl you know I like it when you climb on top
Love muscles feel tighter than a headlock
And you know I love the way you make the bed rock
Take me to extasy without taking Extasy

Yeah
Don't think I forgot about your fat ass though Irv
Runnin' around takin' pictures like you Puff Daddy and the family mothafucka
And that bitch Charli Baltimore bitch look like she died last week pale as fuck
Paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin' to impersonate Pink and shit bitch
Punk ass mothafuckas
All you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga
Ain't no mothafuckas leave her alone cause she a bitch fuck that nigga.
Fuck all of it but not you Ashanti baby you know how I feel about you baby (kiss) come on come here girl
Come on gimme some love girl
Fuck Irv Gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs]
You know they say I'm sexy now
Hey Irv your mama got a thing for me.

 

[fox69]

"I'll Do Anything"

"I'll Do Anything"


[Intro: 50 Cent]
This for the bitches nigga
I'll do - I'll, do, anything for you
I'll do, anything you want me to (I'll do do do-do do do do)
I'll do, anything (anything for you)

[50 Cent]
Me? I done been around the world six times (uh-huh)
A bad bitch in every part of the world's been mine (yeah)
But you can change me, baby you can change me
Oh shit, look, I'm already not the same, see? (ha ha)
Shorty you make me feel brand new
I'm not runnin game girl, I swear you do
You're too cold to hold and too hot to handle
Me and you girl, there's nuttin we can't do
You like girls, I like girls too, we got somethin in common
Now how the hell could that be a problem?
Shorty let's laugh, let's dance, let's drink, let's fuck
Right here, right now, shit, we only live once
I should not be reprimanded, I cannot be blamed
My lust on level 10; I'm tryin to get it in
I'll have you cummin down your candy walls
Get it wetter than Niagara Falls 'til you climax, that's all

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
They think, I'm a fool
Cause I'd do so many things, for you
I'll, do anything... I'll, do anything
But they don't know the reason
It's why I do all the things I do for you
I'll, do anything... I'll, do anything
I'll do

[50 - over Chorus]
Yeah yeah yeah
I do a lot bitch!
Ha ha...
I mean you should be in fuckin love with me
Look all this fly shit you got

[50 Cent]
I keep a bad bitch on deck (uh-huh)
We retro drinkin, yeah sippin Moet
Look man - my shawty got ass for days
I smack it, sit and watch it wave (uh)
When it's stress on my brain, the head games relax the pain
So good I get to buyin her thangs
Like tennis bracelets and chains, studs and diamond rangs
I'm givin her the finer thangs
That's why she don't complain
I kinda got her open mayne, I stroke that thang
On different ends of the globe
We international now, whoa

[Chorus]

[50 - over Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
You know niggaz sayin I'm crazy, right?
It's cool though
They don't know how we get down baby
Y'know?

[Outro: 50 Cent]
That's me and you, you know? (I'll do)
They ain't supposed to understand it (I'll do do do-do do do)
You know I say some shit I ain't supposed to say
but you know how I feel (I'll do)
I should be a asshole whenever I feel like it (I'll do)
After - look at the shit I bought you man (I'll do do do-do do do)
C'mon man, don't give me no headache man
You a bitch when you on your period, right? (I'll do)
Don't come at me with that bullshit man
(I'll do, I'll do do do-do do do)
Do anything for you girl!
I'll do... anything

 

[fox69]

"I'll Still Kill"
(feat. Akon)

"I'll Still Kill"
(feat. Akon)



[Chorus (Akon):]
Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (oh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I don't want, nigga but I will if I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Respect come from admiration or fear
You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig
You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap
So if a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal of infiltry, I'm built for this mentally
That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you
Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Hecklar Koch should tear half of your ass off
I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain
Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!

[Chorus (Akon)]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Where I'm from death is always in the air homie
Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon
Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on
Niggas know if not they better check my background
Try and stick me, I'll fill your back with mac rounds
Ask Preme nigga 50 don't back down
I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line boy I'm gonna air your ass out
Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout
Nigga I know you ain't mad, I done came up
And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't changed up
The O.G's wanna talk but I don't know these niggas
And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas
A minute of my time, get it 'cause I grind
All across the globe like the worlds mine
Yeah!

[Chorus (Akon)]

[Verse 3: Akon]
Konvict!
Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance
And seen a mac aimin' at your head man
Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscing and your body is drippin' and full of lead man
I done been there (uh huh),
I done cocked that (uh huh),
It ain't ever been a question about that
Don't go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that
You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, without a couple meta pieces under my feet
Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds
Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessee breeze, but 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
(Hey)
'cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
'cause I been long gone like the ripper, so..

[Chorus (Akon)]

 

[fox69]

"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy"
(feat. Young Buck)

"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy"
(feat. Young Buck)




[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
That the nine will jam right in my hand

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Hustler"

"I'm A Hustler"


Rule number one don't go against the grain
Rule number two give respect where respect due
Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
[gun click sound] the 45 will tear you out the frame
Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing
To me ain't nothin changed but the things my money bring
My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
Whos peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail
I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on chow lines
An old timer schooled me said don't burn bridges my friend
Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim
I watch the fifth melt a nigga on the sidewalk of New York
Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk
He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word
Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve

[chorus]
(Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack)
[Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler]
[3x]
[chorus]

Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine
Hate a liar more than I hate thief
A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality
The streets I know'em like my ABC's
Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's
Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's
Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me
If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride
I'm the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride
Letters on my shirt read DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY

[Chorus]

They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound
I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
See many men live baby and many men die
Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high
Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same friends always change
I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
You can get him in the face dog or down his back
All bullshit aside now its time to be honest
I fear no man for death is all thats promised
I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit
From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine
Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names
Skate to wait to date and the jake

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm All Turnt Up (Freestyle)"

"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

 

[fox69]

"I'm An Animal"

"I'm An Animal"


[INTRO]
Yeah,
This is gonna hurt you this time
Gon’ see if y’all niggas can survive to second round
You said what?!
It’s over boy!
It’s like a Murder Inc clearance sale…

[CHORUS]
Ask about me
They’ll tell you I’m an animal, an animal
You touch one of mines I’ll react like an animal, an animal
They say I have no conscience
I’ll kill if I have to, y’all
They say I’m an animal
Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go
Move on him like an animal

Nigga don't talk to me if you ain't in my bracket
100 mil, that's 60 after taxes
I was a little dirty nigga flipping my mattress
Sneakers fuck up til I started pumping packs, kid
Beefin' with the older niggas getting my ass kicked
Bought a little .380 I stopped all that shit
Back on that bullshit you know I’ve been on
Riding with the same 9 Tre used to kill Bon
Niggas dead serious, niggas though we was playin
Picture me laughing in the crib after Tre shot Wayne
Southside ain't southside without the team
Niggas starving I feed em they'll ride for me
When feds come, nigga shit gets funky
Irv love Preme he fittin' to be his bunkee
In a park full of kids, I pop of the mack
They see the flare from the nozzle and scatter like rats
I know the police is listening, this is for the D's
Me and Star was cool & I ain't hit Cheese
Signed a deal and made a mil before Bags got shot
Made 20 more 'fore Tah-Tah got knocked
Man this rap shit is me B, I got this locked
Treat it just like the block workout non-stop
I dazzle with the footwork, maneuver with the heat
Think boy or get your brains left in the street
Yeah the Stick-up Kids say it’s out the tax,
But I get your shines back for you homie, relax
I send my little shooters right at 'em with Gats
Hit 'em so hard they gonna send that back
You know I know who ran up in your crib
The first thing they do is holla at the kid
They say 50 fucked with us man, we poor need work
They need niggas like us to do their dirt.

[CHORUS]
Ask about me
They’ll tell you I’m an animal, an animal
You touch one of mines I’ll react like an animal, an animal
They say I have no conscience I’ll kill if I have to, y’all
They say I’m an animal
Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go
Move on him like an animal

[OUTRO]
Yeah
Nigga what?!
Get a good look nigga!
See the flash of my diamonds and shit nigga!
Hahaha
Ridin back since this shit cost more than yo momma house
You’re fucking playing with me nigga?
I came up hard nigga!
You already know what I’m about!
What?! Hahaha…
Aye,
Aye tell Preme
That if he send me a written apology
We can squash this shit
Naaww nigga…we ain’t squashing this shit

 

[fox69]

"I'm On It"

"I'm On It"


[Chorus]
I’m on it, I-I I’m on it
I blow a hundred million, make another hundred mill bitch
I’m on it, I-I I’m on it
I hustle hard, oh my God
Look at me I’m so rich
I’m on it, I-I I’m on it
My swag on a hundred, Yeah that fly shit I want it quick
I’m on it, I-I I’m on it
I’m always on point man I make niggas so sick

[Verse 1]
I’m chin chillin, crystal spillin’
Hip hop’s villain cause I’m makin’ a killin’
Niggas wan’ try me, I’m strapped with the lammy
If Jay’s illuminati, What am I? Am I Bugatti?
Ladi dodi, we like to party
Big 4 in the morning, go outside and catch a body
I ball full time nigga this is not a hobby
If you don’t know about me, better ask somebody
Yeah, I’m grimey, my wrist so shiny
My Audemar I blew a mill, I’m back to making money
My swag make her want me
Why else would she be on me
I bet she hardly want me? I think she want to blow
Lick me like a lolly, li-lick me like a lolly
Her ass ain't all that but her tits like dolly’s
Give me that punani, g-g-give me that punani
Now this is motivation make me want more money

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got it, black card in my wallet
Find me on locations with model bitches?
Fly shit I rock it, Tom Ford, exotic
Bitches on my dick now that I moved up out the projects
One for the money, two for the show
I’m ghetto like a muthafucker, what you didn’t know?
Took threes for my niggas gettin’ 8 hundred an O
Kush burn slow, I b-burn dough and sip Merlot like I’m on furlow
Fr-fresh up out the pen, I’m back at it again
Thumpin’ like the system in my new big body benz
Look I’m a Fat Joe, my neck glow
The lights hit the ice, its a special effects show
TInkle twinkle little star
No-one here knows who you are
Me I’m so big, notorious you dig
The paper’s no problem when ya fucking with tha kid

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Paranoid"

"I'm Paranoid"


[Intro]
The fuck son..
I'm tellin' you man..
You gotta watch these niggaz man..

[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat

[Verse]
We thought the coke and the dope'll help us escape poverty
When that didn't work we resorted to armed robbery
Yeah I done it but I ain't the one they say did it
Before my first verse my Benz had been kitted
I'm so hood, that's what the bitches like about me
She bob and weave she up and down she suck the life up out me
I tell you about my regimen I'm blowin' stacks stuntin'
The coldest shit I'm on it kid I blow a nigga frontin'
I'm dirty yeah I do that dirt I'm down to put that work in
I kick that door to get them bricks that eagle get to chirpin'
See the beam and your hit, nigga leakin' yeah screamin' and shit
Man shut the fuck up..

[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat

[Verse]
I had a dream niggaz got me
Woke up and niggaz shot me, I ain' slept in three days
My eyes red, somethin' wrong with my head
The mack stashed right under the pillow on my bed
It's not hot, why the fuck am I sweatin'
My heart beatin', I'm buggin', I reckon
Bitch don't move, it's dark, I might panic
Jus' sit still, I mean it, god damnit
My back against the wall, fuck the world I kill 'um all
Ain't a nigga too big or too small
Chop 'um down watch 'um fall, watch 'um bleed watch 'um crawl
Watch 'um bleed till they gone..

[Chorus]
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep
Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
Put one under my pillow, one under my seat
Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat
I'm paranoid..

[Outro]
I can't even fuckin' sleep, I'm paranoid
Bitch quit playin hand me my heat, I'm paranoid
I can't even rest my head, I'm paranoid
I'm finna leave me a nigga dead, I'm paranoid

What..
Niggaz ain't fuckin' with me..
I wish a nigga would..
I been takin' it easy on these niggaz mayne..
I been easy on 'um mayne..
I'ma turn it up now..
Yeah..

 

[fox69]

"If I Can't"

"If I Can't"


Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sitting on Lo Pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz know, yo, i'm loco
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"

(It's a wrap, nigga)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha