50 Cent

[fox69]

"My Gun Go Off"

"My Gun Go Off"


[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

[Verse 1:]
F**k Boy you can see it to believe it
Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
Believe me its easy
I'll hurt you, I'll merk you, I'll pop summin'
Drop summin', I ain't gonna stop hunting
Run run till you're spun
One shot One gun
One-9...
1-1 emergency,
It's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger
No mistake for that cake
I'm hitting you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim,
For the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang,
Nigga shit ain't a game
Do the math or get blast
Bullets go through the glass
Go through your ass fast
And the leather seat sitting Ave.
Its not a war when there's casualties on one side
I ride
Turn it up on you niggas after Jake ride by
I click-clack thats that I don't flash, I mash
I wave the Uzi at 'em,
I make a movie out 'em.

[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

[Verse 2:]
You better lose yourself in the moment
Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go
You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
At you hat, you back, you ass crack, you nut sack.
Your Cadillac if you make it to that,
I'm hitting that
The 70's was smack
The 80's crack.
The 90's was grimey
Millennium mac man
Clips on the whips I ride in 'em
Bad bitches I ride inn 'em
Don't worry I'll get 'em
Gat Jammed or un-jammed
God dam Safest the safety don't work
Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
End up faced down in the dirt
More than hurt,
Bring the beef where you hang out,
Bang out,
Shots ring out.
Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out.
Hit your homies in their legs,
Bet they have their canes out tomorrow
You know tomorrow's just a day away,
If you can keep your heart beatin' then your ass awake.

[Chorus:]
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm trying to merk you,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm tripping'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leaving niggas hurting,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

 

[fox69]

"My Life"
(feat. Eminem & Adam Levine)

"My Life"
(feat. Eminem & Adam Levine)



(That's what I think he said...)
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
All the confusion, it's an illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide,
No matter how hard I try

Yeah, '03 I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
Man their emotions change so I can never trust a bitch
I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dick
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
Cause I'm not writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money's evil look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to
I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepreneur
Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver, what's it to you?
The track I lace it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback kid

My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
All the confusion,
It's an illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide,
No matter how hard I try

While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fucking shed sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spa-get-even?
I think you fucking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the
Motherfucking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other end of 'em then plug them, motherfuckers in each
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fucking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit
Fuck letting up, you're gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about the same
Motherfuck everybody that's up in this bitch, but 50!
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn out like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I'm running in circles with

My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
All the confusion,
It's an illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide,
No matter how hard I try

I haven't been this fucking confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning like Shady (hah)
> Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Tryna say this ain't classic, get your ass kicked
Mad quick, wrap your head up in plastic
Pussy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it
This a gift God given like the air in the lungs
Of every fucking thing livin'

My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
All the confusion,
It's an illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide,
No matter how hard I try

 

[fox69]

"Nah Nah Nah"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"Nah Nah Nah"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



Got the shotgun
Got the handgun
Got the paper in my nike box
Burn the haze up
You better raise up
Before you get ya punk ass shot

[Hook:]
We hunt them down
We gun them dowm
Cut em down to the floor, nah nah nah
Don't fuck around, the tre pound
That's 6 rounds for the raw, nah nah nah
We on the trip, fuck up a flip
100 grams of the raw, nah nah nah
We on this shit, we spit a clip
That your whip home boy? nah nah nah

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah I run the town like a marathon
Trackstar, trapstar
Teflon shock plate, front and back hah
P90 Ruger talk,.38 Special flow
Hollow tip, hottest shit, flyest nigga in New York
C-4 in the [?] in the bomb, niggas fronting
I got it like they want, so they hating when I'm stunting
I'm hot now, I'm bigger than the block now
Rolls drop, top down
Lambo, top down
Violate, get shot down
I live by the codes you follow
I jooks some nigga 'fore I beg or borrow
I come from the street where there's strong and there's weak
And when the strong hungry, the weak something to eat

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
This rap shit is fake if you really wanna ask me
I'm in the projects with a bitch like Cassie
Drop top Mayback, the roof all glassy
Level two vest on cause niggas wanna blast me
I'm a menace to society, that's what the judge said
My kinda money leave the DA and the judge dead
Shorty turned 5 and he rep that 5
Shorty just turned 6 and he rep that 6
I got my crack and my four four
The four in the morning
Gas up the truck, fuck global warming
My money be foreign, my cars be foreign
It's pedal to the metal in them Air Force Jordans

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Yeah
Four bitches in the european whip
Set it off like Cleo
Haitian bitches talking Creole
Rappers is feeding them all
Triple header, christmas day
Navy blue Phantom Ghost
Box for the pistol play
Why comrade Mary overdose on MJ?
Why Big ain't have a bullet proof truck like me?
Why the club shot up?
What the fuck you expect?
They don't search niggas buying bottles at Juliet!
Yeah I just left Southside, I'm to the borough west side [?]
Money team to the dream, haters trynna strategize
We work hard, they say it come easy
Bitch blow me in the coupe, yeah I cum easy

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"New Day"
(feat. Dr. Dre & Alicia Keys)

"New Day"
(feat. Dr. Dre & Alicia Keys)



[Intro]
It don't take much strength to pull a trigger
But try and get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let's see 'em try that
Then we'll see who's the real tough guy
The working man is the tough guy

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...

[Verse 1: Dr Dre]
I woke up this morning thinking 'bout the old me
When I was feeling like, Miller Lite and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I'm getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It's probably why my only competition is myself
From today to tomorrow
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, though I ain't forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin', uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif' still in this biz, bitch
We going the distance with you party people, come on

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the church floor, pray it get better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it gets ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I'm on automatic pilot, ain't nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty ain't filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride, I don't hide, I dump to get 'em off of me
I'm a leader, good to see the natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I'm from the bottom
Soon as I spot 'em I get to drop 'em
I got 'em I cut my piece and I dot 'em
It's dinner time when the 9 come out
It's off the chain off, off the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...

[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
Clocks on the wall
It's now or never at all
I'm gonna give it my all, oh
Whether I rise or fall, oh

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
True story, I said I'd get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, trying to stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music, music my first love
We paper chasin', I'm always coming in first, cuz
I'm built for it, see I'm better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I'm coming to get ya
I got to win, Em watch and Dre watch and my son watching
Fuck that, losing ain't an option
I'm sharp I'm on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I'm back on my A-game
I'm focused, for me this is just another victory
Except that I'm stronger than an ox now mentally

[Hook: Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say, "Ay,
It's a new day, it's a new day"
The world is gettin' ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day,
Celebrate and say ay ay ay...

 

[fox69]

"Niggas Be' Schemin'"
(feat. Kidd Kidd)

"Niggas Be' Schemin'"
(feat. Kidd Kidd)



[Intro: Male speaks]
Nah, nah, nah! Look here, nigga!
Here's what the fuck you gotta do, you gotta... CLEAN this mothafucka! [gun cocks]
Make sure this don't fuckin' jam, man!
You're a fuckin' criminal, man, ya heard?
Bet' y'all spilt somethin' on it, nigga.

[Chorus: 50 Cent {Kidd Kidd}]
Niggas be schemin', - fiendin'...
They cut your jooks, they off the hook;
I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!)
I'm ridin', leanin', they dreamin'...
They do me dirty if they could,
I'm lookin' like I wish you would! (I wish you would!)
{Try me, go 'head! - Try me!} [gun cocks]
Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'...
{Try me, have you hooked to I-V!} [gun cocks]
Niggas be schemin', - dreamin'! {huuuuuhh!}

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Mad niggas wan' do me dirty, I'm fresh out the tub! (I'm fresh out the tub!)
You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug.
Man, I wake up huggin' my bitch;
One with the extended clip, not the one that I'm with;
Uh! [gun cocks] - If you all made men, then you know shit real;
They got change on the mic', I ain't tryna see 'em killed!
I told 'em that's my cause, I don't wanna see nothin' happen to him, (word!)
Cause when I start spittin' at him, I ain't rappin' to him. (huuuuh!)
Yeah, I'm jumpin' in that water like a DIVER
Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!)
These niggaz AIN'T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!)
I feel like 50, - hold "Power Of The Dollar"!
I told my nigga give me one of them bulletproof trucks;
I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up.
I'm lookin' at the nigga lettin' off [3 shots]
Wait until you finish the clip. - Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It sounds like a nightmare! - I graduated from fightin';
Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments.
See my baby blue Ferrari make 'em feel like the virus
In their stomach. - I keep it one hundred, I make 'em vomit!
Got a code name for straps: - "the sacks in the trumpet";
I get the blowin'. - Ya ears'll ring for days when I dump it!
My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don't talk to Narcs;
So the first 48 the clock tickin', the plot thickens!
The charge "cocaine possession", I'm creepin' with a fireaaarm;
The D's don't even wanna see me - with a firearm.
'Fore I go back again, I'm a let it off!
They ain't gotta pop first, fuck that! I'm a set it off.
I need a mental eval, something's wrong with my brainwaves;
I'm rich as a motherfucker, still ridin' with a A-K!
Picture me comin' through, lettin' a nigga play me
When I got all this bread. - Bitch it's off with ya head! - ASAP! (ASAP!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
I had to be slippin' to let this clown hit me UP;
Now I got to walk around with this shit bag for MONTHS!
Now I don't give a FUCK 'bout a bitch or a nigga
Startin' to treat my own brothers like they're just another nigga!
My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger;
Condom on my heart. - Mother-fuck your feelings!
They call me "Superman", see? I ain't 'posed to walk;
Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork - OFF!
[50 Cent] See they ain't real as they seem and they schemin',
They fiendin' and dreamin', they geekin' and creepin'!
They hear tires screechin', - infrared beamin'!
Niggaz head leakin', what the fuck was he thinkin'?
Sounds of police, momma signin' new leases,
You know you got to relocate her when you beefin'!
I guess you're here for a real reason,
Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain't fuckin' breathin'! - Uhh!

[Chorus] [beat fades-out]

 

[fox69]

"Non Stop (Street King Energy Track #4)"

"Non Stop (Street King Energy Track #4)"


Now I don't get along with these niggas anyway man
I wish a nigga...

[Verse 1:]
You niggas won't believe I got the shooters to your shot
You think you're built for bumpin' heads with me well nigga you're not
This'll be the last time I try to fucking warn you
Next time your ass out of line, bitch I'm on you
Nigga that security you got ain't getting paid
Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade
You fucking hesitate you gonna need first aid
My blade'll turn a line man into a feather weight
Who me? I wanna warn you motherfuckers ain't seen nothing like me
Still looking for a juxs and my wrist so icy
I tell the homies these niggas is full, eat 'em
They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need 'em
Take it off, tell that sucker "take it off"
They ain't come up how we came up, man they niggas so soft
Half man half dog man my niggas sense fear
Brought 'em here in a Lear to take your Audemere

[Hook:]
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you're blown away
I make it so hot nigga my glock
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away

[Verse 2:]
Don't get coffee with me pussy I told you before
It's outlaw, lawless I fuck you up regardless
Niggas say they be work in I wanna see what they saying
Put that work in without a mans, bring me that nigga, chain him
ATL BET we can AR in the park
Make the parking lot sound like an Iraq war
Feel the mood change when I step through the door
Go head make me fuck you up that's what we came here for
Gym star, carve you up nice
Have so much fun I wanna do it twice
That's my bitch on the pole
You tipping she's stripping
I'm known for tripping
I just slapped the clip in
599 Ferrari state dipping
Cash getting, brick flipping
Straight clip in, good ghetto living
Big better vision
Bigger plans for a bigger bed to get in

[Hook:]
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you're blown away
I make it so hot nigga my glock
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away

[Outro:]
Yeah, ya'll see me laying low, I got so much shit to say
I'm a play, we gonna spar from now to the fight
You understand how this goes down right?
You seen this movie before, this a rerun
'Fore what we call it? We call it Get Rich Or Die Trying
Huh, D12 niggas that time
Nah nah nah, we call it the massacre.
We did 10 million that time
What we gonna call it?
Huh

 

[fox69]

"Not Rich, Still Lyin' (The Game Diss)"

"Not Rich, Still Lyin' (The Game Diss)"


[50 Cent talking]
This mic on?
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to thank you for coming out tonight for the screening of my new film
"I'm Not Rich I'm Still Lyin'"
It's 50 Cent starring as Game, it's sorta biographical
Hope you enjoy yourselves

[Verse 1]
50 callin me crazy
I might be just maybe
I'm gangsta I'm trippin
The O2 I'm sippin
Fuck 50, fuck Dre, fuck N.W.A
Man I'm Hurricane Kane (Damn this nigga changed)
I brought the west back I write the best raps
(But what about Snoop?) Snoop shit ain't all that
And I get baddest bitches man I even fucked Mya
(I fucked her 1st Game) 50 you a liar
See that's why I hate you; you think you know me
I'ma tell everybody you shot my homie
Hope the police get you and you go to jail
Feds fix your account so you can't make bail
Hope everybody ?? G-Unit go to hell
Wit Eminem, Obie , Stat Quo and D-12
So what I was on change of hearts so what I was a stripper
So what I never banged I'm from Compton nigga

[Hook: repeat 2X]
Now horror films they scare me
I watch action films very rarely
When it's comedy or it's drama
It's starrin me no problem

[Verse 2]
Gggggg-Unot I got my own shoe (Game that shit ain't gon' sell)
So the ad's in the magazine nobody can tell
(Good luck wit yo next album man I hope it does well)
You tryna be funny, D-Mack got all my money
And Jimmy robbin me, he listenin probably
Me and Fase had a fall out he really not my brother
We got the same father but we got different mothers
Now Suge punked Dre but he don't punk me
I won a vibe award this year nobody punched me
(Game you know I wrote that hook for Hate it or Love it)
So what its still on my trophy case I think I love it

[Hook]

[50 Cent talking over hook]
Yeah; it's 50
New album, July 18th
It's called "I Can't Stay Away"
Y'all thought I was gonna let y'all eat?
Naw nigga

[Outro]
OH!!! This is too much fun man
Hey... hey nigga I seen yo lil DVD nigga
Is that all you got? I mean newsflash: nobody believes you
Then you say you woke up out a coma two- thousand and one
well yo brother says you never were in a coma
Then you say you were in a gang; well yo brother says you were never in a gang
Now you can get your records together and you can submit 'em to me
I mean you can send the records you have to me so I can...open...
ya album budget, your recording budget
You gotta send your music to the boss.... that's me the boss
Yeah....it's B-Unit G-Unit that's it that's all
I rule wit a iron fist
Cocksucker

 

[fox69]

"NY"

"NY"


{"SMS, Audio"}

[50 Cent]
Call me 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.

You gon' cause my next felony fuckin 'round, I get the Mac blowin
My heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
The crack gon' show you the barrel, get my jack on
I'm hungry eatin off plates we bag packs on
Gran turismo, Masi', I just lame back on 'em
Stack on 'em, yeah rack after rack on 'em
Ghetto pharmacist man so I'm cuttin the smack for 'em
Pot bubblin yola, I cook that for 'em
Nigga get in the way I'll bang the strap on him
Then line up the wolves and scream "Attack!" on 'em
I'm cool, I'm tryna keep cool, 'til I snap on 'em
I'm comin for a nigga HEAD when I black on 'em

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's 50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.
50, yeah call me Ferrari, call me New York
My alias, my name change; nigga I ain't playin games
New York, for short call me N.Y.
New York, for short call me N.Y.

[50 Cent]
I hate when you niggaz do shit then make me ask why
If you the homie why you won't go and testify?
Why you wanna see a nigga get the chair and fry?
I'll grow old in the yard starin at the sky
Why you hurt your friends more than your enemies?
And why you don't sit and stroll through your memories?
Why is the question I ask
Shit was all good when you were splittin up stacks
That shit you told the people got 'em under an axe
Now why, would you wan' do some shit like THAT?
When that barrel on yo' forehead, don't ask why
Shhh, quiet, close your eyes and die!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"O.J."
(feat. Kidd Kidd)

"O.J."
(feat. Kidd Kidd)



[Hook: 50 Cent]
Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I'm pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
I'm smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I'm now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer; Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a nigga the jitters
I don't give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I'm kind of thinner but Goddam you're jeans are slimmer
I don't want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I'm a G Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Proly sue you when you hit them
See I'm not what you used to
I ain't soo woo, I ain't crippin'
I'm a rider gang nigga
We gonn get it where we fit it

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a new bitch that's so bad
Yeah she don't know what she doin'
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I'm like boooing!
I won't hit and I won't tell
So I don't wanna flip a coin
I don't kiss it, I don't tell
So her close friend she can join
They don't call me from the pens
That's to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing
Get a rider gang, it's still glowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing
And the Lambo ain't got no top
It ain't summer yet but it's hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
And you see the bitches I got
You better believe it's real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

[Hook]

[Kidd Kidd:]
MJG, bitch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singing like Akon
Her shatter, like I do head on
Bitch my life right and you niggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
I'm gettin' my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I'm bout to head home
Kim jong that's my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I'm at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I'm 'bout to do some catering

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Off & On"

"Off & On"


[Intro:]
Sprinkle a little 2Pac on it (It ain't easy bein' me)
I'm legendary I'm necessary
They call me Ferrari they call me 50
Call me big homie
Hah

[Verse 1:]
I got a bad bitch over the crib, I'm finna pop her off
Nigga call me in 30 I beat her and dropped her off
It's a quickie the ass and the lips are super soft
And to top it off, she topped me off
Niggas trynna front on my swag, knock it off
Put the strap to the back of your knot and knock it off
Homicide they have to come through, block it off
That's what they do after that choppa get to choppin' off (It ain't easy bein' me)
They say a nigga off, and nigga nigga off
I'm on the runway one way takin' off
I tell a chick, pay a pimp, bitch, break it off
I smack a ho, that ain't shit bitch, shake it off (It ain't easy bein' me)

[Hook:]
Off and on, these niggas be off and on
And it go (on and on and on)
And it go (on and on and on)
Off and on, me, I'm never off, I'm on
And it go (on and on and on)
And it go (on and on and on)
(It ain't easy bein' me)

[Verse 2:]
Go 'head and ask about 50's Ferrari, I never take a loss
I'm a boss, tell niggas to let it off, set it off
Diamond cloth, plush lawn, it's floss at all costs
God damnit it all costs, get it now, half off (It ain't easy bein' me)
Diamond stud show off, nigga's swag is so off
They stunt till I go off, the 6 hour blow off
My wahi mahi-mahi teriyaki I'm so cocky
Who the fuck out here to stop me, nigga haters sit and watch me
And it seem like it is but it's not the same man niggas ain't got what I got my man
Got a flow so pure like brick cocaine nigga bitch wanna be my secret man
Freaky thing you eat that thing, every now and then I beat that man
She tell a nigga not to say a thing, but I can't keep a secret man (It ain't easy bein' me)

[Hook]