50 Cent

[fox69]

"Officer Ricky (Go Head, Try Me)"

"Officer Ricky (Go Head, Try Me)"



You think you know me? (Officer Ricky)
Nigga, You don't know me! (Officer Ricky)
50... ayo! C-O!

I put a razor thru ya face
I put a nine on my waist
I cock the shotty just in case
I pump nothin but bass
I put a pint of blood in the whip
A pint of blood on the ground
Bullets, bullets get to ricochetin
bouncing all around
That body all case cold I got her white wit it
If they ask me I think niggas from basely did it
I'm a southside nigga, we take on all comers
The first shot pop, we get to warrin all summer
These niggaz ain't hard I get on em on some different shit
Different strap, different clip, I blow the door off your whip
The cop fucked fox, sucked the cunt on the bimbo
Faggot must've thought he knock me out like Kimbo
with gondorea lips, his breath stronger than endo
Fat fuck playin wii fit nintendo
Have another tattoo, here's another tattoo
run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds

Officer Rickyyyy, radio for backup
See ya ass anywhere you know I'm gon act up
You want play with me, when I don't want play?
Have my niggas whip the skin off your ass in broad day
Screaming boss, nigga you ain't a boss
Pussy nigga ya lost , listen officer Ross
I tell you straight suck a dick
You tryna come with subliminals
Cuz your ass the police
My niggaz is criminals
It's like every other word out your mouth bout a bird
Like you sling cocaine, this shit is absurd
You's a rapper, you's a motherfuckin rapper
It's a wrap, your career is fuckin wrapped up

My enemy's enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
See em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
try me, get blown away way way
Go ‘head try me, get blown away way way
Try me get blown away way way
go head try me, get blown away way way

(We the best!)
Yeah, you the best, you the cocksucking best
Go ‘head faggot, depp throat it, feel it in your chest
I'm not friendly, I'm anti-social
Go ‘head try me, I'll be fucking ya up, like I'm supposed to
You say I'm violent, now why you say I'm violent?
The mac got a muffler, make a loud mouth silent
now Me, I'm kinda sensitive, So watch the way u talk to me
ya better off shootin me, or tryna put the hawk to me
The beef ain't shit to me, cuz now I got the wolves out
That fo-fo pull around, that tre pound bulls out
I do it for the moula, boo-ya, bullseye
Pop ya fuckin noodles, deputy do die
Many men wish death, many men "oh doe"
I make many millions, fuck wit me, that's a "no no"
This is motion picture shit, there's no director to cast me
The D's, i plead the 5th on every question they ask me

My enemy's enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
see em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
Try me, get blown away way way
go head try me get blown away way way
try me, get blown away way way
go head try me get blown away way way

Nigga I bleed blue, I swear I bleed blue
You thinkin I'm a crip, I'll motherfuckin trip
The cool-out blood, maybe i'm all blood
Find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug
Maybe I'm maniac, maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm exactly what my fucking hood made me
Maybe imma do 25 years for murder
Maybe cuz it's clear I'm the clip inserter
I done lost my best friend, he died of cancer
Call me a cheetah, I attack like a panther
It's teflon vinyl on my drop-top phantom
Bulletproof windows, and a stash for the cannon
Nigga if you cross me, you gon' have to off me
I just keep going no matter where they lost me
You know I'm like a time bomb- bomb steady tickin
You know what's coming next, once nigga slap the clip in
oh yeah

My enemy's enemies are my friends
And my semis they like Siamese twins
See em up close, you wont see shit again
Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end
Try me get blown away way way
go head try me get blown away way way
try me get blown away way way
go head try me get blown away way way

Yeah, this nigga's a appetizer
Where you at wayne?
the full course meal wayne
You awfully quiet
You call Em out, well now I'm out
I got my vultures out
You got get pass me to get em
I'm the baby over here
I'm the smallest nigga in my clique
Shady after-motherfucking-math nigga
3 headed monster – 50, Em, Dre
Fuck with it if you want nigga

 

[fox69]

"Ok, You're Right"

"Ok, You're Right"


[Intro:]
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay

[Chorus:]
When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah)
What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw)
I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah)
Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)

[Verse 1:]
I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin
I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin
Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler
He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back
They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin
I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami
They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty
I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball
I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless
You could come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay)

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right
Okay okay okay okay - you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you're right

 

[fox69]

"Old 2003 Ferrari"

"Old 2003 Ferrari"


[Chorus:]
Niggas say they like my old shit
So I give them some old shit
What the fuck do I care, its old
Shit I’ll give them some old shit
No, I’ll give them some new shit
I’ll just use my old flow
Looky here muthafucker I’m not playing
Look, look
Looky here muthafucker I’m not playing
Look, look

[Verse 1:]
Wassup,
It’s ‘O11 why that Maybach an ’06
This nigga boo booed up with my old bitch
I put paper before hoes, thats why I’m so rich
I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit
Doc check my temperature, why I’m so cold?
The hood left the left side of my chest froze
I’m more about pimpin’ gettin’ bank rolls
Sitting watch em trickin’ on them stank hoes
We can share love like Kanye and Khalifa
From runways in Milan to big bags of reefer
She alright for a night but don’t keep her
Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest Ether

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
My belt buckle YSL, my denim vintage
My AP all iced out, my shit authentic
My bread come in by the boat load, thats how I get it
The cops come, say I aint do what you know I did it
I aint trippin’, na-na-na-na I aint trippin’
I am just putting the clip in
I aint at the window looking bitch
I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon
I am 50, I’m putting an end to niggas fucking with me
Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with a iron fist
I am strapped, what y’all niggas gon do with this
Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift
One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Outlaw"

"Outlaw"


[Intro:]
Outlaw, we lawless
We ballin out nigga regardless
Everything VVS we flawless
When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest

[Verse 1:]
If niggas so hot, why they ain't got what I got
My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot
My fat knots, my swag is top notch
My crack spots bring cash in non stop
My nigga Rock just came home from comstock
I got shooters they ain't got what I got
Got shit locked, I stunt non stop
I get it and I blow it how I want, why not
My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot
Come through in the drop, hold the glock why not
9 millimeter, 9 shots, big rock
9 carat stone, I'm in my own zone

[Hook:]
Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

[Verse 2:]
You won get shot, go head run up on my spot
My lawyers e'll have me out by 1 o'clock
Go head get dropped tryna take what I got
My diamonds twinkle over my izod
My gun pop, tell me why would you try that
Porsche turbo, cayenne, I'll buy that
G5 jet, pilot, I fly that
Burn good shit, get as high as I get
My minds sick, I'm criminal minded
Shorty ass fat, I wanna bump and grind that
Groupie love bitch, your left breast I'll sign that
I'm CEO, Hoe you ain't know?

[Hook:]
Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

[Verse 3:]
New york party of the year, my spot
These bitches look so good, oh my god
Looking at the man in the mirror I'm so hot
Shorty wanna cut, cool make sure the door lock
Off with my Gucci, down go my Louis
Out come my uuwee, do me, baby do me
Like pornstar till ya hit my spot
My bed rock back and forth when I'm on top
My backshots they're sorta like crack rocks
I give it all I got, nonstop till sweat drop
I damage I wreck shop, I come thru correct I,
I give her what she need, till it's hard to breathe
Eeyyyy

[Hook:]
Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

Outlaw yea yea we lawless
We ballin out yea regardless
VVS yea yea we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do

 

[fox69]

"Outro Skit"

"Outro Skit"


[Army music fades-in]

The murders that made it,
Impossible for them to dissolve the secret society...
Which leaves them only one course of action:
To protect, defend, and expand.
The bigger they get, the less vulnerable they become!
Be careful!
They will do everything they can to manipulate you.
Only if and when they can't...
Will kill you!

[Army music fades-out]

 

[fox69]

"Outta Control (Remix)"

"Outta Control (Remix)"


[Intro: Havoc (50 Cent)]
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)

[50 Cent:]
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

 

[fox69]

"P.I.M.P."

"P.I.M.P."


[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

 

[fox69]

"P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix)"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit)

"P.I.M.P. (G-Unit Remix)"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, G-Unit)



[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.

[50 Cent]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga tryin' to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple you can't see
You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P.

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
Unit (What?)
[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003
And y'all know I'm from the DPG

F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
(And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
(We love you Snoop Dogg)
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (Down)
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my hair in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin
[Hook 2: 50 Cent]
[Lloyd Banks]
You need to switch over and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP

[Young Buc]
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old school white walls with mink clothes
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
That money make the world go round, so lets get mo'
Its time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-UNIT

[Hook 2: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent speaking]
In Hollywood, they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood, they say, there's no b'ness like ho b'ness
You know, they say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

 

[fox69]

"P.I.M.P. (Remix)"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)

"P.I.M.P. (Remix)"
(feat. Snoop Dogg)



[Snoop Dogg]
Yea you did it again my nigga fo shizzle dizzle

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blood up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo that shit is crazy whoo kid rewind that play that back

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blood up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
yea bitch i got my now & later gators on
im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
you dead wrong if you think that pimpin gonna die
12 piece with a 100 whores by my side
im down with that nigga 50 like im down with blue
fuck cuz naw nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy
fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy
niggas in new york know how doggy get down
i got my niggas in queens i got my bitches uptown
i got my bidnez in manhattan i aint fuckin around
i got some butter pecan puerto ricans from the boogie down
thats waitin on me to return so they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm word
they love it when i get to cryptin and spittin this mackin magnificent pimpin

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
Cuz im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[50 Cent]
its G-unit and the D.P.G
from new york city to the L.B.C
ill break it down for ya im a p.i.m.p
when my gun go off nigga ask about me
nigga look what done happen to the bitch done chose
my wrist done froze ill show you how i lick dem hoes
i spit that g that be fuckin with theyre brain
have em on tha track when its freezin in the rain
so cream on the bitch with the nerve to complain
like digidevan you catch a date you be want
you say you want the finer things in life you got to go out and get it
and ill be right here waitin when you come down to the kid
see i was born to break a bitch my instructions a nigga bitch
i got me a new york knicks,celtics,and a laker bitch
i got that g that make these hoes have a change of heart
im a natural ive been good at this from the start

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blood up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
Cuz im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
pimpin

pimpin

pimpin

pimpin

[DJ Whoo Kid]
Its goin down now wit 50 and big Snoop Dogg and tha Arch Bishop Don "Magic" Juan ridin shotgun wit Whoo kid tha straight
up pimp
Its crackalackin its pimps up you know its hoes down
Its green for tha money
Gold for tha honey
We off and we runnin wit 50 and Snoop Dogg in tha mackalennium
Keep it down playa
Pimps up you know tha rest chuh

 

[fox69]

"Patiently Waiting"
(feat. Eminem)

"Patiently Waiting"
(feat. Eminem)



[50 Cent talking]
Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right...
I.. I owe you for this one

[Chorus]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinking I'ma fucking
Fall off your so wrong

[50 Cent]
I'm innocent in my head
Like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sitting political passengers from 9-11 (yea)
The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)
Shit I ain't even got to try to shine
God's a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain
I can spit at your thang
Straight out the good book
Look niggaz is shook
50 fear no man warrior
Swing swords like Conan
Picture me pen in hand
Write lines knowin' THE SOURCE will quote it
When I die they'll read this
And say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my Pops
Should that make me bitter
I caught cases and got out
Does that make me a quitter
In this white mans world
I'm similar to a squirrel
Looking for a slut
Wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone
Will stop ringing again
These industry niggaz ain't friends
They know how to pretend

[Chorus (2x)]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinking I'ma fucking
Fall off your so wrong
(It's 50!!)

[Eminem]

You've been patiently waiting
To make it through all the hate
Debating whether or not
You can even weather the storm
As you lay on the table
They operating to save you
It's like a Angel came to you
Sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy
But they ain't crazy lets face it
Shit basically they just playing sick
They ain't shit they ain't saying shit
Spray umh 50 [gun shots]
A to K get in the way
I bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fucking mayhem
You staying wit me
Don't let me lose you
I'm not trying to confuse you
When I let lose wit this uzi
And just shoot through your Izuzu
You get the message
Am I getting through to you
You know it's coming
You motherfuckers don't even know do you
Take some BIG and some PAC
And you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a lil "BIG L" on top
What the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers
Tied up in a knot
The Juggernauts of this rap shit
Like it or not it's like a fight to the top
Just to see who die for the spot
You put your life in this
Nothing like surviving a shot
Y'all know what time it is
Soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats
Cause I get a lot
Shady Records was 80 seconds
Away from the towers
Some cowards fucked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children
Nuclear showers theres nothing spookier
Your now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50!

[Chorus]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinking I'ma fucking
Fall off your so wrong
(It's 50!!)
It's the Gun Squad here
And you hear the shots go off
(It's 50, They say It's 50)
You see a nigga laid out
Wit his fucking top blown off
(It's 50, Man that wasn't 50)
They don't holla my name

[50 Cent]
You shouldn't throw stones
If you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw
You should watch your mouth
Cause I'll break your face
Have you ass running
Mumbling to the J
Your going against me dogg
You making a mistake
I split yo lip
You looking like them
Michael Jackson Jackets
Wit all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat
You can call me Skipper
The way I turn the money over
You should call me Flipper
Your Bitch a regular Bitch
Your calling her Wifey
I fucked her feed her fast food
You keepin' her Icey
I'm down to sell records
But not my soul
Snoop said this in '94
"We don't love them ho's"
I got pennies for my thoughts
Now I'm rich
See the 20's spinnin'
Looking mean on the 6
Nigga's wearing flags
Cause the colors match they clothes
The get caught in the wrong hood
And filled up with holes
Motherfucka'

[Chorus (2x)]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinking I'ma fucking
Fall off your so wrong
(It's 50!!)