50 Cent

[fox69]

"See Me Bleeding"

"See Me Bleeding"



They wanna see me Bleeding
When the Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom soles of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

How did I get in here, life is a livin hell.
The walls are closing in it feels Like I'm trapt in prison cell
They pray for me to fail
But in my face they wish me well
But still I persevere
Deal with hand I was dealt
They neva gave me nothing every thing I got myself
So they cant tell me nothing Still they all in my grill
Try to claim that they real
Try to tell me they love me
But noone was ever there
They wanna see me bleeding
I never been scared
There ain't nothing I fear
Look in my eyes and u can see the soul of a man
They just don't understand
I walk with my gun in my hand I bust up in the air
Give niggas a runnin chance
A soldier in the trinchez A wreisel in the fire
See I'm that young nigga OG's hate to admire
Its the hate that inspires
My love for getting rich and im'a die tryin.

They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Man I'm ready to ride
Why they want me to die
They wanna live my life
I can see the hate in they eyes
Somebody tell me why
When I look in the sky
He don't ever look down
I guess that he don't hear my cries
Please show me a sign
That I got enough time
To get outta the grind
A gettin' in the shine
I’m tryn to hold it down
But I ain't worried man,what goes around comes around
They wanna see me Bleeding
My backs against the wall
Niggaz is all talk come on talk no bite niggaz is all bark
I'm the light in the dark
I ignite like a spark
The pimpin in me will never die Preach what mama told ya
Go an get what u want and remember the south cause u never know where you goin if you don't know where your from
So I lifted the trunk and chunked the deuce sideways break them boys off

They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing changed I’ma stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Nanananananaaaaaaa (Yeahh)
They wanna see me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaa (uh huh)
They Wanna see (come on) me bleeding
Nanananananaaaaaaaa
Everything ain't what it seems
Take a look at wat I see
One eye on the prize the other on my enemies
They wanna see me Bleeding
When Times get harder,
I Grind harder From the Bottom souls of my feet
They wanna see me Bleeding
My Blood's always thicker than water
Even tho,the waters run deep
They wanna see me bleeding
Through tha Pain, I just grit my teeth
Through the flames I just take on the heat.
Through my vains runs the heart of the street
Ain't nothing change I’m a stay on my G`s
So what they want from me? They wanna see me bleeding.

Nanananananaaaaa, Nanananananaaaaa Nanananananaaaaa

 

[fox69]

"Shady Murder (Street King Energy Track #9)"

"Shady Murder (Street King Energy Track #9)"


[Eminem]
Ay yo fif’ I was thinking you should go back to doing the shit you used to do

[50 Cent]
Murder them, murder them
They violate, I demonstrate
Yeah, I’ll murder them
Niggas be fronting word up
They stunting till they hurt up
That semi talk I’ll let it buck
I had these niggas running hard
I’ll pull a nigga’s skirt up and have him kicking dirt up
I’ll get a nigga an’ a nigga back up stupid hard
Silence it’s the return of the tyrant
Seein’ through my third eye with both closed eyelids
Stand closer to the homie you gon’ to die with
Flames come up out the muzzle wanting shit that I did
I’m talking like the feds ain’t listening
Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you’re fishing in
I give to a nigga if he want it
Better ask niggas about me I’ll be on it
I get to drop, blow out your knot, perfect planning
Hit your back with something hot out the cannon

[Hook]
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in

You know I ain’t got the strap on me
Holding that for me

[Verse 2]
I’m fucked up, it really doesn’t matter though
Hundred 9mm shells in the Calico
Wait, niggas drop like dominos
Run for your life, puta si vámonos
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago
Grew up around cocaine, yeah even my mamma know
I cut a O in the fo’ with seven at a time
Made four hundred of that, you know a nigga grind
Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time
A nigga shine like a nickel nine
I’ve been talking to the man in the mirror
Nigga so ass they was shaking like Shakira
It seems like my vision’s gettin’ clearer
See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin near ya
It’s funny how niggas never hear ya, till you run down on ‘em
Gun down on ‘em

[Hook]
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in

Yeah starting to feel like the old me (ha ha)

 

[fox69]

"Shootin' Guns"
(feat. Kidd Kidd)

"Shootin' Guns"
(feat. Kidd Kidd)



[Hook 1:]
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
Fuck with me and you will see

[Hook 2:]
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I go to war to my house
Stop niggas ain't listening
Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christening
Tell your homie tell his homies
He 'gon need more homies
Ain't this a bitch I got an extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck
A dead nigga did scheme on it
The ruger on deck, it's hard to miss with that thing on it
I'll give your ass a permanent nap - sing you a lullabye
I got money to run, so fuck an alibi

[Hook 2]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fuck nigga
I get the drop I'm on it
Morning or night, I spot-cha I gotcha
Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking 'who shot-cha'
As the world turns, [?] will be learned
The hollow tips burns and I ain't concerned if I ain't hit
And I ain't here, so a nigga doesn't really give a shit
You know who you fucking with
Come through dumber than a clip
Niggas be on the same stupid shit
Till they get hit, ain't that a bitch?

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
K-I double, shot gun barrel double
I always run a couple and I move 'em on a double
Racks in the duffel
Mac with the muzzle
Makin' circles in you, all black like a tunnel
I only know how to hustle
Can't stay outta trouble
I got a big gun, mutha-fuckers scuffle
Kidd Kidd, will you ever change?
Fuck no, pimps don't ride a game you already fucking know

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

[Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]
Man these niggas so fake, I call 'em knock off
Like pringles high pop the top off
You ain't hot dog
You the fucking Micky Mouse (aw)
I'm on fire like Louisiana hot sauce
Brand new J's cost a buck fifty nickle
[?]
Been fucking with the pigs, you a guinea nigga
Plus you always baked, you forgive me nigga
I wear my gun like it's trendy nigga
You pussy an ain't shit, kitty little
Uh, see where all that bitching getcha
Right in front of this pistol

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

 

[fox69]

"Slow Dough"

"Slow Dough"


Trackmasters, 99 shit
Huh uh, huh uh, yea

[Chorus]
Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho)
Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)
They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right)
My niggas is loco (loco)
Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no)
Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so)
That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas)

Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater
Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's
My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas
And ain't shit come between us
Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning
I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen
Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict
I live wild beat cases before a trial
Grand jury style I'm foul
You wondering why I don't smile
I'm schemeing to stick you up now
Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game
Things'll never be the same (never the same baby)

[Chorus]

Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot
Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot
Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot
And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got
Here I stand on the alley on godrule
Same spot where rob got shot
The block's high
Warrent squad flashing my mug shot
Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo
Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo
Pump the six and push the volvo
I hear they go kuku and go puff loco
I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo
But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo
I make 16 hundred off of every ho do
Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha)
I always get the last laugh yo

[Chorus]

I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck
While you niggas race neck to neck
While niggas who live from cheque to tech
I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck
Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards
Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat
As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street
Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me
Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee
Believe me if you thought like me you could be me
But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Smoke"
(feat. Trey Songz)

"Smoke"
(feat. Trey Songz)



[Intro: Trey Songz]
Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?
Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
(All they smell is smoke)
The way your body roll I'ma lose control
Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
(All they smell is smoke)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba
Blue sapphires on days when she feeling Hoover
She hood and in the mood when I'm in the mood
Erotic, so exotic, I'm psychotic about it
I don't want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample
That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb
She's a narcotic, that bomb shit burning, we smoking
My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing
She ain't jealous, I keep Nina around
In the small of my back in case some shit go down
Right under my Hermes, I'm hearing the word is
Me, I'm a P.I.M.P
I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some
Then pass it to the homies 'til we all get done
Niggas can't comprehend what this shit 'bout
Police coming, you like, put this shit out

[Hook: Trey Songz (50 Cent)]
You like smoke and you got me high
(You make a nigga want to get down)
High (High feeling like I'm up in a cloud)
Girl what the fuck you done to me
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
And you got me high
(So high make your love come down)
High (one time have that ass turnt out)
Girl what the fuck you've done to me?
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now
100 degrees, that's with or without the top down
But when she get to working her hips you know the temperature rise
Oh lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs
She like the stones in my cross, she flawless
I'm thinking damn, why would God give one woman all this?
You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me
It's complicated, my occupation pimping ain't easy
Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks
Back when I was pumping crack, now my cards are black
Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs
If I want it I buy it, I don't care what this shit costs
Luther said it: A house is not a home without her
I had them panties on the grey hound filled up with powder
But what she showed what she'll do for me has no limits
Her wantin is temporary cause fo' sho' she gon' get it
What's up?

[Hook: Trey Songz (50 Cent)]
You like smoke and you got me high
(You make a nigga want to get down)
High (High feeling like I'm up in a cloud)
Girl what the fuck you done to me
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
And you got me high
(So high make your love come down)
High (one time have that ass turnt out)
Girl what the fuck you've done to me?
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Everybody showing the love when she at the door
Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole
I'm trying to get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that
Got me addicted, I'm tripping, where the stash at?
Baby, baby, don't you know?
Baby, baby, you're just like smoke

[Hook: Trey Songz (50 Cent)]
You like smoke and you got me high
(You make a nigga want to get down)
High (High feeling like I'm up in a cloud)
Girl what the fuck you done to me
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
And you got me high
(So high make your love come down)
High (one time have that ass turnt out)
Girl what the fuck you've done to me?
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke

 

[fox69]

"SMS Get The Message (Freestyle)"

"SMS Get The Message (Freestyle)"


[Intro]
Nigga I ain't fucking around,
SMS, get the message, get the message!
SMS, get the message!

[Verse 1]
I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig?
I go to war with one nine
I work, you see mine,
But I ain't never ever gonna say I did it,
In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks
You stuntin' on hungry niggas, go ahead get your ass shot
Your neck got your chain on it
Bullet got your name on it,
I'm serious, sometimes it seems like I'm playin'
Dump a shell case in your face, The D's got 40?.
They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case
I know some niggas, some snitches
I know some bitches who's scared
I got some shooters around me and they stay fully prepared
We got them straps you niggas look at and flinch
Ghetto nigga get rich, what you think I'ma get?
We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper
We got that Ruger that Mac, I call it my bitch nigga ether

[Chorus: x2]
All we do is get that grain,
And my niggas move cocaine
Plus we let them hammers bang
I'm talking 'bout the Unit gang.

[Verse 2]
Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue
Niggas'll shoot niggas, you lucky it weren't you
Nigga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof,
You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm on you
This aint tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the hood
Stay the fuck out the way with your mouth shut like you should!
When the bullshit start I'mma find a spot
Aim it right at your knot than the shell cases'll drop
Man, you niggas don't know me, you know my government name
Go 'head ask about booboo, they tell you I let it bang
Got a big reputation, there's something wrong with my brain
Nigga front, I'mma squeeze it, go 'head stunt, I'm squeeze it

[Chorus: x2]

[Outro]
Yeah! Back on my shit, man!
I don't give a fuck about fitting in
You niggas gonna follow me!
Back to the ground, nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
Now wan' get dirty with me?
We gon' see if you all you niggas done with soft?
All y'all get with the shit man
This the shit man
All the real niggas feel it!
Rest of you RnB ass niggas
Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga
Fuck It!
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
SMS Audio, Sleek By 50
R.I.P NATE DOGG

 

[fox69]

"So Disrespectful"

"So Disrespectful"


[Intro:]
I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful

[Verse 1:]
Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister
Then climbed in your bed playin with your shitter
Go 'head, take your belt off and hang yourself
Matter a fact, grab your strap and bang yourself
Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond
I'm a big dick you know the one everybody on
You 'gon make me sing Murder Was The Case
Bullets ricochet PING PING should you start to face
I'm international I'm never home mayne!
I've been gone so long my accent changed
You better watch who you fuck with mate
Or you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight
Come on Game you will never be my equal!
Your homies shoot doors my niggas shoot people!
See me I'm what you never 'gon be
I'm in that tax bracket you never 'gon see

[Chorus:]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful

[Verse 2:]
That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV
I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G.
Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pimp C
Man keepin these muthafuckers rich ain't easy
Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy
And his CDs' didn't sell like his CDs'
Man, that nigga blew all of his chips on dem breezies
Mad 'cause the world won't treat him like Weezy
Look I don't give a FUCK, nigga please believe me
No nigga in no vocal booth around can see me
It's crazy how I make this shit look oh so easy
They say, "50?, naw I don't fuck with him, he oh so greasy
Yeah, he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy"
It's funny how they shit on me, 'cause then they need me
See me I'm number one, I'm loadin up my gun
I catch ya if you done, you pussy nigga run

[Chorus:]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful

[Verse 3:]
They say first comes love, then comes marriage
Instead I got Shaniqua n' a baby carriage
Then came the cash, then the baby mama drama
I gave that bitch a half a mill she blew it on Prada
I remember when I met the bitch and she ain't have nada
Got my son on some fly shit, now I gotta buy shit
Man I can't even flaunt shit cause everybody want shit
Everybody mad, DAMN even my dad
And I don't even know him now how the fuck I owe him?!
I ain't given' nobody shit I'm a show them
I gave Game hits, he told me to suck dick
Start screamin' Westside and Dre ain't say shit!
Now we just eat off him, and when I talk to Em
A smile comes on his face, he told me here's the case
Enemies stay enemies but friends they change
Niggas go crazy over money my mayne!

[Chorus:]
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See! I get so disrespectful, so so so disrespectful
See!

 

[fox69]

"Soldier"
(feat. G-Unit)

"Soldier"
(feat. G-Unit)



[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking]

[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT!

[50 Cent]
It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks
But the eagles I got own sixteen shots
Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word
I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I'm solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust
Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what
You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest
Admit it nigga, I'm a mid-life crisis

[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)

[Lloyd Banks]
It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats
I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next
Duck nigga, everdays war
I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store
Don't make me send the piece at you
I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo
Look creampuff, you can get killed here
Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair
I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star
So I'mma fuck all fifty fans
Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot
All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down
We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown
I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya

[Hook]
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin')
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey)

[Tony Yayo]
I'mma ride with my rap shit and my body armor
Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber
Four five six feet, I off ya feet
I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep
Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em
Give it up, Burger King is hirin'
You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot
Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot
I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo
Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too
For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money
That coke, that dope and that ecstasy money
I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line
So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime
I jump out with a nina and a mack
I have you like Khia, my neck, my back

 

[fox69]

"Southside"
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)

"Southside"
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)



[Intro: 50 Cent]
South...siiiiiiide (Yeah, you know I'm never 'gon change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn't change you know)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm fucked up man, It's where I'm from nigga!!!)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
I'm glad you here though you just in time to get the grits
Run to the store, get some Quaker Oats and some O.E.
Tell Harpee it's from me, he'll let you owe him he know me (Yeah)
That's how I used to talk to a nigga growin up
That's why I give him my ass to kiss blowin up (Fuck y'all!)
Took my biggest lost at eight, you know when mommy died
I ain't know what was goin on, I ain't even fuckin cry
Man, truce and I blow, them Bonnevilles turn to BMs' (Wooooo!)
Some niggas wanted to be Mike, but me I wanted to be him (You lookin good man!)
Four finger ring, rope chain and medallion (Damn!)
Red bomb bitch with a ass like a stallion (Woo!)
It's a dream, it's a dream, it's all a dream (Yeah)
I get the coke, get some pistols and build a team
I'm a be better than Cat, yeah better than 'Preme
I'm a be the last man standin, you know what I mean?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
South...siiiiiiide (Look at this nigga son!!)
South...siiiiiiide (This nigga Irv, got on a 'Preme Team shirt!)
South...siiiiiiide (And he from Hollis!!, HAHAHAHA!! [cracks up])
South...siiiiiiide (Hollis niggas don't even like Southside niggas!)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, we all over the water!)
South...siiiiiiide (We don't mix!!! What the fuck is the matter with you!!!!)

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I'll shoot up your house I'll burn up your crib
And when the fireman come I'll shoot at them with the cig (Brrappp!!!!)
Ebony and Ivory the beamer or the llama
When it comes to the bricks I cook better then your mama
And that's your baby mama I see her with a lil' uzi
I'm in the piece you wipe me down like I'm Lil' Boosie (Wipe me down!)
I'm a lil' woozy, I'm higher than heaven
I got the haze mixed with AK-47
I need that Beckham money, I need that older money
So if you checkin for me, nigga show the money

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
He mean that big money, not that lil' money
That's my nigga Yay, I know he'll kill for me

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas make me sick man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Sick to my stomach, man!)
South...siiiiiiide (Every time a nigga get out of line)
South...siiiiiiide (I put 'em RIGHT BACK in line, man..)
South...siiiiiiide (Niggas think Jimmy Iovine's my boss)
South...siiiiiiide (Nigga, FUCK Jimmy Iovine, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I'm from a hundred thirty fourth street, nigga!)
South...siiiiiiide (I AIN'T GOT NO MOTHERFUCKIN BOSS...)

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
We went from run down sneakers to runnin the state
I can't die (Nah!) I got too much money to make
You got plans, then you know where I'm comin from, my stomach numb
(Yeah) I got 99 Problems you want 'em son? (Hah?)
99 enemies, don't be the hundredth one
I'll become a corpse before I become a bum (Bum!)
Life's short, feel good under the summer sun
Down here, you got two options get a gun or run
My first car was a spaceship, no hoopty
Champ hoodie and boots, no Gucci
Yayo introduced me, Fifth scooped me
The floor couped me now you gotta shoot me

[Outro: 50 Cent]
I be's the boss of this shit right here! I said the noss nigga you hear me!
The B-O-S-S-M-A-N!!!! And nigga what!!!!
Thought so! I'm the George Bush of this shit!!!
I'm not goin to war, but I'll send niggas to war
But I will sit here, and veto every motherfuckin act that comes through here you know!?
I'm thinkin you know what I'm sayin!
We went from 50 Cent, to Fiddy, to Curtis, to Ferrari F50
Now I got a few aliases you know what I'm sayin
I'm thinkin next, I'll be Sam you know, Uncle Sam
I'm a tax everyone of these motherfuckers that come through here!!!
Now thr music, we need a little piece of that
Everything that comes through you understand what I'm sayin
It's The Unit!!!! Yeah!!!!

 

[fox69]

"Stop Crying"

"Stop Crying"


They say they do it, like I do it with no mask on
Nigga, get the fuck outta line, you getting blast on
Jesus let the weak roam the Earth without a purpose.
I’ll stomp ya fucking head til it’s under the surface
Now I need you to get it through ya bloodclot head
‘Fore I put a bullet through ya bloodclot dreads
These niggas ain't made of the same shit I’m made of
I Double click for my man if he needs a favour
I let a nigga slide he came back and almost shot me
And he was thinking I was scared, nah nigga not me
You don’t understand I was raised by the vultures
Still laughing like hyenas in the crib full of roaches
Call grandmami mommy cause mommy already dead
Daddy been missin’ since I was a little kid
Now who dared go there playin’ games with the orphan
They know my pedigree test me I’mma off ‘em

[Hook (x2)]
Stop the bloodclot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
Don’t cry, dry ya eyes
Don’t cry, dry ya eyes

That first body drop, we just getting started, death come in three’s
Ar15, M16, semi-automatic, murder machine
Wave that, blaze that, give a nigga wings
When that blade enter flesh it’s an emergency
Ya love leak, heart open call the surgery
Feels like my last girlfriend I lost her
On second thought I know just where I left her, the alter
See, I’m at an advantage I don’t care about tomorrow
Find out that I ain't frontin’ when then patience start to fall
You know attempted murder was the case that they gave me
9 bullet wounds know, now I’m half crazy
What is that a tear I see forming in ya eye
Why are you so frightened we’re all gonna die
You can say a prayer when I’m coming like the reaper
Staring through that sight on the top of my heater

[Hook]