50 Cent

[fox69]

"Street King Energy Track #8"

"Street King Energy Track #8"


[Intro]
You see a nigga soft, my first instinct is to lean on
A weak nigga eatin’ in my hood, niggas’ll put a beam on ‘em
These niggas ain't supposed to be eatin’ yo
This sweet is sweet an’ low, I’ll have ‘em like shit was all good just a week ago

[Verse 1]
Let Drake get you niggas in the mood for love
I’m back to get you in the mood for the snub and gloves
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma
Crack come to cooking up that, boy I’m a chemist
Fuck pill poppin, a strap I pop that
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat
Got a nice gimmick going, you’ve been hot a few summers
But I got the type of flow that’ll stop World hunger
SK, I got nothing but energy
Call me Fifty, call me Ferrari the remedy
Hi again in case a hater don’t remember me
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be
Hittin you won’t be enough, you gotta finish me or it’s Ruger time
The SR9 fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked, gotta learn to duck, wassup

[Hook x2]
Don’t make me (don’t, d-d-don’t)
Don’t make me (do it)
Don’t make me (you know I do it)
Show you whats up
Don’t make me fuck you up

[Verse 2]
Listen any bitch on the milk box ain't missin’
I mean some of these hoes running round with Pippen
I’m writing reality it sounds harsh
Shyne (Sean?) try to get at me he sounds washed
I ain't even fire back the shits washed
What kind of shit is that, this only happens in rap
These niggas so fake, it make my skin crawl
Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the wall
Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin, cream linen
Bulges from the Benjamin’s in ‘em
Tom Ford, oh Lord, if I ain't know better I think a nigga push raw
It feels like it’s never gon stop
A nigga so hot, I may spend forever on top
(Forever ever) Forever in the drop
Cant til I got it on lock
Bitch

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Stretch"

"Stretch"


[Chorus:]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Streeetcchh...
I make a ounce of dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product Streeetcchh...
I got it mastered mannn
In the hood I'm like plastic mannn!
Streeetcchh...
Fantastic mannn,
I make the money come faster mannn!
Yeah...

[Verse 1:]
Your favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead!
So for now till forever your stuck with the kid.
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be a enforcer!
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office!
Michael pimped me? - I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me round, cause I blast my heat!
Now I'm four? I was? tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux they took ? lil' boy, Streeetcchh!
The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome!
Lay low stay low you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason.
You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin'
It's a miracle that God gave me this tech now I'm eatin'!
Cop it! Chop it! Profit is off the set
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real! - Yeah!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I'm the dopeman! Cokeman! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better respect man!
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codiene, more lean!
Gun pop! One shot! - Body drop, it wasn't me!
Tell the cops it wasn't me! - You saw me right? - It wasn't me!
It's not my M.O see me I make it streeetcchh
Get in the way I put a body on my Teeec!
Call me crazy; I die for what I stand for
I have ammo! Flyin' out the Lambo'!
Like Commando, nah like Rambo!
I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, streeetcchh!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right! - Yeah!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's purple 'caine!
Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne!
I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly!
Your favorite hero took a hit! - Now here you try!
I don't care if it's a sin! I don't care if you're ten!
Look around kid! - It's a cold world where in!
If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome,
A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson!
Yeaah! - Me fallin'-off? It's really far feeetcchhed!
I turn a little to a lot I make it streeetcchh!
Then come the Franklyns! - Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crackhouse! - Dirty and dengy! - Yeah!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Stretch Armstrong Freestyle"

"Stretch Armstrong Freestyle"


[50 Cent]
Uh, yeah, 50 Cent
It's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3
Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga
Take that, yo, aiyyo
Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track
I got these cats that rap scared of me like I'm Ace and Jack
Fuck that, if I was you, I be scared of me too
Yo Stretch, roll the weed, while I tell 'em what I need
I need cream by the stacks, shells for the mac
Rims for the 'Ac, and a bitch to blow her back
I need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack
I got the Fendi sweaters, all I need is the hats
I need the police to chill, stay the fuck off my back
See a nigga in a Benz, sway peddling crack
I need a stash box son, so I could stash the gat
I need a stadium light, to leave 'em blind as a bat
Flipping from under my plate, while I'm running from Jake
I'm making mistakes, look I need extra pace
My man up north, need the new Stretch Mix Tape
I'm physically fit, nah for real son I'm in shape
I need that Beyonce bitch, to take me out on a date
Niggas follow my footsteps, 'cause everything I say, slick
But I need y'all niggas, to get off my dick
My description in three words, real witty cat
I'm in the club in ATL, I'm where the titties at
What, what, 50 Cent nigga, 2000 shit, Stretch Arm-Strong
Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga, Whoo Kid nigga
What, Whoo Kid nigga, this how it's going down [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Strong Enough"

"Strong Enough"


[Intro]
YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!)
YOU PROBABLY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!)
(YOU PROBABLY LIKE DAT!!)
BUT YOU, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!)

[Verse 1]
I do more than talk that I mu'fuckin walk that
Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CLAPPED AT
I sleep with the stainless I walk with the stainless
Man everybody know about 50 I'm famous
New York New York!!!! I run New York!!!!
Ask Dread at the weed spot I come through in the mean drop
In different boroughs I have different moments
On different days niggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me
BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out
Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers out
Nah ain't no sense to talkin peace my brotha
That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah

[Chorus]
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)

[Verse 2]
When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kiddin then
Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up
Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup?
I'm rcih now, niggas know about my dividends
Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin in
Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of the New York City clock now
Okay okay - try me and get shot down
I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the fuckin general, I RUN MY CLIQUE RIGHT!
It was five of us, ALL of us millionaires
Now one's a fuckin junkie, and one's a fuckin queer
Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded and BLACK-hearted
I don't play no games, niggas +Beg for Mercy+
Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest

[Chorus]
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)

 

[fox69]

"Suicide Watch"

"Suicide Watch"


[beeps]
[phone rings]

[Intro:]
[50 Cent:] Hallo? Oh, shit nigga! Oh, shiit!
[Tony Yayo:] Fuck is going on? [beat starts]

[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts"]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (yeah!)

[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (uh-huh!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion!
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (whooo, whooo, whoooooooooooo!)

[50 Cent:]
Some niggas is broke! - Tryna be on some dumb shit.
Me? I'm a grunt - comfortable in that conflict!
Go 'head nigga stunt! - It's cool 'til I get on it, (uh-huh!)
You can keep the blunt but the chain nigga we want it! (take it!) [gunshot]
To all the? jux? or whatever you wanna call it, (yeah!)
Call the police and get hit with a clip for it!
Ya know how I move! - That Semi be on my waistline, (whooo!)
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit, nigga I take mine! (yeah!)
I run in your crack house, Mack out! Screaming: "Go 'head make me!" (uh-huh!)
Duck tape! You, the fiends and that snotty nose baby! (AAHHHH!)
Calm down and cooperate! - 'Fore I hit you with some shit that doc' operate
For hours you coward! (whooooooo-whoooooooooooooooooo!) [gunshot] {DAMN!}

[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts".]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (hahaa!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!)

[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! {LIGHT THE BARBER!} (yeah!)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion! {SOUTHSIDE!}
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! [gunshot]

[50 Cent:]
I try to keep it keep it cool, he hobby niggas make the rhyme (eh-heh!)
I split ya fucking head, yeah that would stop ya ass from whining! (YEEAH!)
Baby I'm delusional, distorted, no defying! (hahaaa!)
You think you can play me? Pussy go 'head nigga {GOD-...} try it! (AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!) {DAMN!}
I fell I broke my arm I felt pain wen I was six,
They kill mommy, at it by 12 I was selling nicks!
See me I'm a survivor; I tell nigga suck a dick! (yeah!)
And niggas know I'm strapped; so they ain't saying shit! (shit!)
Me, I'm a party pooper; [shot] I be fucking up for fun, (uh-huh!)
These niggas wanna stunt [shot] I wan' get at 'em with a gun! (yeah!)
Since a lil' nigga I been on the same shit,
Don't act like something new when niggas getting hit. - Whattup BIG? {50 Cent!}

[Chorus: Biggie sample from: "Suicidal Thoughts".]
[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell! (uh-huh)
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (whaat?)
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion (yeah!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion! (RRRRRRRRRR!) {NELSON!}

[B.I.G.:] When I die fuck it, I wanna go to hell!
[50 Cent:] I'm a piece of shit it ain't hard to fucking tell! (HAHAAAHHH!) {G-UNIT!}
[B.I.G.:] Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion!
[50 Cent:] I know my momma wish she got a fucking abortion!

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
I'm Notoriousssss!
Biggie ain't around now you need me alright!
I'm Notoriousssss!
You can chill with 'Pac, nigga in your next life!
I'm Notoriousssss!

[Outro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 nigga!
I'm back mashed
WHASSUP?
Man this shit getting ready to change man!
Telling you mayne!
Muthafuckin' gangstas can't do the skanky leg!
What's next mayne?
You gon be dropping it low like a stripper? !
Ahh, shit!
I'm tryna fit in and I ca'nt fit in! [classiv evil laughter]
Damn!
I'm BACK BABY!
AAAHHH! [beat fades out] [classiv evil laughter] [rewind] {"FOREVER KING"!}

 

[fox69]

"Sunday Morning"

"Sunday Morning"


This is how I'm feeling right now, I mean I'm.. I'm blessed

[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning

[Verse 1]
I make so many mistakes, so many corrections
I'm so far from perfect, so many imperfections
But I'm a go getta, I get up and go get it
So if you're preaching prosperity, I wanna hear it
I make the hood look good, turn the base into base line
Punch lines to white lines, run from the one time
My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes
Now you seen the dope fiend lean
And you seen the pimp pimp hoes
The 4-4 blow and niggas puff dro
Like there's no tomorrow
Hit that pass that, that's the motto
You know jail's like vacation for my friends
They go away, come home and do the same shit again
You think I'm bad, man they don't give a fuck
They trying do what they gotta do to get a buck

[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning

[Verse 2]
I take the line out the good book an eye for an eye
Shoot me I shoot you back, I don't care if you die
First the sun comes down, then the sun goes up
And the coke price too when the Ds make a bust
It's freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall and
Everything you worked for, they come to take it all
Man it's like they don't know what they taking
Hit you with the tazer, I'll have you sizzling like bacon
When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use it
Through my pain there's a piece of me in all of my music
Go head you can judge me, I'm hoping you love me
I see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magic
Hocus pocus keep the bitches focused
Before we pop up on that ass with toasters
Lord forgive me I'm regressing again
Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins

[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning

 

[fox69]

"Surrounded By Hoes"

"Surrounded By Hoes"


[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Everywhere I'm at everywhere I go, I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when I'm tryin to be on the low, I'm recognized by hoes
Man, its gotta be cause of the dough, its got to be cause of the dough
Cause the game sure wasn't like this before, it wasn't like this before

[Verse One]
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should see how they react when I come through the door
In the club my niggaz, we fittin to ball out
Drink till we fall out
Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out
Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out
I'll have your punk ass on the dance floor tryin to crawl out
I had bad luck, then my luck changed up
You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up
You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'm makin a killin
These other rap niggaz just catching feelings

[Chorus]

Haha, yeah
Yeah that's it nigga, what the fuck you thought
I ain't giving niggaz more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle
The fuck you want for free man
Ya'll niggaz be wanting a lot for free man
Fuck them other niggaz, other niggaz can't rap
That's why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing man
You know what I mean
Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night
Haha, the fuck man
Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork
We work hard nigga
50 Cent

 

[fox69]

"Swag Level"

"Swag Level"


My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?

First it was the Glock going hand to hand
Then I got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, I knocks them out

I get that paper nigga, I get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If I don’t get it on this time, I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles and creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, [?] you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and I’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like [?] to my niggas, get the [?] pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something [?]

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
Find More lyrics at
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread

And I be swagging all day, I be swagging all day
I’m from NY, but I fuck with [?]
When I’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home
Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit I’m on
Warrup [?] don’t get it fucked up
A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, I got bad habits
Sem autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it
Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit
I been doing this I don’t need practice
I been doing this I don’t need practice

My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten I gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, I blow, I blows the bread

 

[fox69]

"Talk About Me"

"Talk About Me"


[Intro]
Yeah! Ha Ha!

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 1]
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land
That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 2]
Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz
Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him
Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right
I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
I don't know why but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 4]
Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood we fucked up
I can't believe this nigga getting all this money
Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat
You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit
He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 5]
That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock
You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
I tought him what it takes, to go this far
Boy I'm the reason you are what you are

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

 

[fox69]

"Talking In Codes"

"Talking In Codes"


{"Alright, are you ready?"}
[50] Fuck that

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
These niggaz is green, these niggaz is green
I'm talkin in codes, pardon me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him in a hoopty, squeeze hit him through the do'
These niggaz is green, these niggaz is green
I'm talkin in codes, pardon me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
These niggaz is green

[50 Cent]
It's nuttin to it, cock it, bang it and get rid of that
Hit his fitted cap, he won't get a chance to Twitter that
I make the Ruger sing a song, bullets hum to you
You better have God wit'chu when I come to you
I'm a grimy nigga, I said some simple shit
You's a dirty nigga with syphilis on your dick
I catch you I'ma wash you up, line you, spit-shine you
Leave you right there in the street, where niggaz can find you
Die nigga die, fly pelican fly
When I pull it eat a bullet, don't question me why
What's the laws of the jungle, I'll show you what the gun do
My bad, what the shell do; you rot until they smell you

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Get green son get him, cut his head
He didn't even see it comin, he sleepin that's what he did
Get biz, niggaz actin like it ain't what it is
Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit
Let Doc come sew him up, gang signs throw 'em up
In my hood growin up - you pussy or you bout it
You shootin or you runnin, the police comin
Niggaz get at you, you get at them or you don't mean nuttin
Niggaz walk tough, even walk like warriors
On some G shit they get to singin like Gloria
Now come clean, tell us what you told the D's
Matter fact don't tell us shit, motherfucker hold this

[Chorus]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah, feels like summer to me
Expect it nice and hot
40 Day, my bad my bad
Family Day, I be in the projects
Y'all come check me out
Get a chance to do some new shit
You don't wanna miss this, trust me

[Chorus]