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"Touch The Sky"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"Touch The Sky"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom
Im armed tre pound in my palm im calm
Nigga my mamma made a baby boy the hood made a man
My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this you knew this i told you pussy
Ur fate ur death date ill fucking come for u pussy
Have you like ei-ei-uh oh after the 44 blow
I get low they say i go like a pro
Its a rap when im doseing
You smoked like a roach
U been clapped then in fact theres no coming back from that
Im the last of my breed
No henny no weed
Just my vest and my semi
In the back of that bentley
Im nos and im bras
See im there and im gone
Cause my loyals is strong
And my money here is long
So when im right im right
And when im wrong im right
Ill hit your ass up right
Nigga its nighty night

[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

[VERSE 2: TONY YAYO]
Hey yo im higher than a pilot man
Ill cut your body man
Beat the case i lied on a polygram
These ogs talk about back in the days
I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page
Im your top eight nigga
Drop eight nigga
GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
Im an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks
I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars
Same house and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an r&b bitch
Yeah you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
Im the teflon don boy i get busy
Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip

[CHORUS:]
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
 
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"True Loyalty"
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)

"True Loyalty"
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)



[50 Cent]
Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
yeah..

[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)]
There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
(Except loyalty and love, between thugs)
For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
(For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin)
For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass
(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight
'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?)
'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha
I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
How could you not love a Thug like me?

[Chorus]
Would you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)

[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)]
(Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
I'm the clip, you the gat
I'm the glock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the trap
I'm a pen, you the pad
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the stab
I'm the driver, you the Jag)
I'm the ice, you the bezel
I'm grimy, you ghetto
I'm the bow, you the arrow
I'm the shell, you the barrel
I'm a pimp, you a player
I'm dope, you the hustler
I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you know it's top notch
And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, it's Showtime at the Apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga
If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young
With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man
Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand
You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha
 
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"Twisted"
(feat. Mr. Probz)

"Twisted"
(feat. Mr. Probz)



[Intro: Mr. Probz]
Here’s a little info you should know
Here’s a little info, info, info

[Hook: Mr. Probz]
Get the party rockin’, bottles poppin’
Tonight we gon’ turn up ‘till we twisted, twisted, twisted
Yeah, yeah, yeah
System thumpin’, the club is jumpin’
Tonight we gon’ turn up ‘till we twisted, twisted, twisted
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Let’s toast to the success and take it a little higher
May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires
Let your driving ambitions offer you new visions
May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions
This is more than Champagne, this is more than just a glass
This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had
Let’s enjoy tonight like tonight’s our last
We can focus on the future and reflect on the past
We done came so far, I mean, look where we are
If they don’t call us by name they call us entrepreneurs
When the block to the ballroom, the hood to the high life
Skyscraper paper, baby, life in a limelight
Want the best of the best, the top of the top
I mean the baddest bitch, you know, the cream of the crop
We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average
More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
What was once a strike against us has become an advantage
Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts
That mastermind, that mental is oh so essential
Product of the environment, they ain't been what we've been through
I’m fond of the phrase “If there’s a will, there’s a way”
‘Cause we come from the parts where only killas could play
Southside, it’s alright, ghetto’s my Alma Mater huh? It’s alright
We could keep the party jumpin’ like this all night
The bottles, just keep ‘em coming, baby, let’s get right
Let’s get it on, play a little Marvin
It’s gettin’ hot in here, homie, this could be a problem
[?] let’s keep riding to the top
Let’s do it, do it big and let the fuckin’ haters watch, oh yeah
This is perfect, this a moment to remember
As we proceed on our money getting agenda

[Hook]
 
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"U Heard Me"

"U Heard Me"


[50 Cent]
Uh huh...yea

Verse 1
Shorty the Henny got me feeling right
Ya heard me?
My momma gone you could spend the night
Ya heard me?
I'm not playing I'm trying to fuck tonight
Ya heard me?
Clothes off face down ass up c'mon
Shorty you roll with the winners right
Ya heard me?
You see now me I got my money right
Ya heard me?
I'm tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play
When you come around my way
Ya heard me?
You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome
Ya heard me?
You could get in but don't touch the phone
Ya heard me?
Money come money go I know
But everytime I flow it's mo money fa sho
Ya heard me?
In the street niggas sayin I'm nice
Ya heard me?
Watch flooded no more room for ice
Ya heard me?
Niggas be on tv struttin' hard
And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin' robbed
Ya heard me?
You might hear I get shot but I don't get robbed
Cause me, I be on my jog

[Chorus]
You like it when I back that ass up on you?

[50 Cent]
Ooh, baby I like it, I like it

When I work that ass, that ass

[50 Cent]
Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile

And baby I like it, I like it

[50 Cent]
Everytime we dance you make it worth my while

And baby I like it, I like it

[Verse 2]
Shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers and shot callers
I wanna make sure you hear me
Ya heard me?
We rap now we rollin and I'm holdin'
And I'm gonna make sure you hear me
Ya heard me?
I freak off with the video chicks
Ya heard me?
Sweatin' tracks out in back of the 6
Ya heard me?
MTV they gonna play my hits
Ya heard me?
Even though I'm real ghetto and shit
Ya heard me?
I got a g niggas shoot that ace
Ya heard me?
Your ass bettin' I'm gonna cut your face
Ya heard me?
Last thing I need is to catch a new case
I don't know nothing about them high heads but I sell base
Ya heard me?
The city boys trying to kill a kid
Ya heard me?
Shot me up in front of my crib
Ya heard me?
He had the drop I couldn't run from him
Shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him
Ya heard me?
Little homie saying "50 you tough"
Ya heard me?
9 shots just wasn't enough
Ya heard me?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Nigga you best be commin' up with my cash
Ya heard me?
Don't make me go and get the Gat out the stash
Ya heard me?
I'll come back and pop one in your ass
Ya heard me?
Don't play wit the money, no not with the money
Niggas get knocked when they start playing games
Ya heard me?
Stop telling the police my name
Ya heard me?
I don't mind givin chicks them tips
Ya heard me?
They let me play with then tits and hips
Ya heard me?
When I come through they know I'm a thug
Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen's club
Ya heard me?
I rap but I'm still selling them o's
Ya heard me?
My man Mike still pimpin' them hoes
Ya heard me?
He said if the hoe knew better she'd come do better
And make a pimp more chedder
Ya heard me?

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
50 make it crazy in the club
I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me
I come through niggas always show me love
I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me
Niggas want beef, y'all could see me in the street
I'm speaking clearly so you can hear me
But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat
I'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me
 
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"U Not Like Me"

"U Not Like Me"


NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

[Verse]
Niggas wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggas sign language, that ain't def son
[click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fucking cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn

[Chorus 2X]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

[Verse]
Momma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggas, I'm still waiting
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the cross, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got at least two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waiting for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE

[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

[Verse]
See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligible for that
I shot niggas, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch getting in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you know
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hoes
Niggas broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearing starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watching you watching me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha

[Chorus 2x]
If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

[Ad-libing to the end]
 
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"U Should Be Here"

"U Should Be Here"


[Intro]
YEAH!, (yeah), your rockin' wit the toast of New York
Tony Yayo (Tony Yayo), Lloyd Banks (Lloyd Banks), 50 Cent (50 Cent)
G-UNIT (G-Unit), and here we go!

[background singing of "you should be here," throughout intro and the song]

[50 Cent - Singing (Male voice)]
You should be here wit me bitch
You should come and make me rich
Girl you know you need a pimp
Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy)
You should be here wit me bitch (ew, ew, girl)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
Bitch, (you should be here)

[50 Cent - Verse 1 (w/male voices)]
Bright and early in the mornin' come up short with my money
And for sure I'll kick your ass bitch (what you say)
(You should be here) You fuckin' with them other niggaz
But you know you love the niggaz, switch to a pimp bitch (BITCH)
(You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes
You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm "throwin them bows"
(You should be here) Right here next to me
Girl I know you tired of fuckin' for free (WOO, Sing along)

[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent]
(You should be girl)
You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call
(You should be girl)
You should be down on your knees, tryin' to break me off (uh huh, uh huh)
(You should be girl)
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
(Well I wish you were)
You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here)

[Verse to - Lloyd Banks]
Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer
I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho (Lloyd Banks)
(You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner
Niggaz knows, what, you up on 'em sinners, no (Hell no)
(You should be here) Walkin' the track, Grain Hill, sleeves, snow
Anythinh to speed up the process of the cash flow (gotta get that money man)
(You should be here) Catchin' a date, and breakin'll keep me straight
Even if you gotta take it in the ass ho (you take it in the ass)

[Chorus 1- 50 Cent]
(You should be here) You should be that bitch that come (uh huh)
Everytime I call (I told ya'll motherfuckers)
(You should be here) You should be down on your knees
Tryin' to break me off (You should be)
You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
(Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga)
You should be that bottom bitch, out on the grind

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Uh, yeah, (you should be here)
Look, I don't really need you, I get my dough, bitch
I got some Coupe's, I got some jeeps, I got some mo' shit
(You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos (uh huh)
I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels
(You should be here) I'm internationally known, man everybody know me
Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie
(You should be here) But you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C (C)
Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP (yeah)

[Chorus to - Male voice singing]
(You should be), you should be here with me babe
You should be here with me babe
(You should be) Girl you know you drive me (sing along)
Girl you know you drive me crazy
(You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
(Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
You should be here

[Outro - Man from intro, talking]
I told ya'll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin' over this shit man (takin' over this shit man)
(You should be here) We run the hood
and we run these motherfuckin' offices (and we run these motherfuckin' offices)
Ya'll be wiling if (you should be here)
If ya'll hear (hear), the fuckin' (fuckin')
Chase these crackers that's cuttin' us right now
(You should be here) Man you still local
I'm out the hood man (I'm out the hood man) (c'mon)

[Chorus 2]
 
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"United Nations"

"United Nations"


[Intro]
Uh uh uh yeah
Uh, uhhh
Uh uh uh yeah {"SMS, Audio"}
Uh, uhhh

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got big bags of paper I'ma spennnnd, uhhh
We gon' do it how we do it then do the shit againnnn, uhhh
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna winnnn, uhhh
We celebratin like a nigga home fresh out the pen, uhhh

[50 Cent]
I'm on, bitches all on my john
To get bread and don't blow bread, the fuck is the point?
Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
Pop a X then a blue pill then wreck a bitch
I like it raw; ooh baby ohh baby I like it raw
Take a chill pill bright and early tomorrow
The morning after, plan B, no kids involved
Please no kids involved
I put that money in a vault bitch, Usain Bolt quickness
But let's make a deal then blow mil's for real
Uh, time's a-wastin, you're watchin my watch, huh?
You're old school, huh? You're jockin my style, uhh

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I don't give a flyin fuck, I always make bail
Motherfuck an award, check Forbes I'm there
Not once, e-ve-ry year!
Even when I take a break my pockets is in shape
I'm back off of vacation
Can you believe it I been gettin paid on vacation?
Yeah, I'ma keep niggaz forever hatin
They thought I'm goin down now look I'm levitatin
I'm with Deepak, meditatin
In Somalia and Kenya with United Nations
Fundin the World Food Programme
I'm fin' to solve world hunger, goddamn!

[Chorus]
 
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"Wait Until Tonight"

"Wait Until Tonight"


If you think you're lonely now
Wait until tonight, girl
Ah man
If you think you're lonely now
Wait until tonight, girl

[Verse 1:]
I'm waitin' on you to come, baby I'm that man
Bedroom superhero, naked I'm Batman
I kill it then I give ya mouth-to-mouth, CPR
Bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life
Bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic
Have it how you want it, my back shot's bionic
She givin' me something I can feel like En Vogue
Unload then reload, recharge, I'm back on
Back at it, fuckin' up the sprigs in her Craftmatic
Jack rabbit, addiction, I don't wanna break that habit
Your boy toy man, child it's cool, you can play with me
City life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me
I wanna share thoughts, let's talk, go for a walk
Fantasies, we can get loose right in the park
Bullseye right through her head, to her heart
It's mental and physical, when you're gone, I'll be missin' you

[Hook:]
You gon' get it, you gon' get it
I got a plan for you (Got it all planned girl)
Girl it's on 'til the 'mon when you come through (haha)
I can't think of a thing that I won't do (What you wan' do?)
When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait 'til I get you girl)

[Verse 2:]
I'm Curtis Mayfield, Marvin, the new Bobby Womack
2012 freak shit, baby I'm all that
The touchin' and the teasin', the pleasure's the reason
I'm sure she'll be open from the lickin' and strokin'
Or how I say a line and it stimulates her mind
My sense of humor, I make her smile while passin' time
It's sexual, it's not perverted or obscene
The foreplay we play, until I touch her 'til she cream
Cash rules the shortie, she's something out a dream
Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between
Got that island girl swag, she Dutty Wine
When we get back to the spot, that ass is mine
See how I switch gears, her bra gone it's on
It's showtime, it's my turn to perform
Leave the lights on, while I get it, I got it good
She sayin' she love my show, I'm sayin' I knew she would

[Hook:]
You gon' get it, you gon' get it
I got a plan for you (Got it all planned girl)
Girl it's on 'til the 'mon when you come through (haha)
I can't think of a thing that I won't do (What you wan' do?)
When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait 'til I get you girl)
 
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"Wanksta"

"Wanksta"


[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got time to waste
Let's make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gangster but you never pop nuttin'
We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the nine
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
I'm fucking with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cause I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three to nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who dropping dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you never pop nothing
We said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you never cop nuttin'
You been hustling a long time
And you ain't got nothing

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in high school you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta when it come to the chedda
And if you play with my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'm a sweat her, sipping on amaretto
I'm living once than deada, I know I can do better
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin' the same ol' two step
Guerrilla unit cause they say we bugged out
Cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cause I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas saying they going murd' 50, how?
We riding 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and F-bangs, huh

[Chorus 2X]
 
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"Wanksta (Remix)"
(feat. Flipmode Squad)

"Wanksta (Remix)"
(feat. Flipmode Squad)




[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga
We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker
Blowing niggas tops, what?
Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga
Check it, let me talk, check it, check it

[Busta Rhymes]
There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement
And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement
You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga
And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga
A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched
Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks
Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire
We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires

[Rampage]
Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi
Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki
Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky
I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey
Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed
Smack you in your face with my chain
Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein
Everybody in the industry know my squad's name

[Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin
You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin
So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin
Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin

[50 Cent]
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line
I'm fuckin with they mind, I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime
I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2: 50 Cent]
You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin
We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin
You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin
You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin

[Baby Sham]
I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin
You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin
Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill
But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil
Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal
Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[50 Cent]
Damn homie, in highskewl you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let her
Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin the same ol' two step
Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out

[Chorus 2 - repeat 2x]

[50 Cent]
Ah ha!
 
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