50 Cent Feat Jeremih – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

[Intro]
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em

[Jeremih]
Don’t do much talking
I just checked ‘em with the date
Got ’bout 3, 4 bad b-tches in the tub waiting for me
My favorite of them go by the name Alice
Said she got a man but she can’t stand it he is a sleeze bro

[50 Cent]
B-tch I am the man I love bubbling shorty
Get get your pants, all over me
Go with your belief

[Jeremih]
Get your tires nasa, careful what you ask
I know they want that (give it to ‘em)
Whatever is on top (give it to ‘em)
I’mma spend a little more change
At the bar til the DJ runs his back

I, give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em

[50 Cent]
If you see that the sh-t doesn’t make them (girls go wild)
My sh-t knock in the club maybe make them (girls go wild)
From the front to the back when they get here (girls go wild)
I got a mack, I like the rocking to my own sh-t (girls go wild)

[Jeremih]
She want me to trick that thing this p-ssy won for me
She see my watch and all about, on top of my new pinky ring
Understand I am out here in these street get out of lunch, trying take mine
I’ll itching with the heat
Girl my swag is illicit, look of all folly friends I blue up a couple Gs
Shorty bad I bet she is a freak
She might bring a friend if she want something to eat

I know they want that (give it to ‘em)
Whatever is on top (give it to ‘em)
I’mma spend a little more change
At the bar til the DJ runs his back

I, give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em

[50 Cent]
If you see that the sh-t doesn’t make them (girls go wild)
My sh-t knock in the club maybe make them (girls go wild)
From the front to the back when they get here (girls go wild)
I got a mack, I like the rocking to my own sh-t (girls go wild)

50 Cent Feat Jeremih – Girls Go Wild Lyrics

50 Cent – Bullshit And Party Song Lyrics

[50 Cent - Chorus]
All we do is bullshit and party then bullshit some more
All we do is bullshit then party around the globe on world tour
That’s that bullshit, let’s party
That’s that bullshit, let’s party

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Look b-tch its 50, you know its hot
number one on the billboard spot
You must be high saying it’s not
You must be drunk, you must be drunk
I got Guetta going ghetto now
I suggest you don’t fuck around
Everybody know how I get down, you know how I get down

[50 Cent - Chorus]
All we do is bullshit and party then bullshit some more
All we do is bullshit then party around the globe on world tour
That’s that bullshit, let’s party
That’s that bullshit, let’s party

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Man I get the club jumping, yea it’s nothing
I do this all the time
Now bartender bring 10 bottles I’m ballin’ out of my mind
Wait the b-tches on me, b-tch get off me
You f-cking up the flo’ you got the go
Don’t trip, don’t trip, this that certified rich n-gga shit

Sound like a tech over techno (It’s on)
From New York its sexual (It’s on)
Give it yo you from the get go (It’s on)
Every position (It’s on)
Girl slow it down, matter of fact turn around
Back it up, break it down, you know how we get down

[50 Cent - Chorus]
All we do is bullshit and party then bullshit some more
All we do is bullshit then party around the globe on world tour
That’s that bullshit, let’s party
That’s that bullshit, let’s party

[50 Cent - Verse 3]
Till the sun come up, till we all f-cked up, till the Champagne gone
This is celebration, till the music stop, and the lights come on
Till everybody gone, where’s everybody gone to?
To my house, it’s the after party, better grab somebody
Come and move your body, now let’s make a toast
To success, you’re my guest I’m your host, 50

Sound like a tech over techno (It’s on)
From New York its sexual (It’s on)
Give it yo you from the get go (It’s on)
Every position (It’s on)
Girl slow it down, matter of fact turn around
Back it up, break it down, you know how we get down

[50 Cent - Chorus X2]
All we do is bullshit and party then bullshit some more
All we do is bullshit and party run the globe on world tour
That’s that bullshit, let’s party
That’s that bullshit, let’s party

50 Cent – Bullshit And Party Song Lyrics

50 Cent – I’m All Turnt Up Song Lyrics

My glock pop from blocks you can feel it
G-G-G-G-G-G, It’s the muthaf-ckin unit!
My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it
G-G-G-G-G…Its the muthaf-ckin unit!

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
I got a trunk full of tens
I got a stash full of ends
I got that 64 Regal sittin’ on 20″ rims
Got that Beamer that Bentley
I got that 63 Benz
And a white b-tch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end
Call her head game the Hoover I mean the way she maneuver
Up and down, up and down, and a n-gga head spin ’round
She’s a fellatio pro, I get off watching her go
She get to takin’ it deep, and put a n-gga to sleep

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Its on now, ’cause these b-tches gyrating
We strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin’
Party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she aint stoppin’
Sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ p-ssy poppin’ tic-toc-in
make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick
Play the game b-tch, shit make us both rich
F-ck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit
I aint nothin’ like the n-ggas you done been with

[Chorus]
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I’m all turnt up, My trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
N-gga I’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(My rear view mirror is vibrating)
I’m all turnt up, I’m all turnt up

[50 Cent]
It feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
Tricks on me, tricks on me
Me I’m never trippin’ for a b-tch homie
b-tch homie, I’m rich homie
Turn it up!
Thats 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka
You n-ggas see me
Lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthaf-cka
You n-ggas aint sayin nothin’
Know I got that muthaf-ckin tre pound, 6 shots muthaf-cka I let it rotate
N-ggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks at?
N-gga I dont know where the f-ck that Lil’ n-gga at
I aint heard from him
F-ck Yayo too n-gga , I’m on some new shit
F-ck the group n-gga
I’ma introduce you to my new n-ggas
Uh, its 0-11
I figured out whats the matter with this shit It aint me, its these n-ggas
Its the Roc, I’m on my Jay Z shit
Nah nah, f-ck the group man
I’m on my Beyonce shit
I’m on my way to the top godammit
yeah

50 Cent – I’m All Turnt Up Song Lyrics

Gucci Mane Feat. 50 Cent – Recently Lyrics

Recently I approach, the microphone, cause I aint no joke
Recently I approach, the microphone, because I aint no joke
Recently, recently, recently, recently….

[Gucci Mane]
She want to sex me of course
Cause I pull up in a Porsche
I make love to the money
But she get moist off my voice
Got a shit load of hundreds
Got a bag full of loud
Got a hand full of 20’s
I threw that shit in the crowd
I’m playing 50 and Gucci
Don’t play with 50 or Gucci
Cause they got goonies that do you
That hit your ass with the uzi
All my fans protest at my most recent arrest
I smoke nothing but the best
Here a toast of success
And little mama want to creep with me
I know she want to sleep with me
It gotta be the g in me
Cause aint no R&B in me
Mr. Icecream man call me Mr. TMZ
Like a blindfolded man n-ggas aint seeing me
It’s Gucci

[Gucci Mane - Chorus]

I just brought a drop just recently
I killed the parking lot just recently
I just brought a whip just recently
I made another flip just recently
I just bust a check just recently
I bust a bad bitch just recently
I’m screaming out “who want a piece of me?!”
I just got a deal just recently

[50 cent]
50 and Gucci n-gga this shit equals bread
homie f-ck with the paper, im trying to take off your head
we get the check from the music, we get the cash from the track
when it comes to the money n-gga we right where its at
where it at! where it at! where it at! where it at! here it is!
the sickest shit, we filthy f-cking n-gga rich
always on some crazy shit, blame it on some baby shit
Lambo round that autobahn, speeding like i bought a lot
aint got to talk to get a bitch, what you think we bought it for
catch me riding solo, you know i got the strap
that pistol like them pills hoe you know im popping that
i hit that button on your block and drop the top on my convertible
I’m known to find a nosey rat but aint nobody heard of you
they call me king, cha-ching that money coming in
man everything I seen is over cause I’m hood
my pinky ring, thats stacks, man thats a hundred rats
the way it bling makes dope boys want to move crack

[Chorus]

50 Cent – Dial 911 Freestyle Lyrics

i return, stronger than ever
i get the creepin in the … so … get the fallin
now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
then you can understand what i’m sayin when i’m sayin i’m all in
so if you fuck em with the … you niggers better call
dial 911, tell them i got a gun,
i come through, put that pressure on them
wear that smith & wesson on them
damn it i came i cop …see a lot
six shot body rock and they drop burning hot
bleed nigger bleed till you start feeling cold
you know you niggers really don’t serve a purpose
unless you learn to follow all these then become workers
if you ask me you’re just taking up space
i won’t hesitate to smack fire at your face

i get the creepin in the … so … get the fallin
now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
then you can understand what i’m sayin when i’m sayin i’m all in
so if you fuck em with the … you niggers better call
dial 911, tell them i got a gun,
i don’t give a fuck, i’m also stop
hide in a burf, then they put it work
i cut through into your face, see your teeth through your cheek
seconds before you start to leak all over the street nigger
your peoples is pussy i mean your homies is stun
it’s a good time to run before i get to my gun
i hit the ashes that you see them i strip hop and the dash
hit the corner out the window, boy i pop at your ass

i get the creepin in the … so … get the fallin
now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
then you can understand what i’m sayin when i’m sayin i’m all in
so if you fuck em with the … you niggers better call
dial 911, tell them i got a gun,
50 till it’s nothing left
i’ma keep going till there’s nothing left
call this 13 out of 13 motherfuckers, hahahahah
i’m just playing with niggers man
when yo all hear what i got, oh my god, hahahaha
i can feel it, the earthquake is coming
…tsunami, damn, …

50 Cent – Boomerang Lyrics

Yeah I’m back to work man
I’ma do this shit til I fall apart

[Hook x2]
She boomerang, I do my thing, she come back
Everytime that bitch say she leaving she come back
She boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang
She boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang

This one’s for all you n-ggas on lock down
Really missing the bitch with the dick in her mouth
Now she say she leaving, I say leave
Shit I need ait to breath
She no neccessity to me, I got game like the NBA
Pro bitch, I know shit
My nickname NFL, a N-gga F-cking Loaded
I’m rich like them white boys out there playing hockey
NHL, a N-gga Hold a Llama and I’m cocky
Should I explain myself, baby I’m on that hood shit
So say you wanna go, well I say go ‘head good bitch
I tour PGA, thats P-ssy n Good Ass
Bitch, when your on the jet, everybody first class
Shots of Tequila, Philippine cuisine, Adobo
You know a n-gga loco
My photo, on Cover of the Vibe
A n-gga so live, it’s GQ, XXL and Black Enterprise

[Hook]

All I wanna do is flip money and make a profit
Shorty get to working my nerves, she need to stop it
Special investigate son, she jumping through my phone
I wanna f-cking be friend this is not want I want
Shit was cool til she shifted now her emotions involved
I got that dick game that put bitches in pyscho ward
She said she need me like she need air
And it hurts because I’m acting like I don’t care
I was stuck so we f-ck, call it make up sex
Call it magic, she tried to leave, she come back
She gotta have it
She addicted to my left stroke
Nah man, my right stroke
I hit the back of that thing, she hit high notes

[Hook]

[Outro - Talking]
You n-ggas in trouble man
I woke up this morning, feeling like the old me
I swear to God man
Everytime I say something, it’s hot
This shit just come outta me man
They say I work just what I am
I’m an artist, Dont waste your time being a critic
Because I’m critically acclaimed muthaf-cker
Around the World, I’m 1 of 1
There will never be another me
I’m a perfectionist striving for perfection
50 Cent, f-ck with me, G-g-g-g-g-unit

50 Cent – You Like Me Better Rich Lyrics

Theres something about the way i get it
I do, I get it
Theres something about the way I did it
Like there’s nothing to it

[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n-gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I caught where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up bitch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit

N-gga time, money, money time
Smoke the barrell of the nine
See ya see ya blood leak
Tell ya punk ass weak
Lay down, stay down
Go ‘head kiss the ?
Police box me in, I will kill a hostage
Bang bang close range, there wont be no get back
For the last time n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at
You’re working my nerves and I aint got patience
Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it

[Chorus]

This little light of mine, I’m gon let it shine
Right under the barrell, I’m sure I wont miss
Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
Your catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash before shit get really bad
You don’t really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad

[Chorus]

Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
Some of you n-ggas aint even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance
They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time
This shit gon bring chills up your spine
G-g-g-g-g-unit

50 Cent – You Heard Me Lyrics

[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
!!!!!!there should be “ya heard me?”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(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 i like it, i like it

[verse 2]
shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers you should call us
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

50 Cent – SMS Get The Message Lyrics

[Intro]
N-gga I ain’t f-cking around,
SMS, get the message, get the message!
SMS, get the message!

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
I run from one time, f-ck 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 n-ggas, 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 n-ggas, 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 n-ggas look at and flinch
Ghetto n-gga 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 n-gga ether

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

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue
N-ggas’ll shoot n-ggas, you lucky it weren’t you
N-gga, 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, n-gga, 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 n-ggas 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
N-gga 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 f-ck about fitting in
You n-ggas gonna follow me!
Back to the ground, n-gga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
Now wan’ get dirty with me?
We gon’ see if you all you n-ggas done with soft?
All y’all get with the shit man
This the shit man
All the real n-ggas feel it!
Rest of you RnB ass n-ggas
Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, n-gga
F-ck It!
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
SMS Audio, Sleek By 50
R.I.P NATE DOGG

50 Cent – All His Love Freestyle Lyrics

he gonna give you all his love,
he gonna give you all his time
he won’t let a minute go by
without the thought of you crossing his mind
i be like fuck a bitch, i’m trying to stay …
i trying to concentrate on whose
even if i fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
ride the moment, i got the dough

yeah, i got all kind of bitches, … bitches, beginner bitch
my phone ringing and i ain’t answering cause i’ve been a bitch
i’m all like a pimp in a trick,
i send a bitch, 50’s and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch
if we going out we going we going dutch pay for your inner bitch
look bitch, this is my life … vivid shit
every different day i wake up to play with a different bitch
bitches love me, just like i love me
fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch
you wanna buy me shit, meet me at the mall bitch
in the strip club, now holler at your ass bitch
get the cash bitch and then go back to your man bitch

he gonna give you all his love,
he gonna give you all his time
he won’t let a minute go by
without the thought of you crossing his mind
i be like fuck a bitch, i’m trying to stay …
i trying to concentrate on whose
even if i fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
ride the moment, i got the dough

i got a ghetto bitch, good bitch, certified hood bitch
who … to the end, bitch fuck me and i …
said i’m headed to the top bitch i’m trying to get it on
a real bitch will be there for a nigger if he fall
the club pack …to the back up in this bitch
i know my louie checkers … and black up in this bitch
diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck
bitch niggers … if you want, we got swimmers on the deck
put your hands here, over a bitch, the bitch ain’t … in a porno clip with a bitch
she can’t suck dick but damn nigger use your head
she gonna find another dick to suck when you’re dead

he gonna give you all his love,
he gonna give you all his time
he won’t let a minute go by
without the thought of you crossing his mind
i be like fuck a bitch, i’m trying to stay …
i trying to concentrate on whose
even if i fuck that bitch do the freaky shit
ride the moment, i got the dough

west side, this that shit right here
feel like you’re supposed to be on that d top, yeah
niggers think they’re better than me, but they’re not
fuck them, i’m just gonna start over
so we gonna act like i ain’t been that nigger for 8 years
and i’m a new nigger, call me ferrari… neck.

Pusha T Feat. 50 Cent – Raid Lyrics

[Pusha T]
I’m only in the company of Kings
I made a power move and it’s everything it seems
Before ‘Ye signed me, I was getting out my dream
Standing on the shoulders of 20,000 fiends
Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it
F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA)
One letter short but still muthaf-ck the DA.
We play by the rules as they try and crack the code
Combination locks to the kilo’s that I hold
Leopard print Louboutin’s, prowlin’ the concrete
Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin, gears of war, any of them top floors
35 large took you right out the top draw
Still got a throwaway phone in my sock draw

[Pharrell]
It’s like rain, spraying on you roaches
The AK is an animal, it is ferocious
A n-gga wanna sing but he is the dopest
Watch that n-gga disappear, hocus pocus
Ring, ring the n-gga wanna sing
Ring, ring, I keep that bitch clean
Ring, ring the n-gga wanna sing
Unless he is an insomniac, he dying to dream

[50 Cent]
You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus
Never bothered me, strong arm robbery
I went from countin’ Jelly donuts to taking the most
From my high school sweetheart to f-cking with hoes
Look I’m all grown up and I dun blown up
N-gga aint much changed, in fact, things are the same
I’m the definition of shooter, gun of choice the ruger
You’ll take my word for it or make me do it to ya
I’m a magnet to murder, when I’m in the mood
Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I’m bad news, you n-ggas know the verdict, I’m filthy
Drop Phantom is milky
White on white, 24 inch blades of steel
Red eye smoking that bomb shit
N-ggas surprised, 50 back on fire
50 back running round this bitch strapped
Hitman for hire

[Hook]

[Pusha T]
I sit with the liars, ducktape and tyres
Been lost their soul
They just waiting on the fire
Innocent faces with a shit load of prior’s
Something out of nothing, a team full of MacGuyvers
Deep sea dive for the fishscale
Tryna find a better price, man that ship sale
Take a record head back if that shit fail
Drop weight like an anchor than you set sail
Hell freeze over like the watch I put the sleeve over
Engine double scream when I turn the key over
Pirelli’s on the street rolling like a steam roller
Bitche’s double team when I have my sleep over’s
Yeah, Re-Up gang with the G-Unit
This is Taylor made drug dealer fiend music
Test it on ya tongue or watch a fiend do it
I got you hooked and I laugh as you lean to it

[Hook]

50 Cent – All About Dough Lyrics

[Chorus]
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
Cocaine, heroin, we ’bout dough, we ’bout dough
Cops coming, we runnin’, we out yo, we out yo
F-ck you thought we was trickin’, get out ho, get out ho

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
I smile when that money come, stunt when that money come
N-ggas front when that money come, and i’ma have to handle them
Man I don’t trust none of them, why they bringin’ and come with them,
Why they come in a cop, f-ck around and get shot
I wanna cold blood n-gga shit I will pull a trigger ‘cause
You’d better do your homework you’ll find out who you f-cking with
‘Cause I ain’t full of s-cker shit, I’m joking no Chris Tucker shit
I ain’t even smilin’, I’ma ’bout to start wylin’
I got bricks of that Peruvian
A though face medicine, sniff that in doughs, that’s a dope fiends regimen
Range Rover, game over, I’m getting my lean on
Hard to miss my target when I done click the beam on
I’m not the one to scheme on you, p-ssy n-ggas dream on
I give the work, f-ck what ya heard, homeboy you gettin’ shot
I’m out here with my chain on, my watch and pinky ring on
I hustle hard for this shit take a look at what I got

[Chorus]
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though
Cocaine, heroin, we ’bout dough, we ’bout dough
Cops coming, we runnin’, we out yo, we out yo
F-ck you thought we was trickin’, get out ho, get out ho

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
It’s the same old, same old, extra clips, hollow tips
N-ggas ain’t playin’ yo, we still on that gangsta shit
That block mine, find out when my Glock 9, pop
I’m surrounded by shooters, so I ain’t got to shoot it
You n-ggas on computers better sit there and compute it
Dodge what I just said, or get shot and left for dead
You think you don’t give a f-ck n-gga, I don’t give a f-ck
I pistol whip your ass down, watch your homies pick you up
I got 2 million cash, that’s my brown bag money
Think maybe that’s why n-ggas’ll just fire mags for me
It’s the telephone game, I done heard through the grape vine
N-ggas talk crazy until the holows start firin’

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, this is what it sound like when I’m rockin’ four in the morning
Shit slow down, I’m just f-cking with you
I’m ghetto, I’m ghetto like a muthaf-cker, ha ha
Eh, a n-ggas calls object, call some bitches man
I’m finna have some b-tches come over here
Oh my God, this is the life
Eh n-gga I tell you, my bank account bring goose bumps on your muthaf-cking bank
G-g-g-g-unit!!!

50 Cent – Ghetto Like A Motherf-cker Lyrics

[50 cent - Verse 1]
Imagine I was broke right now
Saying damn, where my friends go
Cat burgler style, I’m coming through your window
Bitch I’m so focused, n-gga I’m so focused
Slim chance I’ma go back to killing roaches
Be quiet, you can hear the rats in the wall
Make you want to pump crack til you stack racks
The dope bring the dough in, shawn sister, she hoeing
Like Brenda with her baby, she six months, she showing
For 50 should suck that, for a buck you could f-ck that
And you thinking she nasty, but n-ggas is nasty
Dice game shake em up, praying for a six
The wolves out there hungry, they looking for a lick
Sun down to sun up, they looking for a come up
10-30 in progress right in your projects
They boosting, you like Gucci, they got it
Spot it, and every other high end product
I put you on, my man’s man, got a credit card scam
Come through later, I’ma plug you in fam
N-ggas pissed on the staircase in an elevator
Now I’m pissed cause I’m starting to smell like this player
My little man get bread, I tell you what he doing
He bag up for days till cocaine in his urine
His momma got bills he avoiding the eviction
He play lookout and warn n-ggas when the dicks coming

[Hook]
You can say I’m ghetto, ghetto like a muthaf-cker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthaf-cker
You can say I’m ghetto, ghetto like a muthaf-cker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthaf-cker
You can say I’m ghetto, ghetto like a muthaf-cker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthaf-cker
You can say I’m ghetto, ghetto like a muthaf-cker
Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthaf-cker

[50 cent - Verse 2]
Mikey put his foot to a bitch ass on some pimp shit
10 hoes, 10 g’s a night, n-ggas getting rich
Any n-gga get out of line, I got ‘em
Southside across my back, I’m from the bottom
All a n-gga need is a block and a connect
And a box of 9mm’s to load in the tech
The beef all gravy, a n-gga half crazy
You pull it, better bang it
Cause n-ggas will bring it
That kush moving faster than crack, n-gga its burning
Now move a couple pounds of that, now you’re earning
Stack paper on every flip, get the whip
Than get a new bitch and forget the one you with
She said she could do bad all by her damn self
N-gga let her do bad all by her damn self
A bitch’ll tell when the pigs come
Won’t even try to make bail when the pigs come
Just let her do her own thing

[Hook]

50 Cent – The Paper (I Get It) Lyrics

[50 Cent]
Bartender bring the bottles of Rose
That bitch like me but I don’t give a f-ck
Bitch n-gga smelling like good weed
Crush the hashish
Look I don’t give a f-ck
I’m so grimey
They can’t like me
The paper I get it
The paper I get it

What the f-ck n-gga I rock
Like I got that style that’ll keep me forever on top
Bitch, my drop top, make n-ggas feel like theres something wrong with there hustle
I’m eating, I suggest you n-ggas try this
Scrap the plate move the weight I got the itus
I’m sick, I’m addicted to the gold
You take a hit of how this feel you want more
Sorta like what crack did to boogie and New Jack
Wassup when I crossover, there aint no coming back
Take a hit of this, this is what I’ve been cooking
Perfect product, customer good looking
This trip, this flip, I’ma get the count right
Do my numbers man, why your baker count light
Thta work you put out, that was stepped on
My shit raw dope, pur heron
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[Chorus]
Bartender bring the bottles of Rose
That bitch like me but I don’t give a f-ck
Bitch n-gga smelling like good weed
Crush the hashish
Look I don’t give a f-ck
I’m so grimey
They can’t like me
The paper I get it
The paper I get it

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Here it is n-gga, 1000 grams of uncut
Take it off consignment, f-ck up and you’re f-cked
This is certified hood shit, ghetto gold good shit
Sniff a line of this, take a pull of that
This a fact, either which way you hiding that
I’ve been here before, it’s so familiar
Bag up, fill up the paraphernalia
I wanna win so bad, n-gga I wanna kill ya
Get in the way, I’m six spray I’m bad news
Denzel when the trumpet blow, more better blues
It’s psychotic, my flows are narcotic
Tll me how you want it, my n-gga I got it
For days, My money give me goose bumps
My pockets swollen, two lumps
Count it all, 10c no cent a dime
You know me, you know I got a hell of a grind

[Chorus]

Theres nothing to it
I can smell hater
You know what this is
G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G
G-unit
This is therapy for me man
I just gotta focus on my art. I’m an artist
You can appreciate it
Like you appreciate a Picasso
Or an Andy Warhol, you should love me
When you look at me
You should say this is fresh
This is abstract
This is a work of art
This is 50
Til next time, G-G-G-G-G-unit.

50 Cent – 6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully) Lyrics

I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthaf-ckers

[Hook]
Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
You running, I’m coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I’ma get ya boy

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
That beef I cook it, n-ggas I gets down
Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
I bet when I squeeze it, n-ggas scatter
The hoes, thats a whole different story
Find out the baby aint mine, right there on Maury
Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
Thats 36 o’s of love, give me kiss, give me love
Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged
This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
*Tu, tu, tu* I’m on ya head with the beam
So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers
You’re f-cking with the wrong one
The strong one that God gave the gift
Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it
Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch


[Hook]
Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
You running, I’m coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I’ma get ya boy
(Freeway)
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
We get gully and we get money
Them schemin’ ass chicks can’t get shit from me

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Rain drops from heaven the angels cryin’
It’s raining outside, envision my gun firin’
Red and white flashes, the police coming
N-gga you aint hittin’ none, why the f-ck are you running
I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
Where’s teh love, I don’t know but here’s the snub
Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
You know it’s really not worth it
To f-ck with me, you’d rather tongue kiss the serpent
Don’t cry we all die
It’s just a matter of time
N-gga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine
Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee
F-ck around I will line you
Run from me, I will find you
Forgot I’m nice, I will remind you

[Hook]

[50 Cent]
One, two, fifty coming for you
Three, four, better lock ya door
Five, six, grab ya crucifix
Seven, eight, don’t stay up late
The monsters back
Yeah, I need a target
So I can smash their head
I’M NICE!!!