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G Unit

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Воскресенье, 17 Февраля 2008 г. 18:10 + в цитатник
Марчук_Саша (-50_CENT-) все записи автора В колонках играет - нечего не играет
Настроение сейчас - сOOl

Да,жаль что Mobb Depp уходят с G Unit records:(

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история про 50тика придуманая мною (прошу плохо не воспринимать и тапками не бить!)

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Понедельник, 27 Августа 2007 г. 23:38 + в цитатник
Книга_о_моей_жизни (-50_CENT-) все записи автора Однажды в Нью-Йорке,
В районе Куинсе,
У бедной семьи
Родился ребёнок.

И чёрнокожего малыша,
Мать назвала
Обычным именем –
Кёртис.

Ребёнок рос,
Но ему не везло –
В 4 умер отец,
А в 8 погибла и мать…

И много плохого,
Ему выпало в долю,
Но он не сломался –
Прошёл…

И вот выпадает удача –
Свой музыкальный альбом записать,
И что ж тут поделать???
И Кёртис не против.

Целых 18 песен
В свой альбом записал,
«Power of the Dollar»
Его он назвал!

И опять невезуха…
Он песню «How to Rob» записал,
А кого-то там обосрал,
И заработал себе 9 пуль…

Он долго поправлялся,
А потом ничего не боялся,
И второй свой альбом записал –
«Guess who is back? » Кёртис назвал!




И Кёртис своего имени
Раскрывать не хотел,
И придумал –
Прозвать себя 50 Cent’ом.

А про Фифти
Вдруг Eminem услыхал!
Потом его увидал,
И сразу его учителем стал!

И стал свои пластинки
Кёртис с Eminem’ом писать,
А потом и с Dre,
В студии Shady Records!!!

И создал 50 Cent свой коллектив
Под названием «G-Unit»!
И там реперы,
Как Lloyd Banks и Tony Yayo!

И вот так Кёртис прославился,
И всей Америки понравился,
А потом всему Миру,
Ну конечно и мне!!!
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King_Britt (-50_CENT-) все записи автора

Йо народ!!!Всем халло...как жизнь?

кароче тема,есть одни мкдни,которые апсирают нашего полтинника.

Может засрем их..? если че каментите тут и я дам вам ссыль..у них там целое сообщетсво....всем респект

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Суббота, 16 Июня 2007 г. 15:41 + в цитатник
Душа_Огня (-50_CENT-) все записи автора Приветик я здесь новая, но зато не мало знаю о 50 Cent и G-Unit. Даже была на ихнем концерте. Так что прошу Recpect Me
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Среда, 15 Ноября 2006 г. 18:30 + в цитатник
heydarling (-50_CENT-) все записи автора специально для Полюнчика,и всех отсльных которые не знают английского.
перевод текста 50 Cent'a - PIMP

[Припев]
Не знаю, что ты обо мне слышала,
Но ни одна су*а не получит от меня и копейки.
Ни Кадиллака, ни бесплатных визитов в салон красоты. Неужели ты не видишь,
Что я чёртов С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р?
[Повтор]

[1-ый куплет]
Сейчас эта коротышка в клубе, она танцует за деньги.
У неё пристрастие к Gucci, Fendi, Prada,
BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana.
Она удовлетворяет их глупые фантазии, а они платят ей, потому что хотят платить.
Я шепнул ей кое-что, и моя игра её заинтриговала.
Час спустя я отымел эту поп*у в Рамаде,
А слабаки-ниге*ы говорили ей на ухо, что думают о ней.
Я снял эту су*у, предложив ей выпить в баре.
Ей понравился мой стиль, моя улыбка, моя речь.
Она сама из деревни, поэтому я думаю, что нравлюсь ей, потому что я из Нью-Йорка.
Я не из тех ниге*ов, которые орут, когда им хочется минет.
Я отношусь к тем, кто орёт, когда им нужно заработать на хлеб.
Но я мог бы быть менее требовательным к тому, какова она в постели.
Су*а, выйди на дорогу, найди клиента, а затем заплати малышу.
Смотри, детка, это просто. Ты не понимаешь этого,
Но ты тра*****ся со мной, ты тра*****ся с С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р-О-М.

[Припев]

[2-ой куплет]
Деньги всегда при мне, видишь, детка, ты можешь орать на меня.
Ты тра*****ся со мной, а я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Я не то, что ты видишь по ТВ: не Кадиллак
И не сальная башка. Су*а, я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Давай, получи от меня денег, если тебе любопытно,
Каково это – переспать с С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р-О-М.
Прокатись мо мной на Мерсе. Ты сможешь посмотреть телевизор
На заднем сиденье моей тачки, я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Детка, мы могли бы распить бутылку шампанского и устроить пиршество,
Мы могли бы выпить за хорошую жизнь, детка, мы могли бы проделать всё это.
Мы могли бы потратить кучу денег, раскупив торговый центр.
Если тебе кто-то нужен, то зови меня.
Я буду поддерживать тебя в трудные минуты.
Если у тебя будут проблемы, я разрешу их, будь они серьёзные или не очень.
А тот, другой, ниге*, который рядом с тобой, он мне и в подмётки не годится.
Я твой друг, твой отец, тот, кому ты можешь доверять, СУ*А.

[Припев]

[3-ий куплет]
Придурки, я вам уже говорил, что я всегда упакован.
У меня есть Мерс, немного ценных вещиц и украшений.
Я ору на шлю*, пока не доведу их до конфуза.
Услуги сук я не оплачиваю, зато я покупаю ботинки из крокодильей кожи
И изделия из шиншиллы (летом мех стоит дешевле).
Кореш, ты можешь иметь эту шлю*у. Когда я закончу, я не собираюсь оставлять её.
Кореш, су*и приходят и уходят, это знает каждый сутенёр.
Ты говоришь, что это нужно держать в секрете, но ты не должен молчать об этом.
Су*а, выбери меня, и я заставлю тебя раздеться посреди улицы,
Опустить остальных моих шлю*. Я отшлёпаю тебя по зад**це.
А теперь обрежь мой зад, су*а, это всегда приносит мне денег.
Последний ниге*, с которым она была, наложил ей на голову швы.
Пусть твоя шлю*а останется в убытке, я заставлю её платить,
Потому что мне нужны 4 телевизора и полная стереосистема на шестерых.
Шлю*а, сделай сутенёра богатым. Я не стану платить, су*а.
Найди себе клиента, отсо*и у него, делай всякие фокусы.

[Припев]

Да, говорят, что в Голливуде нет бизнеса лучше, чем шоу-бизнес.
В моём районе говорят, что нет бизнеса лучше проституции, вот так.
Говорят, что я слишком быстро говорю. Если ты не догоняешь,
Я не стану говорить медленнее, чтобы ты всё поняла, СУ*А.
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Четверг, 19 Октября 2006 г. 17:19 + в цитатник
Аноним (-50_CENT-) все записи автора  (400x462, 49Kb) 50 Cent - How We Do Текст песни [Trina] Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella And can't none of these hoes out floss me Gator boots by Sergio Rossi Ms. Trina I got to splurge, 58 frame baby watch the curves Walk in the club don't waste no time Hit the bar up two cases of wine Cute face thin waste line Drop to the beat pop to the base line To all my girls that's kickin it You got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it You bout money and you gettin it We tight that's right. Uh [Fabolous & Trina] (Hey) This how we do! (Hooo) Yall can't deny (Hey) This how we do (whoa) I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey) Diamond Princess (whoa) Ghetto F-a-b (hey) This how we do (whoa) [Fabolous] I like my ladies off the glass like shotin off the back board Sexiest mommies beautiful as black broads Cutest rude girl, thick as Caucasian Pretty as conversions, slick as malatians Ask them let them bitches say yes sir Young and live among riches in West Jerve Switch in the excurve Strut through this bitch in the best furs Bitch in a Lex Jerse Twin gray crosses (bling) I'm the might cone Brightly chrome vendaidoes Cover your girl face From the Bruce Lee Roy glow On a mother a pearl face All I do is say one word Yall say it's foolish I send splurge I'm a lose 1/3 I never go broke my name got to o's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Fabolous & Trina] (Hey) This how we do! (Hooo) Yall can't deny (Hey) This how we do (whoa) I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey) Diamond Princess (whoa) Ghetto F-a-b (hey) This how we do (whoa) [Fabolous & Trina] (Hey) This how we do! (Hooo) Yall can't deny (Hey) This how we do (whoa) I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey) Diamond Princess (whoa) Ghetto F-a-b (hey) This how we do (whoa) [Trina] Nice lips, nice thighs, nice hips Pussy tighter then a pair of vice grips I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me (I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress From the M-I home of the stop bitches Christal, and caviar bitches, twist this game for all you fly bitches I Spit nuttin but the hot shit, you got the four dot get the four dot six Maybe than you can ride with a hot bitch VS from the anklet to the wrist I been in the game just two years End a few careers there it is But now I'm back on top again With some red hot shit for you can cop again (Yeah) [Fabolous & Trina] (Hey) This how we do! (Hooo) Yall can't deny (Hey) This how we do (whoa) I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey) Diamond Princess (whoa) Ghetto F-a-b (hey) This how we do (whoa) [Fabolous & Trina] (Hey) This how we do! (Hooo) Yall can't deny (Hey) This how we do (whoa) I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey) Diamond Princess (whoa) Ghetto F-a-b (hey) This how we do (whoa)
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Hustler's Ambition

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Понедельник, 21 Августа 2006 г. 00:07 + в цитатник
hellholes (-50_CENT-) все записи автора Hustler's Ambition (оригинал 50 Cent)
(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your energy
you know, this real shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]
Albania's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo shit, I'ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino when we new jack,
I'll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Yo the empire on the low the narc's
don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that coke leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know,
homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiend to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way
when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics
I summersault bricks
Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave,
niggaz can't fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy im 50
Check my logic,
smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me two seeds hot grown with they need
Them ain't cheap pet
plants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I'ma hustler,
I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water
and tell you its wine
If you analyze me,
what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider,
I'll be potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be,
be gettin money man

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way
when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition,
close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin,
shotgun jumpin the drama means nothin
It's part of the game,
catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous,
watchin the spinner spin
I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender
and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci
Hello!

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way
when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)


Амбиция Шустрилы (перевод Красноярцева Д.А., г.Казань)
(Чтобы гореть, огню нужен воздух.
Я не буду гореть, если тебя тут нет.)
Ага, ты нужна мне, нужна чтобы ненавидеть
Я могу дать тебе энергию
Знаешь ли, это настоящая лажа, прочувствуй…

[1-ый куплет]
Албании нравятся гангстеры, они любят меня.
Чёрный Чак, чёрные школьники, бледные-бледные.
Я делаю ритмы, я фанат,
Хотя однажды моё прозвище было под запретом.
Женщины в моей жизни приносят одни гадости.
Как Нино из Нью Джека,
Мне придется её послать куда подальше
Гляди, эту жизнь я выбрал сам
Ниггеры кругом отморзки, моё сердце застыло.
Я построил империю на наркотиках
Знаешь ли, я человек дождя,
Беру листья кокаина и делаю из них этот белый порошок.
Сядь, расслабься и посмотри, что делается из-за «дури».
Проще сказать Х потом У..,
Парень, моя мечта как лучик солнца.
Ниггеры коварные, я - злодей, всё для того, чтобы хорошо жить,
Злодеи просто злодействуют.
Моё оружие хорошо прикрыто, вы его и не увидите.
Чистосердечное признание – для меня этот вопрос исключён.

[Припев]
Я хочу, чтобы у меня всё было по высшему классу.
Поэтому я пробиваюсь.
Ниггер, ты встал на моем пути,
А мне нужно взять своё.
Я дам тебе взятку.
Мне по барабану, откуда ты и кто тебя кроет.
А не пошел бы ты!
Я хочу, чтобы у меня всё было по высшему классу.
Так что я спешу.

[2-ой куплет]
Угу, я не напрягаюсь насчет гимнастики,
Я и так, как валун.
Наглых чернокожих посещают мрачные мысли.
Я готовлю так, что микроволновка дает трещины,
Вам далеко до меня, ниггеры
А в не лучший для меня период они провозгласили меня Шефом 50.
Проверь мою логику,
Курильщики размельчают семена, перед тем как закурить травку.
Были б у меня семена конопли, я бы их прорастил сперва,
Потом ни в чем бы не нуждался.
Постоянно бы они росли в моем доме за так.
А я им толкаю это всё по Пятихатке
Я толкаю все подряд, я шустрила,
Я знаю в этом толк
Топчу виноград и воду,
А результат выдаю вам за вино.
Если проанализируешь меня,
Найдешь ДНК мошенника.
То, что происходит у меня в мозгах, заразительно,
Гипнотизирует меня, но звучит мелодично.
Если рэп это – система,
То я продукт её действенности.
Теперь ты понял кто я, роскошный, далеко не слабак.
И можешь понять, где я толкаю «дурь»
К как получаю бабло.

[Припев]
Я хочу, чтобы у меня всё было по высшему классу.
Поэтому я пробиваюсь.
Ниггер, ты встал на моем пути,
А мне нужно взять своё.
Я дам тебе взятку.
Мне по барабану, откуда ты и кто тебя кроет.
А не пошел бы ты!
Я хочу, чтобы у меня всё было по высшему классу.
Так что я спешу.

[3-ий куплет]
Это амбиция шустрилы,
Закрой глаза и увидишь меня.
Фирма по оружейному производству «Моссберг» в горе.
Вот обрез перезарядить – потом настоящая драма разыграется
Это часть игры,
Попробуй, поймай меня, когда я на седане всех обгоняю!
На моих цепях бриллианты!
Я получил звание Бакалавра Наук, чтобы прояснить значение слова ПРОТИВ.
Я наворовал брильянтов прямо с места их добычи.
У полон энергии и адреналина.
Я играю до тошноты классно.
Снайпер не сможет взять меня на мушку.
Я всё четко спланировал, будучи заключенным.
Теперь я могу пригласить вас поглазеть на мои владения.
Даже если чьё-то предупреждение мне не нравится, я не подаю виду.
Я наливаю в блендер водки Кристалл и делаю себе белковый коктейль.
Я просто-таки Плейбой №1 на Восточном побережье
Хью Хэффлер (владелец «Плейбой»: прим. перев.) даже не посмеет про меня что-то сказать.
Федералы (ФБР) наблюдают за мной, но нет, они меня не остановят.
Эй, расист, тыкающий в меня пальцем, посмотри на расу ниггеров!
Приветики!

[Припев]
Я хочу, чтобы у меня всё было по высшему классу.
Поэтому я пробиваюсь.
Ниггер, ты встал на моем пути,
А мне нужно взять своё.
Я дам тебе взятку.
Мне по барабану, откуда ты и кто тебя кроет.
А не пошел бы ты!
Я хочу, чтобы у меня всё было по высшему классу.
Так что я спешу.
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My Toy Soldier

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Понедельник, 21 Августа 2006 г. 00:03 + в цитатник
hellholes (-50_CENT-) все записи автора My Toy Soldier (оригинал 50 Cent)
[50 Cent]
You ready? Okay let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said do it
Man these niggaz is pussy you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back,
I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You don't wanna play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then it's on
Until your life is over fuckin with my toy soldier
If he’s a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You don't want it with my toy soldiers

[Verse One: 50 Cent]
This is up close now, follow instructions
Picture a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience no morals or nothin
When they stay against us we supposed to touch 'em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me
Pop that nigga, I don't care if you know me
Half the niggaz hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
That's why the D's in the precinct know me
They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat
Run like I'm in a track meet, swift what the mac be
You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' man
Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin
Quick to make examples out of niggaz fo' sho' man, hold me down

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: 50 Cent]
Shoot, stab, kill muh'fucker
If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop
Them hollows so hot, yo' ass'll melt
Barber razor in the club, stunner get you an' shit
Right by your ass stitch, gored, your head all taped up
Niggaz know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Ha ha, my soldiers around
And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down
It's no surprise cause niggaz know how we get down
Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster
Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped
You phony niggaz swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organized, disciplined, plus we militant

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Two windows to a man's soul
... fill you with holes
Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job
So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!)

[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]
I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted
Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it
Niggaz scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo' head like a Oakland A's hat
One boy was a doja, now he a soldier
My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger
In a whip mad stuck, lookin for his enemies
Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries
Now his casualties, is hooked to them IV's
(50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!)
Click-clack, take that, fall back
It's a contract, 50 grand, and 50 man

[Chorus 50 Cent]
Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah)
When I say move (ha ha ha) nigga you better move
Soldier, ha ha
I don't want nobody talkin to none of my niggaz
Come around here with that bullshit
Tryin to feed niggaz bad information and shit
That's how my toys malfunction


Мой игрушечный солдатик (перевод)
[Вступление: 50 Cent]
Готов? Хорошо, сейчас я заведу тебя.
Делай так, как я говорю.
Слушай меня, эти негритянки муси-пуси, понятно?
Быстро встал! Славненько! (Да!)
[Припев: 50 Cent]
Ему в спину я вставил батарейку,
Поэтому он так двигается благодаря мне.
Это мой игрушечный солдатик для трах***я.
Я говорю ему: «Двигайся так!», и он это делает.
Вы не станете играть с моим игрушечным солдатиком.
Если я говорю, что он работает, значит, так и есть.
Поэтому вы будете трах***ся с моим игрушечным солдатиком, пока не умрёте.
Если он проиграет эту войну, поверьте, у меня такие есть ещё.
Вы не захотите этого с моим игрушечным солдатиком.

[1-ый куплет: 50 Cent]
Это совсем близко, а теперь следуй моим инструкциям.
Поймай убегающую негритянку, подбеги к ней и поддай ей.
И меня не будет из-за этого мучить совесть, я аморальный тип.
Они не с нами, значит, они против нас. Мы должны трогать их.
Вот что ты должен делать, если увидишь, что они ко мне приближаются:
Задай этой негритянке. Мне всё равно, что ты меня знаешь.
Половина черномазых, которые меня ненавидят, раньше были моими друзьями.
Я не доверяю им, даже когда они улыбаются, потому что они всегда притворяются.
Каждый раз, когда я поблизости, они вызывают полицию.
Поэтому меня знают полицейские моего округа.
Они знают о том, что я пишу рэп, и о том, как я могу пришлёпнуть.
Я бегаю, словно спортсмен на короткой дистанции.
В их глазах можно увидеть зависть, это точно, друг,
Безумную, как этот ублюдок, которого я держу.
Ты можешь увидеть меня в моём Фантоме,
Торопящимся обработать этих цыпочек, друг, останови меня.

[Припев: 50 Cent]

[2-ой куплет: 50 Cent]
Пристрелите, зарежьте, убейте ублюдка.
Если ты не хочешь делать этого, ты здесь не нужен, члено**с.
Каждое моё слово прочувствовано.
Внутри всё так горячо, твоя зад**ца расплавится.
Бритва в клубе – потрясающее зрелище и дерь**
Прямо вдоль твоей ложбинки на зад**це, сам пораненный, и голова вся в пластыре.
Негритянки знают, как я берусь за дело. Слышишь, они чуют, когда я поблизости.
Ха-ха, мой солдатик рядом.
А если случается что-нибудь неприятное, и негритянку укладывают,
Это неудивительно, потому что негритянки знают, как мы вступаем в игру.
Тёмные тона на Тестароссе, револьвер из кобуры
И на колени, на случай, если тебя нужно будет пришлёпнуть.
Вы, лицемерные негритянки, околачиваетесь в моём районе, а мы в - отстойнике для бандитов.
Вы нацеливаетесь и промахиваетесь, мы возвращаемся и начинаем пороть чушь.
Догоните нас на углу, мы будем в чёрных накидках из шиншиллы.
Мы организованны, дисциплинированны и, к тому же, воинственны.

[Припев: 50 Cent]

[Интерлюдия: Tony Yayo]
Два окна в душу мужчины
Заполняют тебя дырами.
Слушай, друг, я сгожусь на эту работёнку,
Если он не годится. (Да, давай!)

[3-ий куплет: Tony Yayo]
Я в своём двухместном Фантоме и рядом – обнажённое тело.
В моей голове всё бушует, словно обрушилась цунами.
Негритоски плетут интриги, на плаще луч инфракрасного излучения.
Я приставляю зелёный к твоей голове, как шляпу Окланда А.
Мой мальчик был куклой, а теперь он солдат.
Мой сынишка Дула теперь спускает курок,
Как помешанный, он ищет своих врагов,
Вооружившись до зубов и заправившись горючим.
Теперь он не может жить, не видя человеческую смерть.
50, пообещай мне, что когда я нажму
На курок, ты примешь это и отступишь. Это договор –
50 тысяч и 50, друг.

[Припев: 50 Cent]
Да, это всё в общих чертах (Да).
Когда я говорю, двигайся (ха-ха-ха), негритоска, тебе лучше двигаться.
Солдатик, ха-ха.
Я хочу, чтобы никто не разговаривал с моими негритянками.
Я иду сюда со всем этим дерь**м,
Желая накормить негритянок всей этой пургой.
Вот так не срабатывают мои игрушки.
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P.I.M.P.

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Понедельник, 21 Августа 2006 г. 00:02 + в цитатник
hellholes (-50_CENT-) все записи автора P.I.M.P. (оригинал 50 Cent)
[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

[Repeat]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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


С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р (перевод)
[Припев]
Не знаю, что ты обо мне слышала,
Но ни одна су*а не получит от меня и копейки.
Ни Кадиллака, ни бесплатных визитов в салон красоты. Неужели ты не видишь,
Что я чёртов С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р?
[Повтор]

[1-ый куплет]
Сейчас эта коротышка в клубе, она танцует за деньги.
У неё пристрастие к Gucci, Fendi, Prada,
BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana.
Она удовлетворяет их глупые фантазии, а они платят ей, потому что хотят платить.
Я шепнул ей кое-что, и моя игра её заинтриговала.
Час спустя я отымел эту поп*у в Рамаде,
А слабаки-ниге*ы говорили ей на ухо, что думают о ней.
Я снял эту су*у, предложив ей выпить в баре.
Ей понравился мой стиль, моя улыбка, моя речь.
Она сама из деревни, поэтому я думаю, что нравлюсь ей, потому что я из Нью-Йорка.
Я не из тех ниге*ов, которые орут, когда им хочется минет.
Я отношусь к тем, кто орёт, когда им нужно заработать на хлеб.
Но я мог бы быть менее требовательным к тому, какова она в постели.
Су*а, выйди на дорогу, найди клиента, а затем заплати малышу.
Смотри, детка, это просто. Ты не понимаешь этого,
Но ты тра*****ся со мной, ты тра*****ся с С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р-О-М.

[Припев]

[2-ой куплет]
Деньги всегда при мне, видишь, детка, ты можешь орать на меня.
Ты тра*****ся со мной, а я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Я не то, что ты видишь по ТВ: не Кадиллак
И не сальная башка. Су*а, я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Давай, получи от меня денег, если тебе любопытно,
Каково это – переспать с С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р-О-М.
Прокатись мо мной на Мерсе. Ты сможешь посмотреть телевизор
На заднем сиденье моей тачки, я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Детка, мы могли бы распить бутылку шампанского и устроить пиршество,
Мы могли бы выпить за хорошую жизнь, детка, мы могли бы проделать всё это.
Мы могли бы потратить кучу денег, раскупив торговый центр.
Если тебе кто-то нужен, то зови меня.
Я буду поддерживать тебя в трудные минуты.
Если у тебя будут проблемы, я разрешу их, будь они серьёзные или не очень.
А тот, другой, ниге*, который рядом с тобой, он мне и в подмётки не годится.
Я твой друг, твой отец, тот, кому ты можешь доверять, СУ*А.

[Припев]

[3-ий куплет]
Придурки, я вам уже говорил, что я всегда упакован.
У меня есть Мерс, немного ценных вещиц и украшений.
Я ору на шлю*, пока не доведу их до конфуза.
Услуги сук я не оплачиваю, зато я покупаю ботинки из крокодильей кожи
И изделия из шиншиллы (летом мех стоит дешевле).
Кореш, ты можешь иметь эту шлю*у. Когда я закончу, я не собираюсь оставлять её.
Кореш, су*и приходят и уходят, это знает каждый сутенёр.
Ты говоришь, что это нужно держать в секрете, но ты не должен молчать об этом.
Су*а, выбери меня, и я заставлю тебя раздеться посреди улицы,
Опустить остальных моих шлю*. Я отшлёпаю тебя по зад**це.
А теперь обрежь мой зад, су*а, это всегда приносит мне денег.
Последний ниге*, с которым она была, наложил ей на голову швы.
Пусть твоя шлю*а останется в убытке, я заставлю её платить,
Потому что мне нужны 4 телевизора и полная стереосистема на шестерых.
Шлю*а, сделай сутенёра богатым. Я не стану платить, су*а.
Найди себе клиента, отсо*и у него, делай всякие фокусы.

[Припев]

Да, говорят, что в Голливуде нет бизнеса лучше, чем шоу-бизнес.
В моём районе говорят, что нет бизнеса лучше проституции, вот так.
Говорят, что я слишком быстро говорю. Если ты не догоняешь,
Я не стану говорить медленнее, чтобы ты всё поняла, СУ*А.
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Outta Control

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Пятница, 28 Июля 2006 г. 17:56 + в цитатник
Свинтус007-118 (-50_CENT-) все записи автора Моя любимая:)
[Intro - 50 Cent]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess you didn't know
I be back for more
Everybody's on the floor
Goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set if off

[Verse 1]
Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
Just move it to the music its on
To the sound of 50 and D-R-E
Everythings calculated in time percised
Never move another mill let's get right aight
Success is my drug of choice I'm high off life
Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do
Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set if off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off

[Verse 2]
System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
Thats what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, VIP, no ID
Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
Bitches break their necks to be where I be
Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
And remind you that you rockin' with the realest

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off

[Verse 3]
I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
A little dose of it, now I want some more
No body put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Set if off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
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Hate it or love it

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Пятница, 28 Июля 2006 г. 17:48 + в цитатник
Свинтус007-118 (-50_CENT-) все записи автора В колонках играет - Hate it or love it

принимайте мну!
[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Verse 2 - The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Bridge - 50 Cent]
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change
But its stayin' the same

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then that'll be me on the floor

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

[Verse 4 - Tony Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama with me and when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

[Verse 5 - Young Buck]
You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug that born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch

[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
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Hustlers Ambition

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Вторник, 27 Июня 2006 г. 16:31 + в цитатник
heydarling (-50_CENT-) все записи автора  (304x400, 19Kb)

Like the fire needs the air
I won't burn unless your there

Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your energy
you know, this real shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]
Albania's got a thing for this
gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo shit, I'ma fan
Got through the silver
duck tape on my trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino when we new jack,
I'll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Yo the empire on the low the narc's
don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that coke leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope,
watch it go out the door
O after O, you know,
homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiend to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out
the question for me

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way
when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics
I summersault bricks
Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave,
niggaz can't fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy im 50
Check my logic,
smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me two seeds hot grown with they need
Them ain't cheap pet
plants in the crib thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I'ma hustler,
I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water
and tell you its wine
If you analyze me,
what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider,
I'll be potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be,
be gettin money man

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way
when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition,
close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin,
shotgun jumpin the drama means nothin
It's part of the game,
catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous,
watchin the spinner spin
I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender
and make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the niggaracci
Hello!

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way
when while I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
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Bad News

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Суббота, 17 Июня 2006 г. 15:16 + в цитатник
-Milenka- (-50_CENT-) все записи автора

BAD NEWS
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news

[Lloyd Banks]
I get little man mad cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk round here at the horse's head (?)
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch
Y'all sweet like 99 bananas
That's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that found out where the cokes know
That's why I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y'all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the 5th grade
that's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please
3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
8th meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule don't say shit cause Po-Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading

[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

[50 cent]
Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level's high nigga can't tell
Licking my lips at cha bitch like im L L.
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, "Cent got money", and I got shot
You so much pressure on me when you compare me to Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
you scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs know not to play with my checks
I come through with my knife cause I'm a pain your neck (YEAH!)

[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound's in the house, bad news
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
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Wanksta

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Пятница, 09 Июня 2006 г. 21:32 + в цитатник
-Milenka- (-50_CENT-) все записи автора
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 tyme to waste
Let's make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine
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 Paroza's, 94 cuz I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin 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 gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]


Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz 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 sayin they goin murd' 50, how?
We ridin '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 dem things, huh

[Chorus 2X]
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"Get Rich Or Die Tryin'" (2005)

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Четверг, 08 Июня 2006 г. 19:09 + в цитатник
Chocolate_Bentley (-50_CENT-) все записи автора "What If"

[Intro]
Yeah
Im fuckin with this..
Its that classic shit..
That gangster shit..

Yeah..

[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?

[Verse]
If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me
If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z
Niggaz would think I bumped my fuckin head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
Every chance niggaz get they try n play me
But I move around with a lil 3.80
A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do
I see the world different through my dialated pupils
If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher
Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya
Man ima just keep doin' what I do..
Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do

[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?

[Verse]
What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith
And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def
I probably be a cool ass nigga like Ice Cube
Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool
What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back
Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat
Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz
Shit I get that child support up with no problem
If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught??
Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York
What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know
You be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow
But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's
Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth"
And if I let the top down on the Azure
Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure
Haha..

[Chorus]
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?



"We Both Think Alike"
(feat. Olivia)

[50 Cent (Olivia) Intro]
Yeah..
50..
Olivia..
We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike)

[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

[50 Cent Verse]
I'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about shit that you know
I'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough
You know if it aint the flow then it come from the O's
Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes
Every hood every city all the gangstaz know
Front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho
I make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below
See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow
When the champagne finished baby order some more
Keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor
The way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke??
If you ready to roll shorty we could just roll
When you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh)
See everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh)
So when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh)

[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

[50 Cent Verse]
Now look i know you into the shiny things
The platinum chains and the diamond rings
The 24 inch chrome on the range
I see you in your projects buy your window payin'
Now shorty me and you we came up the same
The fact before rap i ain't have a thing
I hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change
I mean i got money out that ass mayne
When niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin'
Cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um
Stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um
Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um
But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang
First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh)
We leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh)
And get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh)

[50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus]
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)


"Window Shopper"

[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better

[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Nigga you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus]




"I Don't Know Officer"
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin all I know who givin
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary
All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When theb album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin

[Chorus: Spider Loc]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise
Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep

[Chorus: Ma$e]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 5: Ma$e]
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do




"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




"When It Rains It Pours"

[Intro]
Yeah..
Its 50
One shot, One kill, What's the deal?
Yeah, what's the deal?
Listen..

[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours

[Verse]
Aint nutin changed, niggaz doin the same old shit
Them new Hollow tips and them same old clips
In the projects niggaz fuck with the same old chicks
And somehow they still think there game so sick
Now i'm finna rip, niggaz know i'm about my grip
I dont trick man i barely even feed a bitch
She say im stingy, i said i dont need you bitch
Go ahead leave, see if i chase you, shiit
Tell your mami, i catch her on the street i'ma get her
She know i'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga
She jus' mad, cuz a nigga pockets all swoll'
When she asked to borrow sumthin', i said hell naw
I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
So keep your mind on your money and dont trus no bitch
Keep your head high notes when them pigs came
But her ass kinda fat so niggaz treat her the same
This is real..

[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours

[Verse]
It was blood stains on my stoop when ??Eyeball?? got shot
When homicide outside, nigga i'm not
Its the third time niggaz dunn circled the block
Its money out now, yeah, but damn its hot
They love to catch a nigga on a direct sale
They say tell us who caught the body or you goin' to jail
Look if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
Say what's happenin' to the captain and what's up to the searg'
Fuck bein' in a cage man that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk drinkin' While Irish Row's on the curb
I know a spot fulla niggaz tryna get a few bucks
Hopin' then nutin' come out they gon' have um some luck
PH to the deuce, they stumbled off Matt
Lost his re-up money man that's all he had
Magazine from the store so he can look at the cars
And do pull-ups in the park on the monkey bars
Man it's fucked..

[Chorus]
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggaz aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, cuz when it rains it pours
End up wed up, cuz when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours

"Best Friend"

[Intro]
Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
WOO!!!

[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend

[Verse 1]
First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin
I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair
For me a different scenery just mean a different position
In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine
If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly

[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend

[Verse 2]
While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
I get into you, after I take off my clothes
Girl I been into you, mentally long before

[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend



"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy"
(feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whateva I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe
But she don't know it, damn, ok we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
That the nine will jam right in my hand

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
Im takin' everythang, jewellry I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed
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Текст песни: Many Men (Wish Death)


ft. Lloyd Banks

[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come

[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

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Текст песни: P.I.M.P.


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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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50 Cent "Just A Lil Bit"

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Альбом: The Massacre


[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit

[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and ?? a lil bit

[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro'
Pockets on ?? cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and ?? a lil bit

[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna ?? tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, x up, c'mon

[Chorus x2]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and ?? a lil bit
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Candy Shop

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[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door
she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
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