Artiste : 50 Cent Album: Power Of the Dollar (1999) 1. The Hit 2. The Good Die Young 3. Corner Bodega 4. Life's on the Line 5. That Ain't Gangsta 6. As the World Turns 7. Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1) 8. Da Repercussions 9. Make Money By Any Means 10. Material Girl 2000 11. Thug Love 12. Slow Dough 13. Gun Runners 14. You Ain't No Gangsta 15. Power Of The Dollar 16. I'm a Hustler 17. How to Rob ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - The Hit Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this [Verse 1] The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale) That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long Why you broke? cat's buy the by lines and fantasize The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin' While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters Ya'll should hate the game, not the playas (c'mon) [Chorus: repeat 2X] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 2] Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha) I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit Better check my batting average, I always make hits My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro) Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes [Chorus] (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 3] Yo, son remember them fake playas Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators Lookin' like last year's playas, (pause) Yeah, I could tell they dough was low When we came through the do' I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin' (Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son) Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run, since ' 81 They ain't here on a hunt for food, So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy It won't go easy, believe me [Chorus: repeat 3X] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - The Good Die Young [50 Cent] Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? you are crazy.. I ain't crazy... you are crazy.... atleast I don't think I'm crazy I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot you hot but you crazy.. why they wanna?..man..I don't know... [Verse 1] It's the money that - makes shit get ugly It's the money that - makes these hoes love me It's the money that - makes niggas wanna slug me man..I thought the money would make it all lovely Yo, I actually write what I do or see the felonies from day to day make me say what I say when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's Don't cry for me, smile for me and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me remember the good times, the chips we stacked the clips we packed and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote was from my heart so it'll always be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin' this shit is real, it ain't a game. [Chorus - repeat 2X] They say the good die young I guess these grimy niggas live a long time Sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine [Verse 2] First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid so I get vest up when I get dressed up in the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup if you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the fuck up why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt? and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck duke listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you you'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue right now what you need to do is gimme the cash forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya ass be a good Boy now, go and get your stash I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash alright run along before I shoot ya ass I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash. [Chorus] [Verse 3] I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last man listen, if you really really like this shit nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop I'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a pop to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street 1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat you're a generous guy take 'em off or die man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly why you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high? see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye. [Chorus] ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Corner Bodega [50 Cent] Aight, check this shit out Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car I'm'a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram? Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go I got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man? Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some get this money shit Every four days in PA I move another brick According to the DA I sold dope in VA my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA I'll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy (Hey, this life is hard man) I know, don't remind me If I catch another case I'ma kill Guiliani It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes [Chorus - repeat 2X] NY ain't the same, it's OT playa you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega hit the highway and take it to a town near you And get that money man, get that money man [50 - singing] Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around That means I copped and I went outta town You motherfuckers know how I get down About my money man, about my money man ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Life's on the Line Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay Cause I don't like y'all anyway ... And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Whattup homie For bitches who don't know me ... They wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me [Verse One] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown Coke price go up, cats is come down The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me OG's look at me and see what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) [Verse Two] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me Make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em" Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son [Hook] [Verse Three] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playin, you get killed like that Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you see me nigga, one (one) [Hook] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - That Ain't Gangsta Verse 1: How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch? you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch? I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich man, I stack chips and I unload clips after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers damm Dog, you been in here that long? you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong a convo is only three words, "yo whattup" you ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now? If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down niggas you think is real really can't hold they own I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome scars are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home. Chorus - You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta) Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta) rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta) you only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta) niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta) you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta) niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta) If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta) Verse 2: You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation when I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don't play Son" "yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..." max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block the things that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat down goes the window....out goes the heat I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' trackmeet some get it in the leg, some get it in the back some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax it's extortion, it happens in the hood often claim more lives than choices, free abortions Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice 'cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block shit that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid I still stash crack money in my sock, shit ya'll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this since '86 my whole clique pop Criss. Chorus 5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! 1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!! What the fuck you know about that? ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - As the World Turns f/ Bun B (UGK) (50 Cent) uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money make the world go round, as the world turns Nigga I need money to main-tainn Hustalin aint a gamee Nigga go and gets the grainn Gon' get tore out the framee T.Vs in the Rangee I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc-ainee and Herio-anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought shit stay the samee Nigga shit gon' change Put a bullet in your brainn Nigga at close range Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn Aint nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee Crackers'll put ya in chains Box'll drive you insane Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain That whole loose? is ill You better crack the whip mang (Chorus - 50 Cent) A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) (50 Cent) I live Life in the fast lane Man I aint got nuttin ta lose Everythin a game Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee Nigga, you Go against the grain I'll make you Walk wit a cane now nigga now Who you gon' blamee When shit aint the same Nigga nobody hears your namee You got down wit a gangg O thirty-one blood Ya'll niggas do your thang You got 2 felonies Fuck it, go out wit a bangg Ya'll niggas wanna hangg Wit niggas that fitlthy rich They aint even got ta talk To take your bitch One look was all it took She seen the benz-o She seen them T.Vs And them big ol' chriz-omes A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough Useta be your bottom hoe Now your paper comin' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az (Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate-az tryin me Hoes is a-bidein me Media ride me King a the underground So the streets is steady hide-in me Representin sure taste-az The yay keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide-in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort I gots ta break a bastards back Tore em up, get em ready ta port Put em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill Gorilla pimpin If I have ta mack ya wife then I will It's me and 50 Cent my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even knoin Got you strippin and even hoe-in You dont wanna let the pro in the door This what we showin A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke) (Repeat) (50 Cent) Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines? Is your bitch your bitch all the time? You done got your paper, now its time I get mines Except the serve and everything'll be fine Bitch! (50 Cent talking over beat) Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here Huh bitch? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe? Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch! (Fades) ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1) (talking) Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time (Chorus) Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again, just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again, and again Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack I used to idolize cat Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks (Chorus) That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Patty Mason A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall Together niggas stand and divided they fall Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion (Chorus) Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky Cally Rodney Bump and Chick, shit A lot a niggas flow the way I flow but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags And a conversation over shrimp and lobster And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow don't kill you the Mac will (Chorus) ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Da Repercussions [Talking] Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that [Verse 1] Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah) If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo) You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok I take the stand under oath and lie Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry Or watch time go by Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 2] You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah) Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah) You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah) You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee And after being on the street, less than a week Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit) A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 3] Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN') Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN') I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN') You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN') Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99 Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head [Chorus - 2X] [singing in background until fade] ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Make Money By Any Means f/ Noreaga (Chorus - 50 Cent) It ain't easy to make money (Whoo) So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh) You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh) Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh) Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha) In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha) (Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background) It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game (Verse 2 - Noreaga) Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat It's Nore now, here look read the story now My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick I like my hoes just like Summer, no class And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles Sending out roses, condolences, notices Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb (Chorus - 50 Cent) So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game (Verse 3 - 50 Cent) Yo it's all about the cash you getting Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat 'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin' Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis (50 Cent talking) Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon (Chorus - 50 Cent) It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game It ain't easy to make money So now everybody wanna take money You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money It ain't a game (50 Cent talking) Know what I'm sayin ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Material Girl 2000 If a bitch don't like me Somethin' wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch) Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now? Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know thats how the shit work, you know what I'm sayin' they supposed to love me now baby I'm doin' it now baby hahahaha [Chorus] Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? The money gonna make you sell your soul [Verse One] Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope you got a smile that only a fool would forget and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit but on the sidewalk we ain't play games we exchanged numbers and names I went back to the Range I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' "I know that nigga, he rich" she think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch anyway, her name is CeCe she said she go to BMCC push a '98 328 with chrome BB's she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me. [Chorus] [Verse Two] It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the World Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit? oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick? nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'? platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse Three] One thing you can always count on is change and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change now it's hard to find us or stay behind us while we on the 900 double R Hondas watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs all these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World you can find a material Girl I sip Dom 'till I earl take 'em two at a time quick I get in they mind have 'em thinkin' they mine bust off then tell 'em "Bust a Uey, on mo' time" I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here c'mon... uh huh... c'mon [Chorus] - repeat 2X Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on... Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us... aww man... look... he ain't mean that shit... c'mon thats just records... niggas is playin'... we wasn't serious and shit... ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Thug Love f/ Destiny's Child [50 Cent] What y'all know about this fab shit, huh? TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh Look we can shop together mama, his and hers Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs I ain't tight with the chips girl I'm down to splurge If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (Ooh) VS2 Clarity alright I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop I live life in the fast lane I make a grove of hash Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass It's like she loves me, she loves me not Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot I gave jewels I imported for her Chanel bags I bought from boosters To the hood I introduced her She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me The sick part is all that bullshit excites me 1 - [Destiny's Child] A thug's what I want A thug's what I need Even though my friends don't seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby [50 Cent] Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you When I met you it was Guess and Gap Now it's Gucci and Prada Took you from being a nine to being a dime You complain that we don't spend time When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine Yo when shorty say she hate me You know she mean she love me When she play me close at the bar That mean she want some Bubbly See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly She wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Briss That's how she on it When I met her she was lowkey Now she wanna OD You know me I let her do her thing son I say what I'm feeling Niggas say that I'm illing I sip Cristy so I'm pissy Like a staircase in your building What? Repeat 1 (2x) Repeat 1 & 2 till end 2 ?[Beyonce'] A thug is what I want And a thug is what I need And my friends don't understand How my baby laces me A thug is what I want And a thug is what I need And my friends don't understand And I think its jealousy ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Slow Dough Trackmasters, 99 shit Huh uh, huh uh, yea [Chorus] Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho) Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?) They hit you with the fofo (blaow, that's right) My niggas is loco (loco) Yo to diss me that's a no-no (no-no) Y'all niggas is so-so (so-so) That's why you ain't got no dough (broke ass niggas) Put me through any test I bet ya I'll pass cause I'm a cheater Broke niggas, smoke niggas, rich niggas smoke Cohiba's My team been puffing chiba and packing heaters since the days of shell toe Adidas And ain't shit come between us Look I'm winning now and I'ma keep on winning I see with you ain't nothing changed same ginen same linen Fuck the don shit, nigga I'm an armed convict I live wild beat cases before a trial Grand jury style I'm foul You wondering why I don't smile I'm schemeing to stick you up now Son I be the first to blast the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh If you don't know you better go and ask someone 50 Cent is my symbol and my name Symbolizing the change that I'm bringing to this game Things'll never be the same (never the same baby) [Chorus] Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot Six double O drop I'll put two in your knot And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got Here I stand on the alley on godrule Same spot where rob got shot The block's high Warrent squad flashing my mug shot Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo Rock solo, I should be old T on the low yo Pump the six and push the volvo I hear they go kuku and go puff loco I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo I make 16 hundred off of every ho do Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha) I always get the last laugh yo [Chorus] I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck While you niggas race neck to neck While niggas who live from cheque to tech I ain't even going to front I ain't working with a full deck Life in the hood so hard I done lost some of my cards Instead of praying before I sleep I put my hands on my heat As soon as I start dreaming I'm right back on the street Any nigga in this game flowing they think they can see me Gotta be, fucked up in the head and smoking hemee Believe me if you thought like me you could be me But you ain't been through what I been through and this shit ain't that easy (one) [Chorus] ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Gun Runners (Phone ringing) (Fifty) Aww man...who the fuck is callin'?.. I don't even wanna answer this shit...Hello? (Man on phone) Whattup nigga it's Black remember me from way back? we used to go to school together man, I got your number from Heather she said you sell guns, I got beef I wanna see what you got and if I like it I'll cop (Fifty) Damm nigga, you hot you talkin' like you tryin' to get a nigga knocked what time is it? man, it's fuckin' 4 O'clock I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at? I'm in the Brown hooptie, there he go, I see 'em pullin' up slow in the BM I popped my trunk to show him what I'm workin' wit', first I showed him the Teck I told him Niggas give these shits respect but you don't want this, Man these shits is known to jam this is a little smaller here, and a little more common, 9 Millimeter Ruger 16 shots, hollow points will go through ya and this? this here? this is a 12 gauge Mossburg kid, two shots and you can wet like half a block this shit here gets my dick hard, it's a Calicko, it holds a Hundred shots if you can't kill your beef with this you need to stop c'mon, pick somethin' now nigga, you know it's hot (Other Man) Man, stop actin' like that nigga, just show me what you got (Fifty) aight, nigga look, I got Two 380's, one black, one chrome, and 4 glocks they all hold 21 shots look, I done been through all my shit nigga, so tell me what you want (Other Man) (Click clack) It's hard to choose man, I think I'll take 'em all (Fifty) Oh, you gon' do me like that? I got one more piece to show you, my Deringer, I keep it in the small of my back it's a two shot, it's chrome, my initials engraved in it (shots ring off) look at you now, you had to get it your BM? I'm takin' it, shit, you don't need it park it where I can watch it at and see if it got low jack then take it to the chop shop to my Man Kojak he gon' give me more cream so I can cop mo' gats Joe and Duke came through, them niggas copped two Tecks said "Don't go by the gamblin' spot, that shit gon' get wet". ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - You Ain't No Gangsta [50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K For cats like you, crime don't pay You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up Then have to tuck em in when I pop up Niggaz in the hood sayin "50's Grimy" Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can't find me If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip And I can cop anotha one afta each assist [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] You owe a nigga? You don't wanna pay him? Kill him, that's what they said ta ta disapper him Y'all ain't got to believe me When I'm done with this rhyme if theres time I'll hit a flick Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick She ain't hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops When it's time to get it on (what) I pull over the thong (uh huh) Fuck till I nut then get up, I'm gone (yeah) Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A. I like it when she say "Papi I feel it in my Belly" Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly First thing I'm sayin is "Nigga what da deally" Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle Y'all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me? [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me, duke Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that'll bet him up Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it Man, I don't like none of y'all Fuck around I'll run in y'all pop one in y'all Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y'all Listen I don't give a fuck if you blood or cuz I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs Stage rapping ass niggaz ain't sold no drugs Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed [Chorus] x 2 You ain't no gangsta You'se a busta, a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - Power Of The Dollar [Talking] Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga [Verse 1] Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one Some get addicted, some do it for fun Boy my hoes are clean, just like my guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you for dead son Niggas who know me, know how I get down, I'm fresh out the pound NYPD crit the flip, get on some New York undercover shit Fuck wit dogs you ain't familiar wit, and get bit Niggas scripted through the hit, for some paper and shit It's all about the cash, keep it in a stash Some niggas talk shit wit they ass, I see through them like glass Popo lookin' for me, for some shit I did in the past If you don't like me at first, I'm gonna grow on you like a rash This rap shit, I got it in smash, I'm built to last Feel the wrath, I bust that ass, sit back and laugh (haha) [Chorus: repeat 2X] You don't have to respect a nigga, but respect his cash Cause for the money, niggas will murder that ass I came up fast, I watched a lot of gats blast The power of the dollar (the cash, the cash) [Verse 2] Nigga don't you ever forget, I call the shots I run the spots, extort your pops, flossin' drops I'm "Livin Off Xperience" like Lox, I'm hot Check what I got, shorty got knocked Comin' up out the capsule spot On the uptown block, he couldn't run from the cops So my man got shot In a jet black Brasada, across the street from his mom's crib on his block I told him get them niggas that cash, they murdered that ass Niggas told 'em slow down, he was movin' too fast Heard the shot, went through his face after the glass, he crashed Hit the three on his niggas grass, the cattle said it got low fast The kid who had it done was a crude fella Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella We ain't know them, but now we know better Not to fuck with his cheddar, his man pack a beretta He won't hesitate to squeeze that, over that green back Believe that, now niggas know that he's back [Chorus] [Verse 3] I ain't got a worry in the world, if it's beef, don't sing it, bring it Parents warn their kids, about people like me I'm out of order, I turn your only daughter, into a transporter Before I die, I'm gonna see more blow than Rich Porter (woo) 50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it I check and correct it, flow perfected I make shit hectic, I wreck shit, nigga check it If you ain't tryin' to feel the flames from the blast Respect a nigga cash My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat Fuck the police, handle beef on the street On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a 9 with 2 MM's If your man want to get involved, I'll bring it to him Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid They send their dogs to come get me They wet shit, but they ain't hit me Word in the hood is 50, shifty Niggas they don't want to go against me Cause they know I hunt your ass alive [Chorus] ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - I'm a Hustler Rule number one don't go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names (gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin thing Don't mean nothin changed but the things my money bring My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail You peoples got pleany money actin like they ain't got bail I feel for you niggas gettin shot while I'm sayin this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines An old timer schooled me don't burn bridges my friend Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk He said I told em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve (chorus) (Jadakiss sample: If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double Back bubble crack) (Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler) 3x (chorus) Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin feminine With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine Hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality The streets I know'em like my ABC's Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred g's fore you see three hundred C's Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy Once I nut (ahh oh shit) I don't want 'em next to me If its on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride I'm the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride Letters on my shirt read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY (Chorus) They say I don't sound like a killer well how a killer sound I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down See many men live baby and many men die Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same friends always change I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat You can get him in the face dog or down his back All bullshit aside now its time to be honest I fear no man for death is all thats promised I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine Don't nothin change in the game but faces and names Skate to wait to date and the jake (chorus) ---------------------------------------------------------- 50 Cent - How to Rob f/ The Madd Rapper from In Too Deep Soundtrack [Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal You better recognize nigga I'm straight from the street These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat I'll snatch Kim and tell Puff, "You wanna see her again?" Get your ass down to the nearest ATM I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit When I apply pressure,son it aint even funny I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money Brian McKnight, I can get that nigga anytime Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam I put the gun to Cardan tell him, "Tell your man Mason Betha, haha, come up of that watch now I mean right now" The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail An entertainer can't make bail if he broke as hell I'd rob ODB but that'd be a waste of time Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine I'd follow Fox in the drop for four blocks Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped What Jigga just sold like 4 mil? He got somethin to live for Don't want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door I'll man handle Mariah like "Bitch get on the ground" You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now? I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me I'm a klepto nah for real son I'm sick I'm bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit Right now I'm bent and when I get like this I don't think About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink I'll rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run This nigga weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son? [Madd Rapper](Chorus) 2x This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga? [50 Cents] Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down I figured it out Been robbin Joe before that's why his ass don't wanna be a playa no more Mad at you I'm robbin J.D., FUCK YOU!! PAY ME!! Had Da Brat with em, shoulda had his gat with him DMX wanna get down well you tell homey I'm on that Treach shit, I do my +Dirt All By My Lonely+ I should rob Clue man his shit did well I wanna stick TQ but his shit ain't sell I hit the studios take shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin them up Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga try to stall ya He said "Why you robbin me I got _Nuttin But Love_ for ya!" Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece Told him I want it all he said, "Even my gold teeth?" I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep One at a time get out and take off your shine Did you ever think that you would be this rich? Did you ever think that you would have these hits? Did you ever think that I'd flash the nine? And walk off with your shit like it's mine? I'ma keep stickin niggas until I'm livid I'll rob Boys II Men like I'm Michael Bivins Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens I'm hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C That nigga still eatin off Big's first LP I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor He asked me if I had enuff I told him "Gimme Some More" Is you feelin this? Then wait for the sequel I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People [Madd Rapper] (chorus) For real yo you know what I'm sayin? Niggas got to get stuck up that's just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain't fuckin around Track Masters ain't fuckin around Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around So watch your backs, watch your pocket book, watch your pockets Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the bus Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Texte soumis aux Droits d'Auteur - Réservé à un usage privé ou éducatif ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Téléchargé depuis Lyrics Valley ==> La Musique Coooool!! http://www.lyricsvalley.com