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Yeah, Shady, Aftermath, G-Unit!
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 the shit
Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back
Girl, shake that thing, yeah, work that thing
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thing, I wanna touch that thing
When 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, that's my clique
Yeah, I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dancefloor 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, mines in this bitch
I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm tryin' to get my drink on
And my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar 'til it's time to go
Then I'ma get in shorty ear and I'ma let her know
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 you how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit
This is 50, comin' out your ster-e-o
It's hard to tell though 'cause I switched the flow
Eyes a little low 'cause I twist the 'dro
Pockets on swoll 'cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get, your bitch, she on me dawg
She must, ta heard, about the dough
Not Captain c'mon and Save-a-Ho
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart all the time mane
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dancefloor packed that's without a doubt
But shorty shake that thang like a pro, man
She backed it up on me I'm like, "Oh man"
I got close enough to her so I know she could hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
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 you how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit
Baby, you got me feelin' right, you heard me?
My momma gone you can spend the night, you heard me?
I ain't playin' I'm tryin' to fuck tonight, you heard me?
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon, ha-ha
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 you how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit
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 you how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit
Yeah
Uh-huh
So seductive
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
I'll take you to the candy shop (yeah)
Want one taste of what I got? (Uh-huh)
I'll have you spending all you got (come on)
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
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 risin', okay let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nypmho
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 seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work 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
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
I'll take you to the candy shop
Want one taste of what I got?
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
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)
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 her 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 winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As long as she ain't stoppin, homie I ain't stoppin'
Drippin' wet with sweat, man, it's on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on
And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
I'll take you to the candy shop
Want one taste of what I got?
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
I'll take you to the candy shop
Want one taste of what I got?
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot, whoa
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, shorty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (uh-huh)
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 nines in the club (yeah)
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, then the hoes, they wanna fuck (woo)
Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey, nigga, roll that weed up (roll that)
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm a'ight)
In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50, you hot" (uh-huh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York, the niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
I'm fully focused, man, my money on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal, and I'm still on the grind (woo)
Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (uh-huh)
Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex I, ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed (rubbed)
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (what? What? Yeah)
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it (woo)
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot-ass nigga trying to pull me back, right?
When my jaws get to bumpin' in the club, it's on
I wink my eye at you, bitch, if she smiles, she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If the talk ain't 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned
I'ma tell you what Banks told me, "Cuz, go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up"
Or we can go upside your head wit' a bottle of bub'
They know where we fuckin' be
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into getting rubbed (hahaha)
Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga
We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga
G-Unit
Something special, unforgettable
50 Cent
(Cent)
Justin
(Tin)
Timbaland
(Land)
Damn
(Damn)
She, she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that it's right here for her
I want to see you break it down
I'm ballin', throw'n money around
She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as ****, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money, money, she makin', makin'
Look at the way she shakin', shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, goin' crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you're head ****** up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She knows just how to move to seduce you
She gon' do the right thing and touch the right spot
She'll dance in your lap till you're ready to pop
She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a ******, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gon' give you what you want
Baby, this a new age, you're like my new craze
Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
The smoke's got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice, baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me saying
Ayo, I'm tired of using technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo, I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh
(So)
I got to give it to her
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh
(So)
I got to give it to her
Your hips, your thighs
You got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs
You got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs
You got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs
You got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soakin'
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this ***** till the club close
What should I do? One thing on all fours
Now that that **** should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down
(Down, down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl, you got me thinkin' about all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty, we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
Baby talk to me
Baby, this a new age, you're like my new craze
Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
The smoke's got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice, baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me saying
Ayo, I'm tired of using technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo, I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh
(So)
I got to give it to her
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh
(So)
I got to give it to her
Your hips, your thighs
You got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs
You got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs
You got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs
You got me hypnotized, let me tell you
One, two, three, let's go
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl
Go, go, go, 50 in the house, bounce
Y'all already know what I'm about
The flow sound sick over Dre drums, nigga
I ain't stupid, I see Doc then my doe come quicker, whoa!
Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic
Girl watch, I'm like bounce that ass, girl
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here
Front in here, we'll thump in here, oh!
So gutter, so ghetto, so hood
So gully, so grimey, what's good?
Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club wit' the snub
Don't start nothin', there won't be nothin', uhh
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl
Let's party, everybody stand up
Everybody put your hands up
Let's party, everybody bounce with me
Sip champagne and burn a little greenery
This hot, disco inferno, let's go
You're now rockin' with a pro
I get dough to flip dough, to get more for sho'
Get my drink on then get on the dance floor
Look homie, I don't dance, all I do it this
It's the same two step wit a lil' twist
Listen punk, I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
Pay attention boy, I'll teach you how to do this shit
You mix a little Goose wit a little Dom Perignon
And a little Hennessy, you know we finna carry on
I'm hollerin' at these shorties in the club tryin' to get right
We gon' be up in this, bitch 'til we break daylight
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl
You see me shinin', lit up wit diamonds
'Cause I stay grindin', uh-huh
Homie, you can catch me swoopin'
Bentley coupin' switchin' lanes, haha
If you see me rollin', you know I'm holdin'
I'm 'bout my paper, yeah
Nigga, I'm serious, I ain't playin'
I'll embed it in your brain, I'm off the chain, G Unit
Next level now, turn it up a notch
Em' and Dre sent me to tear up the spot
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco
Hands up on the dance floor, okay let's go
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl
Lil' Mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothin' to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P.
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her cause they want her
I spit a little G man and my game got her
A hour later have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar tryin' 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, 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 tryin' to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look baby, this is simple you can't see
You fuckin' with me you fuckin' with a P.I.M.P.
G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
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G (What?)
G (What?)
G (What?)
Unit (What?)
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
Doggy style in ya mouth for the 2003
And y'all know I'm from the DPG
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T and S-N double O-P
We internationally known and locally respected
(And you know you're just a P.I.M.P) Now what you know about me
Yeah bitch I got my Now and Later gators on
I'm bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
Your dead wrong if ya think that pimpin' gon' die
Twelve piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga Fifty like I down with blue
(We love you Snoop Dogg)
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggaz in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggaz in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan, Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (Down)
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my hair in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin
You need to switch over and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let em' do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep em' on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give em' much, they happy with Mickey D's, PIMP
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
We drive old school white walls with mink clothes
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get em' dizzy
Man cough up your love, or you're girl comin' with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
That money make the world go round, so lets get mo'
Its time to show these playas how it should be done
You got pimp potential, you're might could be one, G-UNIT
In Hollywood, they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood, they say, there's no b'ness like ho b'ness
You 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
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
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 & Gabbana
She's feeding fools fantasies, they pay her, 'cause they want her
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 the track, catch a date, and come pay the kid
Look, baby, this is simple, you can't see
You fuckin' with me, you fuckin' with a P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
G-G-G-G-G, G-mix!
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, 'cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, an' I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Yeah, bitch, I got my now and later gators on
I'm 'bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
You're dead wrong if you think that pimpin' gonna die
12-piece with a hundred hoes by my side
I'm down with that nigga, 50, like I'm down with blue
Fuck 'cause, nah, nigga, motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy
Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down
I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown
I got my business in Manhattan, I ain't fuckin' around
I got some butter pecan Puerto Ricans from the Boogie Down (down)
That's waiting on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word (word)
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this maga-agnficent pimpin' (pimpin')
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, an' I'm a G
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm, 'cause I'm a G
An' I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
You need to switch over and ride with a star
It'll get you far
I'm a P-I-M-P G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R
Yeah, I'm young, but I ain't dumb
Got some tricks, but I ain't one
I'm a guerrilla for scrilla, I trip you, you try to run
I let 'em do as they please, as long as they get my cheese
Even if they gotta freeze, or if it's a hundred degrees
I keep 'em on they knees, take a look under my sleeve
I ain't gotta give 'em much, they're happy with Mickey D's, pimp
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (dirty, dirty!)
We drive old-school, white walls with mink floors
I spin the G-Unit piece, and get 'em dizzy
Handcuff her if you love her or your girl coming with me
When your neck and wrist glow, she already should know
That money make the world go round, so let's get mo'
It's time to show these players how it should be done
You got pimp potential, you might could be one, G-Unit!
I don't know what you heard about me (yeah!)
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me (woo!)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see (uh-huh)
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me (uh-huh)
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me (yeah!)
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P (yeah)
In Hollywood, they say, "There's no business, like show business"
In the hood they say, "There's no business, like hoe business," you 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!
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh
Coming up, I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl
Confusion occurs coming up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed, I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs, I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
(Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
(Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
(G-G-G-G-G-Unit!) On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song
And really do it, that's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten G's will take your daughter out her Air Forces
Believe you me, homie, I know all about losses
I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys
That's ten years, I told Pooh in '95
"I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's"
Told Banks when I met him, "I'ma ride
And if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide"
I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm going back to Cali
With my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
(Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
(Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
From the beginning to the 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
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My mom's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand-new Benz
Waiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the Range
Thinking how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starvin'
Pac is gone and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin
No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted
I think, "What if Marie Baker got that abortion?" I love you, ma
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
(Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop
(Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me
This, is, how, we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This, is, how, we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This, is, how, we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This, is, how, we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
Fresh like, uhh, Impala, uhh
Chrome hydraulics, 808, drums
You don't want, none, nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk
Come get, some, pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
It's red-red, rum, ready here I, come
Compton, uhh, Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', "Uhhh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin' with my hand up her dress like, uhh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escolade
Low pro so look like I'm ridin' on blades
In one year man, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways (Ahh!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You're now rockin' with the best
Tre pound on my hip, teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good 'cause I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
'Cause shit might pop off, and when shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie-ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
This, is, how, we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This, is, how, we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This, is, how, we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This, is, how, we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs
Hit one switch mayne, that ass so low
Cali' got niggas in New York ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best
Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (Ahh!)
50, uhh, Bentley, uhh
Em' came and got a nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun, fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt and ya done
Homie, it's Game time, you ready? Here it come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months but Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit had niggas like, "Huh?"
Don't try to front, I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk get your fuckin' head, lumped
Fifty got a gun, ready? Here it come
Gotta sick, vendetta to get this, cheddar
Meet my Be-retta, the drama, setter
Sip Ama-retta, my flow sounds, better
Than average, on tracks I'm a savage, I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit)
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies
Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill
And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill
If niggas get to fuckin' around (yeah)
If niggas get to fuckin' around
Respect come from admiration and fear
You can admire me if you can catch one in your wig
You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap
So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal, a infantry, I'm built for this mentally
That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you
Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of your ass off
I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain
Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine
Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies
Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill
And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around
Where I'm from, death is always in the air homie
Nana love me, so you know she say my prayers for me
I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon
Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on
Niggas know, if not, they better check my background
Try and stick me, I fill ya back wit' MAC rounds
Ask 'Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down
I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line, boy, I'ma air your ass out
Screw ya face at me, I wan' know what that's 'bout
Nigga, I know you ain't mad, I done came up
And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up
The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these niggas
And I ain't did no business wit' 'em, I don't owe these niggas
A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind
All across the globe like the world's mine, yeah
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies
Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill
And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around
(Konvict)
Now tell me, have you ever looked up at an instance
And seen a MAC aimin' at'cha head, mayne?
Before you know what life is flashin' and reminiscin'
Your body is drippin' and full of lead, mayne
I done been there, I done cocked that
It ain't never been a question, I'm 'bout that
Don't go there, you can cock that
And if you plan to fuck around then reroute that
You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets
Without a couple metal pieces under my feet
Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's
Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze
50 don't make me ride on these niggas
'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas
50 don't make me ride on these niggas
'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper
So don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies
Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill
And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga, you's a window shopper
In the dealership, tryin' to get a test drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
It's funny how niggas get the screw facin' at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise to nobody hood without my gun
You know the kid ain't gon' fall for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't 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 don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
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, tryin' to get a test drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
Now 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 five hour flight from New York
I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her, meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang
Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit, man, the store owner watchin' you
'Fore something get stolen, stolen, stolen
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga, you's a window shopper
In the dealership, tryin' to get a test drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire
Yeah she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
Maybe this is, who i should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle i mean she hot like a kettle
Well me i'm strapped with the metal when i go hard for the bread
So i line you up and i dent you, you run you're fucked when i catch you
You only eat cuz i let you i hate the fact that i met you
When you could say that you know me and act like i'm your homie.
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on.)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on.)
Cuz all my love you can control. (Yeah.)
Haha. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
She scratch my back when i'm strokin' she scream she like it she open
I'm sittin' back while she suckin', she super freaky i love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah i chase it
She do it just how i like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin' her limits that's why i'm pushin' up in it
Start kissin' her lips, then i'm kissin' her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy.
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby.), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby.)
Hold on tight and don't let go (50.), baby I'm about to explode (Whooo.!!)
Cuz all my love you can control. (This is how it's supposed to feel i said this is how it's supposed to feel.)
I'll spend the night with you (Haha.), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean.)
Cuz tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Work it out now. Wooohoooo.!!)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha.)
Please me low and be my friend, i'll come back and hit it again (And hit it again.)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again.)
Don't go away (Yeah. Come on girl.)
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good.) feel me and caress me (I mean real good.)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Haha.)
Cuz all my love you can control. (Yeah. I can feel it. Owwww!!)
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh.)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin', you ain't know that I be mackin' (Nah.)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees (Yeah.)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin' cristal-ise
Touch me, tease me (Yeah.) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on.)
Hold on tight and don't let go (Now bend, and stretch come on.), baby I'm about to explode (Work it out. I said work it out.)
Cuz all my love you can control. (Come on break it down. That's how they break it down. Haha.)
Touch me, tease me (This is what i call fun.) feel me and caress me (I'm havin' so much fun.)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (I'm back to work.)
Cuz all my love you can control. (Yeah.)
Yeah
It's 50
One shot, one kill, what's the deal?
Yeah, what's the deal?
Listen
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggas aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggas get set up, 'cause when it rains it pours
End up wed up, 'cause when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
Aint nutin' changed, niggas doin' the same old shit
Them new Hollow tips and them same old clips
In the projects niggas fuck with the same old chicks
And somehow they still think their game so sick
Now I'm finna rip, niggas know I'm about my grip
I dont trick man I barely even feed a bitch
She say I'm stingy, I said I don't need you bitch
Go ahead leave, see if I chase you, shit
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, 'cause a nigga pockets all swollen
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 don't trust no bitch
Keep your head high notes when them pigs came
But her ass kinda fat so niggas treat her the same
This is real
Lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow Tips and Talons, when it rains it pours
You caught in lead showers, just because
Niggas aint playin', when it rains it pours
Niggas get set up, 'cause when it rains it pours
End up wed up, 'cause when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
It was blood stains on my stoop when eyeball got shot
When homicide outside, nigga I'm not
It'he third time niggas done circled the block
It's money out now, yeah, but damn it's 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 fk 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 my spot fulla niggas tryna get a few bucks
Hopin' they number 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
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, 'cause when it rains it pours
End up wed up, 'cause when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie, in my hood, when it rains it pours
Young Chop on the beat
I can't spell sober
I'm a smoker, Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
Sober, my bitches stay sober
Sober
Damn, I hate bein' sober
I hate bein' sober
Damn I hate bein' sober, I'm a smoker
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
We can't spell sober
Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
'Cause we can't spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
'Cause I can't spell sober
On my tour bus we get dumb high, you's a floor boy
Fredo got a hangover he toting a Cobra
Last night he was shooting shit up like O-Dog
Reesy rollin', Tadoe got hoes on mollies
Chief Sosa, Ballout, we high ridin' 'Raris
My bitches love drinking, some love smoking
Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dutch, she start choking
Call up D-Money, now we throw money
All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies
Call up D-Money, now we throw money
All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies
Damn I hate bein' sober, I'm a smoker
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
We can't spell sober
Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
'Cause we can't spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
'Cause I can't spell sober
We got 100 pounds of this shit (Yeah)
My stash house with them bricks (Yeah)
My pockets filled with them stacks (Uh)
My bitch be gone off a flat (Woo)
She a hot tamale when she pop a molly (Molly)
It's time to party, we party hard (Party hard)
Drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it
We high for sure (High for sure)
I came in back of that Rolls (Rolls)
Nigga I ain't stuntin' them hoes (hoes)
I trick a bitch to suck dick
Trick, what you spend on her, we spend on clothes (Clothes)
Too young for me she want Sosa (Sosa)
Shooters in the Range Rover
That's GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin' bitch it's over
See my ring chain and my Rolex when I'm flexin' (When I'm flexin')
Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line
I check 'em (I check 'em)
See this gangsta's shit done to perfection
Nigga better, believe me, I make it look easy
Damn I hate bein' sober, I'm a smoker
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
We can't spell sober
Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
'Cause we can't spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
'Cause I can't spell sober
My weed so strong, my cheese so long (Cheese so long)
Roll so many joints soon I might need a lung (Might need a lung)
Spend so many grands that I might need some bands (Might need some bands)
That's your bitch, why she acting like she need a man? (Need a man)
I'm faded (Faded), talking mills 'cause I made it (Made it)
Talking pounds 'cause I smoke it (Smoke it)
Talking game 'cause I played it (played it)
I'm wasted (Wasted), Rose thats my favorite (Favorite)
OG kush, you can taste it (Taste it)
Buying Cris' by the cases (By the cases)
I hate being sober
Don't smell no one smoking
Me and my niggas gon' roll up
Believe they gon' fire on you
You think you could roll up
You smoke by the ounce
Well, bitch, I smoke by the pound 'cause
Damn I hate bein' sober (Hahaha), I'm a smoker
Fredo a drinker (Uh), Tadoe off molly water
We can't spell sober (Sosa, what up nigga?)
Ballout roll up (What up Fredo?) when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
'Cause we can't spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
'Cause I can't spell sober
