Get Rich O

(feat. Young Buck (G-Unit))





[50 Cent]

G-Unit, UTP

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP

G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked



[50 Cent]

50 Cent, that's my name

Man I ain't fuckin' playin'

I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)

Come off, now watch your chain

Fo' I blow out your brains

Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)

See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt

For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)

Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid

That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)

Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip

Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)

When witnesses around, they know how we get down

So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn)

My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain

Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)

I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game

Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at)



[Chorus 2x]

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped

Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though

I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks

Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though



[Young Buck]

I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me

Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida')

I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn

I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)

When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up

Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)

Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's

You better stay in line bro' (in line bro')

Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it

I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro')

Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum

And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for)

I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished

Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us)

And I admit it, I live it

I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa'



[Chorus 2x]



[50 Cent]

My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin'

And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)

They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit

I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)

When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down

I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)

If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run

My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)

But if you get away and come back another day

My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)

Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay

And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn)

Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head

I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn)

Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand

You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn)



[Chorus 2x]




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Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN

Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid
Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen
Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin
Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them
Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard
Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard
Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle
I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace
and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would
Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge
You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood
Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery
I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history
Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin
Jay put you on, X made you hot
Now you run around like you some big shot
Ha, ha pussy...

[Chorus]

"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?
How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud
Southside until I die that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer
You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster
I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers
All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers
It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background
You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah's crack child
Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good
I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"
I'm back better than ever, on top of my game
Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)

[Chorus]

I ain't tellin anyone you pussy
I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored
It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)
I've been patently waitin to BLOWW
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep
I'm a nightmare huuhhhh
You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life
You heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga
I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)
I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)

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[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"Slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"
"I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin
Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't playin

[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-da-box (yeah!)
In the hood summer time is the killing season (wooh!)
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
Cause we gonna reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)

Yeah, haha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, haha ha ha

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Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz 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! Wutup homie
For bitches who don't know me
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggas 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!]

Y'all niggas 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, niggas 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, cuz niggas 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]

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 Don 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 niggas 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

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[Intro: 50 Cent]

It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50

Break it down

I got a lot of living to do before I die

And I ain't got tyme to waste

Let's make it



[50 Cent]

You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'

You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'

You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)

You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)

What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine

We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind

So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes

Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine

A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind

I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine

I'm fuckin with they mind

I make 'em press rewind

They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme

Been on Paroza's, 94 cuz I commit tha crime

I send you my line, I did it three ta nine

If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes



[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]

You said you a gangsta

But you neva pop nuttin

You said you a wanksta

And you need to stop frontin'

You go to the dealership

But you neva cop nuttin'

You been hustlin a long tyme

And you ain't got nuttin



[Verse 2]

Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie

What tha fuck happened to you?

I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda

And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta

Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta

I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta

She look good but I know she after my chedda

She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her

Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet

We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step

Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out

Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out



[Chorus 2X]



[Verse 3]

Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta

Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me

Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta

But it's me you see on your TV

Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy

I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy

By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets

If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat

Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how?

We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow

What you know about AK's and AR 15's?

Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh



[Chorus 2X]




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(feat. Lloyd Banks, Eminem)





[50 Cent]

I need you to pray for me and

I need you to care for me and

I need you to want me to win

I need to know where I'm heading,'cause I know where I've been

Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing

I come up with something

Come through your strip, fronting, stunting

It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning

Haters hate that I'm winnning

Man I've been hot from the beginning

Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy

'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony

Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping

Once I squeeze the first shot

No I aint stopping till my clip is empty

I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with

Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke

Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga

Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling



[50 Cent]

Right now I'm on the edge

So don't push me

I aim straight for your head

So don't push me

Fill your ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy



Right now I'm on the edge

So don't push me

I aim straight for your head

So don't push me

Fill your ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy



[Lloyd Banks]

I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry

To young to understand, the consequences of man

Living a lie, I gotta get that money

I'll be damned if If I'm bummy

Gotta watch my back around these niggas

'Cause they fronting 20 years

Of watching my mama's tears

Got me heated, heavily weeded

Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it

These niggas don't want me balling, they want me bury

Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry

Laying with bugs under my shirt

I got plans to hop up in that Hummer

'Cause I'mma stunner, I sit back and wonder

When them angels gon' call my number

Under, my chest is a heart of a lion

I ain't lieing , bounty hunters got me flying

With my iron, high as a giant

I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching

What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion

End of discussion

My blood is colder, so I'm bolder

And it's either soda

Hood on my my shoulder

Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier



[50 Cent]

Right now I'm on the edge

So don't push me

I aim straight for your head

So don't push me

Fill your ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy



Right now I'm on the edge

So don't push me

I aim straight for your head

So don't push me

Fill your ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy



[Eminem]

These are my ideas

This is my sweat and tears

This is shit that I solved with my balls, my ears

This is me who's gotta be

What you see on TV

What you hear on CD

What appears easy

Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers

In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies

Fronting like it's all fun and games

Till they shoot 'em up bang

Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing

Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying

I bully my way in this game, man I'm done playing

Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing

I'mma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers

There's no way I'mma back down, like a goddamn coward

I can't, how would I look as man bowing to his knees

Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me

And not lash back out at 'em, please

Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me

Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall?

I'll show you Marshall, I try to show you art

Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start

Showing you fucken old farts a whole other side

I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with

Some fucken marshmellow, little soft yellow

Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause



[50 Cent]

Right now I'm on the edge

So don't push me

I aim straight for your head

So don't push me

Fill your ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy



Right now I'm on the edge

So don't push me

I aim straight for your head

So don't push me

Fill your ass up with lead

So don't push me

I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy




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(feat. Nate Dogg)





[50 Cent]

New York City!

You are now rapping...with 50 Cent

You gotta love it...

I just wanna chill and twist a lot

Catch suns in my 7-45

You drive me crazy shorty I

Need to see you and feel you next to me

I provide everything you need and I

Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry

Got some questions that I got to ask and I

Hope you can come up with the answers babe



[Nate Dogg]

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

Girl...



[50 Cent]

If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?

If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?

If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,

Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?

If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like

some of my friends?

If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?

If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?

I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive

I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside

If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King

would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?

And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?

If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?

Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap

And we could go do what you like, I know you like that



[Nate Dogg]

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

Girl...



[50 Cent]

Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?

Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?

Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?

Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing

Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?

I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans

If I was down would you say things to make me smile?

I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how

If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?

And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me

Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?

How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?

And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take

I love you like a fat kid love cake

You know my style I say anything to make you smile



[Nate Dogg]

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have love for me?

Girl...



Could you love me in a Bentley?

Could you love me on a bus?

I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

Could you love me in a Bentley?

Could you love me on a bus?

I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us




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Verse 1)
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow
My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick
That's why these niggaz is on my dick
Some hate me, some love my hits
Flex my man he gon bump my shit
See I'm alive man I really don't care
I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear
You try and play me I'ma blaze it in
My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in

(Chorus: repeat 2x)
I was a poor nigga
Now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga
You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga
In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga

(Verse 2)
New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good
Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood
I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama
I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar
See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front
I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah)
My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up
I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up
See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat
I can't go commercial, they love me in the street
I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man
Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man
Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing
C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen

Chorus (2x)

I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway
Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work man

Chorus (2x)

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[Hook x2: 50 Cent]
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

[50 Cent]
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
WRONG: Them trick niggaz in they ear sayin' they think about her
RIGHT: Them trick niggas in her 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

[Hook x2: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent]
G-G-G-G-UNIT!

[Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
I drive a Cadillac with a perm
Cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking C.R.I.P.

I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
I drive a Cadillac with a perm
Cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P.

[Snoop Dogg]
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
Fuck cuz, nah nigga motherfuck you
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
That's waitin' on me to return
So they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm, word
They love it when I get to crippin'
And spittin' this mag-ah-ni-ficent pimpin'

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]

[Lloyd Banks]
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

[Young Buc]
We keep it pimpin' in the South, you know how it go (Dirty, Dirty)
WRONG: We drive old school white walls with mink clothes
RIGHT: We drive old school white walls with mink floors
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
WRONG: You got pimp protection, you're mic could be one, G-UNIT
RIGHT: You got pimp potential, ya might could me one, G-UNIT!

[Hook: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent speaking]
In Hollywood, they say there no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood, they say, theres no b'ness like ho b'ness
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

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

[Verse 1]
Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
*click* *click* you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn

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

[Verse 2]
Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE

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

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

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

*Ad-libing to the end*

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[Lloyd Banks]

Man we gotta go get something to eat man

I'm hungry as a motherfucker



[50 Cent]

Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?



[Lloyd Banks]

50, calm down, here he come



[9 Shots]



[Banks and 50]

Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?



[50 Cent]

Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!



[50 Cent]

Many men, wish death upon me

Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be

And niggas trying to take my life away

I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me

My back on the wall, now you gon' see

Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me

'Cause I'll come and take your life away



Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me



Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head

Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead

I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found

I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned

When I rhyme, something special happen every time

I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime

I walk the block with the bundles

I've been knocked on the humble

Swing the ox when I rumble

Show your ass what my gun do

Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs

I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over



Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me



Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard

It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred

This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars

For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars

I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear

Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years

I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don

Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm

Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?



Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me



Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back

I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat

In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me

Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me

The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot

I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked

I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time

Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines

In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around

Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down

Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason

'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing



Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me




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