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    "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...

     
     
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    "Thug Love"
    (feat. 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 every now and then 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 Grits
    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

     
     
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    "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]

     
     
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    "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".

     
     
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    "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 x2]
    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 x2]
    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 x2]
    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

     
     
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    "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

     
     
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    "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
    To me ain't nothin changed but the things my money bring
    My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
    Whos 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 chow lines
    An old timer schooled me said don't burn bridges my friend
    Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim
    I watch the fifth melt a nigga on 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

     
     
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    "How To Rob"
    (feat. The Madd Rapper)

    [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 enough of that, shit, it's time to 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 Casã like "Duke get on the ground"
    You ain't with Mary no more where gettin chips from 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 niggaz jewels 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
    Fuck the cab the coroners pickin him 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 livin'
    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

     
     
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    "U Should Be Here"

    [Intro]
    YEAH!, (yeah), your rockin' wit the toast of New York
    Tony Yayo (Tony Yayo), Lloyd Banks (Lloyd Banks), 50 Cent (50 Cent)
    G-UNIT (G-Unit), and here we go!

    [background singing of "you should be here," throughout intro and the song]

    [50 Cent - Singing (Male voice)]
    You should be here wit me bitch
    You should come and make me rich
    Girl you know you need a pimp
    Girl you know you drive me crazy (drive me crazy)
    You should be here wit me bitch (ew, ew, girl)
    Girl you know you drive me crazy
    Bitch, (you should be here)

    [50 Cent - Verse 1 (w/male voices)]
    Bright and early in the mornin' come up short with my money
    And for sure I'll kick your ass bitch (what you say)
    (You should be here) You fuckin' with them other niggaz
    But you know you love the niggaz, switch to a pimp bitch (BITCH)
    (You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes
    You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm "throwin them bows"
    (You should be here) Right here next to me
    Girl I know you tired of fuckin' for free (WOO, Sing along)

    [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent]
    (You should be girl)
    You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call
    (You should be girl)
    You should be down on your knees, tryin' to break me off (uh huh, uh huh)
    (You should be girl)
    You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
    (Well I wish you were)
    You should be my bottom bitch, out on the grind (you should be here)

    [Verse to - Lloyd Banks]
    Bust in your ass, winter, spring, or summer
    I'm a winner, I'm ain't a regular nigga, ho (Lloyd Banks)
    (You should be here) Runnin' wit a pro, I ain't a beginner
    Niggaz knows, what, you up on 'em sinners, no (Hell no)
    (You should be here) Walkin' the track, Grain Hill, sleeves, snow
    Anythinh to speed up the process of the cash flow (gotta get that money man)
    (You should be here) Catchin' a date, and breakin'll keep me straight
    Even if you gotta take it in the ass ho (you take it in the ass)

    [Chorus 1- 50 Cent]
    (You should be here) You should be that bitch that come (uh huh)
    Everytime I call (I told ya'll motherfuckers)
    (You should be here) You should be down on your knees
    Tryin' to break me off (You should be)
    You should be that bitch, that buy me shit all the time
    (Yo, 50 get on that 50 shit one time, my nigga)
    You should be that bottom bitch, out on the grind

    [Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
    Uh, yeah, (you should be here)
    Look, I don't really need you, I get my dough, bitch
    I got some Coupe's, I got some jeeps, I got some mo' shit
    (You should be here) I stay wit some hoes, cause I use those twos (uh huh)
    I keep a Benz, I keep some rims, and I stay with some jewels
    (You should be here) I'm internationally known, man everybody know me
    Way down in McNolly, they feelin' me wodie
    (You should be here) But you can catch me in Houston, with Bun and Pimp C (C)
    Or in Miami, wit Luke and VIP (yeah)

    [Chorus to - Male voice singing]
    (You should be), you should be here with me babe
    You should be here with me babe
    (You should be) Girl you know you drive me (sing along)
    Girl you know you drive me crazy
    (You should be) You should be here with me babe (ew, ew, girl)
    (Girl I wish you were here) I just wanna drive ya babe
    You should be here

    [Outro - Man from intro, talking]
    I told ya'll motherfuckers G-UNIT is takin' over this shit man (takin' over this shit man)
    (You should be here) We run the hood
    and we run these motherfuckin' offices (and we run these motherfuckin' offices)
    Ya'll be wiling if (you should be here)
    If ya'll hear (hear), the fuckin' (fuckin')
    Chase these crackers that's cuttin' us right now
    (You should be here) Man you still local
    I'm out the hood man (I'm out the hood man) (c'mon)

     
     
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    Podrazumevano Odg: 50 Cent -Tekstovi Pesama

    "Bump Dat Street Mix"

    [Tony Yayo]
    New Shit
    Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon

    [HOOK: 50 Cent]
    Bump Dat
    Niggas try to stunt on my click
    Then when I get on that shit
    I bring it to 'em where they pump at
    12 Gauge mashberg
    No shell in the head
    Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
    You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices
    Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that
    This is serious, these rap niggas, I'm just havin fun with it
    50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat

    [50 Cent]
    My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop"
    Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot"
    Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?
    Show 'em the clip
    Show 'em the beam
    Show 'em how Daddy lean
    In the convertible Jag
    22 inch mags
    For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag
    I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang
    G-UNIT
    Shit, I done started my own gang
    I don't go that funny dance
    I don't throw gang signs
    But I'm a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
    Think all I do is rap, then you don't know me good
    Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man
    Cause Lethal ain't never seen Blaco comin'
    But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin?
    And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs
    And leave you flat your back
    BRRAT
    Take that

    [HOOK]

    [Tony Yayo]
    I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
    Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
    Its hard to live, but its easy to die
    So I'm going through life lookin death in the eye
    These rappers ain't gun slingers
    They R&B singers
    G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas
    Minimum wage ain't gonna pay the rent
    Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print
    And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure
    I'm still on the strip with the fifth and my ever
    Its T-O-N-Y
    Stay with a semi
    Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry
    You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder
    My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger
    When the D's come around, I'ma swallow my crack
    Shit the work out later, and hit 'em with that
    If it's a direct sale
    I'ma change the bill
    Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille
    Look nigga we icey thugs
    We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves

    [HOOK]

    [Tony Yayo]
    Just havin fun with this rap shit, man
    It never stops
    My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street?
    And y'all ain't even hear the new shit
    Just keep goin' and goin' and goin'
    Motherfuckin' Duracell Battery
    It never stops
    Word up
    G-Unit
    Sha Money XL

     
     
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