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Tema: 50 Cent -Tekstovi Pesama

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    Podrazumevano Odg: 50 Cent -Tekstovi Pesama

    "Banks Workout"

    [50 Cent]
    I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
    But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
    Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
    We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
    Nigga ain't nuttin change
    You move I'll blow your brains

    [Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent IN CAPS)]
    These niggaz don't really want war (nah)
    They just walk around frontin
    Cause I walk around stuntin
    Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
    If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
    I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh)
    Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
    A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
    Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO)
    I'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar
    Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
    Not the type to go spark metal in
    Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
    Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
    Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn
    Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her
    It'll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN)
    You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit
    I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea)
    I gotta have bucks on the waist
    I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA)
    Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)
    Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
    You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
    The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump
    I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
    Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH)
    I know you wanna pop me but (but)
    If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH)
    Fuck, I really hold the rubber
    I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba
    I'm aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas
    A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
    G=Unit's whats up right now
    The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
    You gotta come a little harder, nigga
    You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA)
    You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe)
    And you mad cause you blowin on oregano
    You niggaz'll never blow
    Anyone to step in my ring is brave
    I don't know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR)
    Short stay leave her butt in the telly
    Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
    I'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know
    Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
    I ain't loud around a snitch (nah)
    I don't crowd around a btich (nah)
    The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
    I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick
    I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO)
    niggaz can't stand the fact that I'm real
    I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
    Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH)
    Bacardi at the chest (UH-HUH)
    I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk
    Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
    Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
    My success got suckers salty (salty)
    Blowin steam like a cup of coffee
    Click POW get these fuckas off me

    [50 Cent]
    I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
    But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
    Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
    We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
    Nigga ain't nuttin change
    You move I'll blow your brains

    Yea
    Lloyd Banks nigga
    Whats up nigga?
    It's 50 nigga
    You fuckin wit him right?
    I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him
    Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
    Whats up nigga?
    What the fuck
    I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga
    Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit
    Nigga we get it poppin nigga
    Whats up nigga?
    Anytime nigga I don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon nigga
    Any where you see me nigga
    Lets go

     
     
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    "Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!"

    [Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background]
    Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high
    Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
    50 can't even smoke this motherfucker (ah haha, haha)

    [Verse 1]
    I can't smoke weed, cause my PO make me piss in a cup
    Nigga go ahead, disrespect me, I'll fuck you up
    I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up
    Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill
    As a young buck, niggas always knew I puff
    Yousta see me go to school, on a smoiler bus (woo)
    I'm a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper (uh huh)
    You should sit, scibble lines and see where it take ya
    Had violent tendencies, so they thought I was dumb
    Why the so called smart kids was poppin' guns
    I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum
    Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle
    A pint a Crown Royal, make your insides boil
    Been smell like Ben Gay, cause his back go out
    He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about
    Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend's
    Wrist, Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen
    In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto
    Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole
    Let's go, let's flow nigga

    [Chorus - Singing - 2X]
    War, what is it good for absolutely nothin'
    But niggas keep frontin'
    Fuck a nigga, live like a soldier
    Die like a soldier

    [Outro - Talking]
    War, state of mercy nigga
    You see me pop off nigga
    Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga
    Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah)
    You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga
    Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
    50 Cent, new shit
    My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
    Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
    And nigga shy money, ain't fail nigga
    Uh huh, ya heard

     
     
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    "Just Fuckin' Around"

    [50 Cent]
    You can hum all you want to
    Cum all you want to
    But I ain't gon' want you
    If nobody wants you
    You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
    BITCH that's a bullet wound I ain't MASE!
    50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin' tonight
    I got some dro, got some henny
    We can go and get right
    I ain't never been arrested for nothing domestic
    But I ain't gon' lie I'll punch a bitch in the eye
    Look, don't play games with me baby
    The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy
    Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP!
    I don't wanna make love
    I just wanna fuck
    I'm only in town tonight
    If you give me some head
    Tony, give you some head
    A'ight
    Cause I ain't giving you no head, bitch
    Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit
    My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though
    Nada Mean
    That's why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha
    Alright now, Sha let's get to some hard shit!

    [Beat Changes]

    [50 Cent]
    If I make it to heaven
    I'll probably be in the bitch lonely
    Walk around saying, 'Everybody in hell know me'
    You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies
    You probably thinking how he get there
    That nigga my coatie
    The weather in hell is kinda hot
    You know like the block
    I heard it really burns
    Homie, you know like a shot
    That's alright for me shit
    Cause Im in the drop
    Drive around heavy
    Tryna find BIG and PAC
    Niggaz think when they die
    All they problems stop
    You die in jail, and wake up in hell
    Still on lock
    Imagine if you stole something and you got shot
    Wake up holdin' your head, still shot
    Niggaz don' died of AIDS
    You know the dirty dick
    Wake up in hell horny
    Fidna fuck the same bitch
    DAMN

    Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH
    The only nigga hotter than me
    Dead already nigga
    I know what you thinkin
    You thinkin that's it
    Yeah nigga let's just keep it short and sweet
    You know!

     
     
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    "G-Unit Soldiers"

    [Tony Yayo]
    Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

    [50 Cent]
    Yea...Niggas salute me
    Uh huh

    [Tony Yayo]
    We takin over this shit

    (50 Cent)

    Yo

    [Tony Yayo]
    G Unitttt

    [50 Cent]
    G Unit soliders
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    [Tony Yayo]
    Whatcha say whatcha say?

    [50 Cent]
    G Unit solider
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    [Lloyd Banks]
    Yea...Yea...
    I'm from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin
    For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)
    We gamble on ball courts
    Keep the paint peelin
    You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
    I'm stuck in the past
    Shit changed since the 80s (What)
    I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
    Out here its basketball and speedbags
    And guns that'll stiffin you up like freeze tag

    [Tony Yayo]
    You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
    And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)
    Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
    While I'm ridin on 20s in the juky drop top
    So never show love wit ya left hand
    You'll lose 5 liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on)

    [50 Cent]
    G Unit soliders
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    G Unit solider
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    [Tony Yayo]
    Home of the new right here

    [50 Cent]
    G Unit soliders
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    G Unit soliders
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    [Lloyd Banks]
    Nigga...Nigga
    Niggas know I'm hot
    But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)
    Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)
    I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
    Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
    Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)
    I aint straight I'm livin where its hot and sandy
    And the Benz's complexion is cotton candy
    I bounced up, thats the best part
    You niggas don't know what pain is
    The only scar on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark)

    [Tony Yayo]
    Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
    Cause it's liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)
    Listen homie
    We got AKs and Remintons
    For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians
    Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball
    So if you see me in the club I'm in the bathroom stall
    Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
    She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick

    [50 Cent]
    G Unit soliders
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    G Unit soliders
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    [Tony Yayo]
    50 whatcha say??

    [50 Cent]
    G Unit soliders
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    G Unit soliders
    (gun cocks)
    Ride out

    [Lloyd Banks talking over beat]
    Yea...G Unit man..
    We runnin the streets man
    We takin this rap shit over man
    This serious man its more then rap nigga
    Mention this nigga 50 name nigga
    I'm blowin niggas brains out nigga
    Thats my nigga right there
    Yea...it aint a game no more
    Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
    Same go for them nigga
    Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
    G Unit klick
    My nigga Proav L
    Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
    134 nigga
    We got yall nigga
    Yea...uh..uh

     
     
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    "Got Me A Bottle"

    [Chorus]
    We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
    Long as I can spend the whole night with you

    Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle)
    Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle)
    Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle)
    Absolut shorty (got me a bottle)
    Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle)
    Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle)
    E&J sippin' (got me a bottle)
    Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle)

    [Lloyd Banks]
    I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi
    Wit' a model at a party
    I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly
    See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad
    Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag
    Your performance will determine the price
    See if you fuckin' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice
    And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you
    But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah

    [Chorus]

    [50 Cent]
    I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
    That ain't got a care in the world
    I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl
    Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin'
    New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern
    What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin'
    Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin'
    I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man
    If I smack you in your face you get funny man
    Ha ha

     
     
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    "Tony Yayo Explosion"
    (feat. Tony Yayo)

    [50 Cent]
    Yeah, F-50

    [Chorus - 50 Cent]
    As times go by, I twist a lot
    Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
    You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
    But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye

    As times go by, I twist a lot
    Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
    You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
    But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye

    [Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]
    740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
    Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
    If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
    See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo)
    Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
    Or 1 to 3, for an extra G
    RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
    When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
    Picture me trick, and take a loss
    I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
    This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
    9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
    G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver
    (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)

    [Chorus]
    As times go by, I twist a lot
    Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
    You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
    But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)

    As times go by, I twist a lot
    Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
    You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
    But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye

    [Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
    I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
    These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
    I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
    And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
    250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
    Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
    You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
    I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
    Allow myself, to introduce myself
    This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
    I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
    And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
    And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
    Never gotta borrow a handgun
    Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
    So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
    Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo)
    Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
    And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
    Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
    Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
    The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
    Don't be surprised, If I spit at you
    Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
    Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope
    Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
    I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
    You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
    WHAT!

     
     
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    "Clue / 50"

    Yeah nigga
    We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
    We gonna smoke this shit
    And I'ma drink a lot a water
    And I'ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out
    I'm smoking this shit, aight?

    Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
    Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
    Frankie cut crack
    Lance hold the Mac
    If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's
    Lance cut the crack heads blocked up
    Thought he was locked up
    Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
    Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
    Coupe missin the roof
    He like "What up, 50?"
    I'm like "What up with you"
    Lance had a reputation that was well earned
    Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
    Out there in Red Firm
    At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack
    I'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back"
    Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
    I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
    Asked him about ??
    Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
    seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
    The man was crazy I could tell by his look
    Cause he looked the way I look
    When I look for a jooks
    Bitch

    Motherfucker
    Teamwork, work hard nigga
    50 cent
    Rotten Apple
    G-UNIT
    Lloyd Banks
    Tony Yayo, nigga

    Hey what up, nigga
    You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
    Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga
    Shoot that nigga, 50!

     
     
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    "A Little Bit Of Everything U.T.P."
    (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Juvenile, Skip, Young Buck)

    [Skip]
    Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
    Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
    Listen, I know we just came from fishin
    But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
    I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all
    You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all
    And only cause my man heard of y'all
    Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all

    [Tony Yayo]
    I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
    I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
    And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
    I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
    I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
    Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off
    I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
    Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal

    [Chorus - 2X]
    Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
    Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine
    A littlE bit of ecstacy
    That's why your bitch want to be next to me
    We sell a little bit a everything

    [Young Buck]
    I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
    And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
    I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
    A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
    We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles
    Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
    Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
    Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga

    [Lloyd Banks]
    Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser
    And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
    Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
    And the swallow game major
    These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
    And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
    Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun
    My pops 39 years old, and still on the run

    [Chorus]

    [Juvenile]
    Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
    Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
    Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
    You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho
    If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
    If you don't got no skills, I get your some more
    My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
    Got anythin you want, play us awful hard

    [50 Cent]
    My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme
    745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
    Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
    Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
    I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck
    Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck
    With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
    If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya

     
     
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    "Cutmaster C Shit"

    [Intro]
    New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
    Are you ready? (are you ready?) [gun cocks] I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
    See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
    Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop

    [Verse 1]
    G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new
    I'm not that nigga, in your video
    I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
    And niggas know I be, on the low
    But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
    I'm not that nigga, that you think you know
    I walk around with a big four four
    You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog
    I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door
    (What up bitches)

    [Verse 2]
    Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot
    I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
    So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah)
    Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo)
    Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
    The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid
    Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib
    But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled
    Back then niggas yousta call me boo
    In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
    Country came around, ease it and clappin' then
    Country left, strange shit started happenin'
    Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
    Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
    Money turns boys into men
    The cycle never changes, shit just starts again

    [Verse 3]
    Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga
    Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
    Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
    You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good
    Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel
    So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels"
    I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin'
    I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
    (oh yeah, let me hold somethin')
    Nigga you high or somethin'
    I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'
    I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
    Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine

    [Outro - 50 Cent talking]
    Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga
    You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya
    Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
    And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang
    You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it
    And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that
    In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now
    Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha)
    Sit tight nigga I'm comin'
    You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes
    Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD!
    My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zone

     
     
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    Podrazumevano Odg: 50 Cent -Tekstovi Pesama

    "Call Me"
    (feat. Tweet, Hope, Tony Yayo)

    [Chorus - 50 Cent (Tweet)]
    (Call me) Why you naggin me?
    (Call me) Girl you houndin me (yo why you houndin me)
    (Call me) Why you harassin me?
    I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

    (Call me) Why you naggin me?
    (Call me) Girl you houndin me
    (Call me) Why you harassin me?
    I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

    [Tony Yayo - talking in background of chorus]
    50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh
    As we proceed, uh

    [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
    You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up)
    You didn't like the style a clothes I wear (uh huh)
    You didn't like the little things I do
    Just tryin to be close to you (c'mon, c'mon)

    Look I done changed up bitch, I done came up
    My neck, my wrist, my ears, my fists are all blinged up
    In the hood they say 50 "you a grimy nigga"
    With the rims in that Coupe stay shiny nigga (stay shiny nigga)
    When you disrespect me is where I draw the line
    You seen my artwork but you ain't seen me draw the nine
    Come through the hood, you'll get shot homey just cause I say so
    I'm the hottest shit on this street, I don't do J Lo (here we go)

    [Chorus - 50 Cent (Tweet) {Hope}]
    (Call me) Why you naggin me? {Naggin you?}
    (Call me) Girl you houndin me {Oh now I'm houndin you}
    (Call me) Why you harrasin me? {Stop playin}
    I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

    (Call me) Why you naggin me? {Man you call me}
    (Call me) Girl you houndin me {Yeah whatever}
    (Call me) Why you harrasin me?
    I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

    [Tony Yayo - talking behind chorus]
    Uh huh, yeah

    [Hope (Tony Yayo)]
    I remember when you was a little bum nigga (what up)
    No champagne, just strictly rum nigga (uh huh)
    No pies, no cake, couldn't get a crum nigga (crum nigga)
    Fuck too fast, to quick to cum nigga
    Now you wanna talk like you big shit
    Like you found a better bitch, wit a ass this sick
    You know you love this nigga, why is you frontin?
    Cause when you's fuckin wit Hope, baby girl you just fuckin (c'mon)

    [Chorus - 50 Cent (Tweet) {Tony Yayo}]
    (Call me) Why you naggin me?
    (Call me) Girl you houndin me
    (Call me) Why you harrasin me?
    I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck {I just wanna fuck}

    (Call me) Why you naggin me?
    (Call me) Girl you houndin me
    (Call me) Why you harrasin me?
    I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

    [Tony Yayo - talking over 2nd part of chorus]
    Yeah, um, YAYO!

    [Tony Yayo]
    Don't call me bitch, don't be naggin me
    Cause the police thinkin 'bout baggin me (baggin me)
    You wanna call me on my cell, but don't got money for bail
    And you the main reason that I'm stuck in the jail
    You showed 'em where the Mag at (uh huh), showed 'em where the stash at (uh huh)
    Got a order of protection, no I'm doin five flat
    In my heart I thought you was the one
    "Til you dialed them three numbers 9 1 1 (BITCH)

    [Chorus - 50 Cent (Tweet)]
    (Call me) Why you naggin me?
    (Call me) Girl you houndin me
    (Call me) Why you harassin me?
    I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

    (Call me) Why you naggin me?
    (Call me) Girl you houndin me
    (Call me) Why you harassin me?
    I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck

    [Tweet]
    Call me

     
     
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