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    music6 50 Cent -Tekstovi Pesama

    "The Hit"

    Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

    [Chorus]
    I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
    Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
    This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this

    [Verse 1]
    The only thing hotter than my flow is the block (inhale and exhale)
    That's why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
    Let's get this clear, it ain't on 'til I say it's on, (pause), it's on
    I'm eatin', ya'll niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
    Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
    I be at the edge of the bar, sippin' a Don
    I keep the bottle just in case, you never know when it's on
    This worries bump, I can't go wrong, my team's too strong
    You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
    Why you broke? cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
    The way I'm spittin', put TV's in everything I'm sittin'
    While I'm hot to death, I'm gonna say this to all you playa haters
    Ya'll should hate the game, not the playas (c'mon)

    [Chorus: repeat 2X]
    I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
    Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
    This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
    (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)

    [Verse 2]
    Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
    To try to show you they a thug, instead of showing some love
    Now, what you think you chump me, If I let you bump me
    When I'm about to make a mill, faster than you make a G (haha)
    I know I lie, it's a habit, I vow to clean the city like the mayor
    And in the crack game, I'm a franchise player
    Niggas be thinkin' I be out to lunch with mines
    Then in crunch time, I start hittin' 'em hard with punch lines
    You cats got to be sick, to think 50 can't spit
    Better check my batting average, I always make hits
    My flows leave these rap cats ketro (ketro), all across the metro (metro)
    Plus I pack a cannon, up under my marple cannon
    They fake, they look like money, but ain't worth half the cake
    Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
    They want to knock me take, for Christ sakes

    [Chorus]
    (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)
    I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
    Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
    This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
    (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)

    I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
    Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
    This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
    (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)

    [Verse 3]
    Yo, son remember them fake playas
    Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
    Had them tight linen blazers, and beat up gators
    Lookin' like last year's playas, (pause)
    Yeah, I could tell they dough was low
    When we came through the do'
    I copped a case of Cristal, and copped one bottle of Mo
    From the looking through face, and the bulge in his waist, he holdin'
    (Yeah he's packin', I can see his rack
    The one in the middle, he a big man, I dealt with him son)
    Yeah, so I expect look like they ain't had a run, since ' 81
    They ain't here on a hunt for food,
    So they could catch you, some cash, and expensive jewels
    I'm gonna crash 'em with this bottle if he move
    I ain't the one son, my shit ain't come easy
    It won't go easy, believe me

    [Chorus: repeat 3X]
    I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases
    Races, in the faces, hall at you laces
    This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
    (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this)


     
     
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    Podrazumevano Odg: 50 Cent -Tekstovi Pesama

    "The Good Die Young"

    [Fifty talkin' to himself]
    Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
    niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right?
    you are crazy..
    I ain't crazy...
    you are crazy....
    at least I don't think I'm crazy
    I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot
    you hot but you crazy..
    why they wanna?..man..I don't know...

    [Verse 1:]
    It's the money that - makes shit get ugly
    It's the money that - makes these hoes love me
    It's the money that - makes niggas wanna slug me
    man..I thought the money would make it all lovely
    Yo, I actually write what I do or see
    the felonies from day to day make me say what I say
    when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me,
    smile for me
    and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me
    remember the good times, the chips we stacked
    the clips we packed
    and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
    let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote
    was from my heart
    so it'll always be number one on my chart
    I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
    sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
    this shit is real, it ain't a game.

    [Chorus]
    They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a
    long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine, keep your eyes
    on yours while I keep my eyes on mine. [Repeat]

    [Verse 2:]
    First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
    I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid
    so I get vest up when I get dressed up
    in the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
    if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup
    if your gossiping about me, shut the fuck up
    why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?
    and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck
    duke listen, if you move I'm gonna hurt you
    you'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
    right now what you need to do is gimme the cash
    forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya ass
    be a good Boy now, go and get your stash
    I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash
    alright run along before I shoot ya ass
    I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Verse 3:]
    I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast
    then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last
    man listen, if you really really like this shit
    nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit
    call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop
    I'm gonna be chargin' you all niggas like Forty a pop
    to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap
    typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street
    1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat
    niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
    gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
    you're a generous guy
    take 'em off or die
    man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies
    look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly
    why you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
    see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.

    [Chorus 2x]

     
     
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    "Corner Bodega"

    [50 Cent]
    Aight, check this shit out
    Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car
    I'm'a go right over here and see somethin
    Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in
    The money stays in the car 'til I say so...
    Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man
    This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gram?

    Man, when I come up in here treat me like I'm fam
    I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram
    Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
    I got a spot and I can't afford to stop the flow
    Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit' ya Man?
    Standin' against the wall with a gun in his hand
    I ain't on no funny shit I'm on some get this money shit
    Every four days in PA I move another brick
    According to the DA I sold dope in VA
    my crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA
    I'll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me
    Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy
    (Hey, the ice is hot man) I know, don't remind me
    If I catch another case I'ma kill Guiliani
    It ain't even safe to sell a pack at night
    Got task ridin 'round the projects on Mountain Bikes

    [Chorus - repeat 2X]
    NY ain't the same, it's OT playa
    you can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
    hit the highway and take it to a town near you
    And get that money man, get that money man

    [50 - singing]
    Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I'm not around
    That means I copped and I went outta town
    You motherfuckers know how I get down
    About my money man, about my money man

     
     
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    "Life's On The Line"

    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
    Niggas 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 and sold soap
    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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    "Life's On The Line"

    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
    Niggas 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 and sold soap
    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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    Podrazumevano Odg: 50 Cent -Tekstovi Pesama

    "That Ain't Gangsta"

    [Verse 1:]
    How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch?
    you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch?
    I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich
    man, I stack chips and I unload clips
    after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
    some niggas started fightin', some niggas found God
    you know me, started sellin' leek in the yard
    yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
    big as Hell in the joint wearin' '86 numbers
    damm Dog, you been in here that long?
    you could think that, but say that and yo' ass is dead wrong
    a convo is only three words, "yo whattup"
    you ain't gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
    let a nigga find out you on some goin' home shit
    and you tryin' to bounce without payin' a loan, shit
    some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
    after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
    I'm hard as Hell to get along wit' so it never fails
    a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
    he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin' the lye
    I sent him a little kite just to be blowin' his high
    and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
    If I catch you in the yard I'm'a ox you down
    niggas you think is real really can't hold they own
    I'll have 'em on some E.T. shit tryin' to phone home
    in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
    it's similar, infact they'll both split ya dome
    scars are souvenirs, niggas always take 'em home.

    [Chorus]
    You got blown over the jack? (that ain't gangsta)
    Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain't gangsta)
    rockin' a vest with no gat? (that ain't gangsta)
    you only a thug when you rap? (that ain't gangsta)
    niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain't gangsta)
    you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain't gangsta)
    niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain't gangsta)
    If you ain't bustin' ya gat (that ain't gangsta)

    [Verse 2:]
    You'd call me an Animal if you seen me livin' on lock
    I stay in a box cats be shook when I'm visitin' pop-ulation
    when I walk by, niggas like "Fifty don't play Son"
    "yeah, somethin' really wrong with that nigga..."
    max out, I'm goin' straight for the glock
    bust a u-turn, I'm goin' straight to the block
    the things that'll happen if niggas say I can't eat
    down goes the window....out goes the heat
    I'll make the whole block look like a fuckin' trackmeet
    some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
    some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
    nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
    it's extortion, it happens in the hood often
    claim more lives than choices, free abortions
    Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
    'cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
    I rock shit 'cause I stay on that block shit
    that 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
    see the difference is I'm real and you not, kid
    I still stash crack money in my sock, shit
    ya'll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
    leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
    Guiliani and Pataki can't stop this
    since '86 my whole clique pop Criss.

    [Chorus]
    5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
    1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
    What the fuck you know about that?

     
     
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    "As The World Turns"
    (feat. Bun B (UGK))

    [50 Cent]
    uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh
    uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh

    Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke
    What [echo]
    Money make the world go round, as the world turns
    Money make the world go round, as the world turns
    Nigga I need money to main-tainn
    Hustalin aint a gamee
    Nigga go and gets the grainn
    Gon' get tore out the framee
    T.Vs in the Rangee
    I'm in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort)
    Coc-ainee and Herio-anee
    50 Cent
    Thats my namee
    Nigga I bring the painn
    You thought shit stay the samee
    Nigga shit gon' change
    Put a bullet in your brainn
    Nigga at close range
    Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn
    Aint nuittin funny mangg
    I'm about my money mangg
    Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn
    Better understan what I'm sayin,
    What I'm sayin, I aint playin
    I'll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn
    Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee
    Crackers'll put ya in chains
    Box'll drive you insane
    Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain
    That whole loose? is ill
    You better crack the whip mang

    [Chorus - 50 Cent]
    A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes)
    A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
    A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
    A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

    A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
    A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
    A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
    A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

    [50 Cent]
    I live
    Life in the fast lane
    Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
    Everythin a game
    Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
    Nigga, you
    Go against the grain
    I'll make you
    Walk wit a cane now nigga now
    Who you gon' blamee
    When shit aint the same
    Nigga nobody hears your namee
    You got down wit a gangg
    O thirty-one blood
    Ya'll niggas do your thang
    You got 2 felonies
    Fuck it, go out wit a bangg
    Ya'll niggas wanna hangg
    Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
    They aint even got ta talk
    To take your bitch
    One look was all it took
    She seen the benz-o
    She seen them T.Vs
    And them big ol' chriz-omes
    A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough
    Useta be your bottom hoe
    Now your paper comin' slow
    She feel like she had ta go
    Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball-az
    Politic wit the willies the real shot call-az

    [Bun B]
    I got one life to live
    Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
    Hate-az tryin me
    Hoes is a-bidein me
    Media ride me
    King a the underground
    So the streets is steady hide-in me
    Representin sure taste-az
    The yay keep takin pride in me
    Streets
    Deciple slide-in me
    Status reports the badest you caught
    Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
    I cant stay away like Too $hort
    I gots ta break a bastards back
    Tore em up, get em ready ta port
    Put em on the master track
    I blast the facts the life in the grill
    Gorilla pimpin
    If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
    It's me and 50 Cent my nigga
    Live in trife, and thats real
    Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
    Thats on for treal (?)
    I'm on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true
    I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even
    knoin
    Got you strippin and even hoe-in
    You dont wanna let the pro in the door
    This what we showin

    A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes)
    A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough)
    A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke)
    A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

    [Repeat]

    [50 Cent]
    Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines?
    Is your bitch your bitch all the time?
    You done got your paper, now its time I get mines
    Except the serve and everything'll be fine
    Bitch!

    [50 Cent talking over beat]
    Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
    Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
    You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
    Look at you motherfucka here
    Huh bitch?
    How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe?
    Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
    Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

     
     
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    "Ghetto Quran (Forgive Me Pt. 1)"

    [talking]
    Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
    Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
    One time

    [Chorus]
    Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
    Over and over again, just to stay on top
    I recall memories, filled with sin
    Over and over again, and again

    Yo, when you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the team
    See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
    For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
    See Preme was a business man and Prince was the killer
    Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
    This here get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
    The roll with Easy Rider and they ain't get blunted
    Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
    As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
    I used to idolize Cat
    Hurt me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat, how he go out like that?
    Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
    I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
    Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
    Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
    From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised
    Of how freely I thought of names of games who dealt with pies
    Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told us connect
    Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
    Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks

    [Chorus]

    That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
    Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
    I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
    And Prince and Righteous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
    Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
    Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
    Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
    Gamble all the time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
    Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
    Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
    A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
    Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
    I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
    Together niggas stand and divided they fall
    Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
    Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
    Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
    Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie VaTonne interior
    Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
    Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to watch the money
    Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
    FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion

    [Chorus]

    Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
    The twins was some queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
    Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
    Cally
    Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
    A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
    but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
    Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
    If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
    Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
    And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
    I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
    Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
    And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
    And Benny Hiners heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
    Shout out to Clanvis and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
    If the flow don't kill you the Mac will

     
     
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    "Da Repercussions"

    [Talking]
    Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga

    [Chorus]
    You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that
    You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that
    If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that
    Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that

    [Verse 1]
    Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
    The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah)
    If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
    No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo)
    You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
    Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
    Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
    Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
    I take the stand under oath and lie
    Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
    Or watch time go by
    Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
    In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die

    [Chorus - 2X]

    [Verse 2]
    You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
    Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
    You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)
    You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga)
    Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee
    And after being on the street, less than a week
    Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
    Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
    Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)
    A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly
    I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
    My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
    It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
    If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
    She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
    It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV

    [Chorus - 2X]

    [Verse 3]
    Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
    Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN')
    I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN')
    You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
    Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip
    When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
    Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips
    So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
    You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind
    Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99
    Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
    Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read
    If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said
    If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head

    [Chorus - 2X]

     
     
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    "Make Money By Any Means"
    (feat. Noreaga)

    [Chorus - 50 Cent]
    It ain't easy to make money (Whoo)
    So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh)
    You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money (Take money, uh)
    Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
    It ain't a game

    [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
    You can call me player yeah, but I ain't playing fair (Uh huh)
    Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha)
    In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems
    I walk up close, and I fo', fo' revolve 'em
    Don't make me run to you, put the gun to you
    Have yo ass on Phil Donahue explaining what the fuck I done to you
    Thug niggas in the street saying I'm sunning you
    Dude I'll smoke you every motherfucker under you
    People say chill, but still I do, what I wanna do
    For now on, when I speak, y'all niggas better listen
    Why run against a thoroughbred when you ain't in no condition
    Still got shit on ya nose, from all that ass you been kissing (hahaha)

    [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent w/ Noreaga in background]
    It ain't easy to make money
    So now everybody wanna take money
    You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
    Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
    It ain't a game
    It ain't easy to make money
    So now everybody wanna take money
    You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
    Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
    It ain't a game

    [Verse 2 - Noreaga]
    Yo where my down South niggas at, I'm playing piddy-pat
    Wit this kitty cat, bitch swear she a city rat
    It's Nore now, here look read the story now
    My name Nore, and niggas know how I rip
    And if I don't feel a nigga, I don't get on his shit
    Y'all can love me, or hate me, or suck my dick
    I like my hoes just like Summer, no class
    And niggas working so hard, and getting no ass
    Why y'all niggas acting like, it's all ill in y'all square
    Motherfucker you ain't know that it's a hood everywhere
    Me and 50 vandal, no we always run scandal
    Weak niggas, have us lighting up candles
    Sending out roses, condolences, notices
    Focuses on, niggas like Fu Quan
    Yo in they ground, niggas that don't get no bound
    Y'all keep my word, don't love no bird
    Get a beef from TM, and just twist my herb

    [Chorus - 50 Cent]
    So now everybody wanna take money
    You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
    Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
    It ain't a game
    It ain't easy to make money
    So now everybody wanna take money
    You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
    Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
    It ain't a game

    [Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
    Yo it's all about the cash you getting
    Bricks you flipping, the whips you sitting
    The bitches you hitting, when you living the thug life
    Bitches I don't love no of 'em, the guns I'm running 'em
    Punk niggas I'm sunning 'em, every chance I get
    Man I know niggas is a trip, so I save all my grip
    For these babies faggots flippin', dial 1-800-TIPS
    Force me to bury the bricks, and the whips and take trips
    Every word that come out of my mouth, I mean it, you could eat
    'Cause when I stick you, you gon' cough it up like you bulimic
    I'm no magician, but I could make, somethin' outta nothin'
    Like turn an empty block, into a crack spot that's pumping
    So all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest
    Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis

    [50 Cent talking]
    Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon

    [Chorus - 50 Cent]
    It ain't easy to make money
    So now everybody wanna take money
    You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
    Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
    It ain't a game
    It ain't easy to make money
    So now everybody wanna take money
    You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
    Fuck wit mines, I'ma view you at ya weight money
    It ain't a game

     
     
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