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  • Ayo Technology Artist: 50 Cent Album: Curtis Description Not Provided Lyrics Somethin' special
    Unforgetable
    50 Cent (Cent)
    Justin (Tin)
    Timbaland (Land)
    God damn (Damn)

    She she, she want it
    I want to give it to her
    She know that
    It's right here for her
    I wanna see her break it down
    I'm ballin'

    Throwin' money around

    She work it girl
    She work the pole
    She break it down
    She take it low
    She fine as hell
    She about the dough
    She doing her thing out on the floor
    Her money money, she makin' makin'
    Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
    Make you want to touch it
    Make you want to taste it
    Have you lustin' for her
    Goin' crazy face it

    Now don't stop
    Get it, get it
    The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
    Think she double jointed from the way she split it
    Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it
    She's so much more than you're used to
    She know's just how to move to seduce you
    She can do the right thing and touch the right spots
    And dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

    She always ready
    When you want it, she want it
    Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
    On the late night, 'til daylight the club jumpin'
    If you want a good time
    She gonna give you what you want

    Let me talk to you
    Baby this a new age
    You're like my new craze
    Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
    The smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights don't do you justice, baby

    Why don't you come over here

    You got me saying ayo
    I'm tired of using technology
    Why don't you sit down on top of me?
    Ayo

    I'm tired of using technology
    I need you right in front of me

    Oh, she wants it(uh uh)
    She wants it
    Oh, she wants it
    So, I got to give it to her
    Oh, she wants it(uh uh)
    She wants it
    Oh, she wants it
    So, I got to give it to her

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thights
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thights
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Got a thing for that thing she got
    The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
    Make it rain for us so she don't stop
    I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
    In a fantasy, it's plain to see
    Just how it be on me
    Backstrokin', sweat soakin'
    All into my set sheets
    When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
    I'll be in this bitch 'til the club close
    What should I do, one thing on all fours
    Now that that shit should be against the law
    From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
    You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around
    Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
    Girl, you got me thinkin' about all the things I do to you
    Let's get it poppin' shorty
    We can switch positions

    From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

    Let me talk to you
    Baby, this a new age
    You're like my new craze
    Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
    The smokes got the club all hazy
    Spotlights don't do you justice, baby
    Why don't you come over here

    You got me saying ayo
    I'm tired of using technology
    Why don't you sit down on top of me
    Ayo

    I'm tired of using technology
    I need you right in front of me

    Oh, she wants it(uh uh)
    She wants it
    Oh, she wants it
    So, I got to give it to her
    Oh, she wants it(uh uh)
    She wants it
    Oh, she wants it
    So, I got to give it to her

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thighs
    Your got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you


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  • Best Friends (Featuring: Olivia) Artist: 50 Cent Album: Best Friend (Single) Description Not Provided Lyrics [Intro]

    Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
    WOO!!!

    [Chorus]

    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend

    [Verse 1]

    First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
    If we get pass the phone games we'll be f*****
    I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
    Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair
    For me a different scenery just mean a different position
    In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
    In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
    I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
    But I'm a different type of n**** that make sure that you know
    Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
    See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
    With your legs way back I see this p**** is mine
    If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
    But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
    When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
    Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly

    [Chorus]

    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend

    [Verse 2]

    While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
    When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
    I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
    Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
    Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
    And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
    There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
    I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
    Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
    If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
    I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
    I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
    'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
    I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
    I get into you, after I take off my clothes
    Girl I been into you, mentally long before

    [Chorus]

    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend


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  • Disco Inferno Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics 1, 2, 3, LETS GO
    Little mama show me how you move it,
    Go head-putcha back into it,
    Do your thing like there ain't nothin to it,
    Shake...shh..shh..shake that ass girl (x2)

    [Verse 1]
    Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.
    Tha flow sounds sick over Dre' drums n****,
    I ain't stupid - I see Doc then ma dope come quicker.
    Whoa!
    Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that a** girl.
    I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here.
    Oooohh.
    I'm so gutta, so ghetto, so hood.
    So gully, so grimey, what's good?
    Outside the benz on Dubs,
    I'm in the club wit the snubs
    Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'.
    Uuuhhh.

    [Hook x2]

    Little mama
    Show me how you move it,
    Go head-putcha back into it,
    Do your thing like there ain't nothin to it,
    Shake.. ..shh..shh..shake that a** girl.

    [Verse 2]

    Let's party, everybody stand up.
    Everybody put ya hands up.
    Let's party, everybody bounce with me.
    Sip champagne, and burn a little greenery.
    This hot.
    Disco Inferno, let's go.
    You are now rockin with a pro.
    I get told to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.
    Get my drink on then get on the dance floor.
    Look homie I don't dance all I do is this.
    It's the same 2-step with a lil' twist.
    Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.
    Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.
    You mix a lil' green with a little Don Perignon.
    And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on.
    Hollerin' at this b**** in da club tryin' to get right,
    We gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.

    [Hook x2]

    Lil' mama show me how you move it,
    Go head- putcha back into it,
    Do ya thing like there ain't nothin to it,
    Shake...shh..shh..shake that a** girl.

    [Verse 3]

    You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds cos I stay grindin'.
    Uh-huh.
    Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe switchin lanes.[Ha Ha]
    U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah.
    N**** I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain.
    G-Unit!
    Next level now, turn it up a notch.
    Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
    Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco.
    Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!

    [Hook x2]

    Lil' mama show me how you move it,
    Go head-putcha back into it,
    Do ya thing like there ain't nothin to it,
    Shake...Shake..shh..shh..shake that a** girl.


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  • Get Up Artist: 50 Cent Album: Before I Self Destruct Description Not Provided Lyrics (Intro)

    Man I finna do my thang (get up)
    It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up)
    Trust me homie I'm not playin' (get up)

    I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up)
    I came to bring you that California love
    And a little New York hate, it's all of the above
    I'm not playin' I said I'm off the chain
    You n***as better follow instructions, I said (get up)

    (Verse 1)

    I bought two all fours, stunt till I drive
    'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot
    You buy a bottle, I buy the bar
    I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
    When I get into it, I get into it

    Everybody can't do it the way I do it
    I make it rain, till the sun come out
    A n***a playin' we make the guns come out

    Now, my question is who they gon' blame
    When I'm back number one on the Billboard again
    Shit shift now, the game done changed

    Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain
    I guess I made the kids want slang
    And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang
    Nah, it's just music man, it's just music
    Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it

    (Hook)

    I have the South warfare
    I'm the reason everybody hate, I say (get up)
    I make it hot, I make it hot in here

    Your feet hurtin' I really don't care, I said (get up)
    I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
    And get all into the groove, I say (get up)
    I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care
    Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up)

    (Verse 2)

    Yeah lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better
    You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos
    You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive
    See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside

    I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round
    Switch gears till you won't come down
    I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn

    Just how a n***a earn, I got money to burn
    While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me
    It's up and down and up and down gracefully

    Rick James would've said She a Brick House
    But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout
    I find out she like it how I like it, huh

    Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung
    Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good
    She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, n***a what up

    (Hook)

    I have the South warfare
    I'm the reason everybody hate, I say (get up)
    I make it hot, I make it hot in here

    Your feet hurtin I really don't care, I said (get up)
    I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
    And get all into the groove, I say (get up)
    I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care
    Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up)

    (Outro)

    And get into it
    You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say (get up)
    And get into it
    We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up)

    Aftermath
    Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up)

    Aftermath
    Still Shady Aftermath


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  • Hate It Or Love It Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Documentary Description Not Provided Lyrics Intro

    Yeah, let's take 'em back
    Uh huh

    Verse 1 - 50 Cent

    Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
    Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
    Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
    My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
    I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
    For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes
    Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
    If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
    Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
    Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
    Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
    I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

    Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)

    Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
    And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

    Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
    And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

    Verse 2 - The Game

    I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
    First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
    Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
    Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
    At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
    And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
    So n***** better get up outta mine
    Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
    And I'm rap's MVP
    Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
    This n**** ain't Gotti, he pretend
    Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
    And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
    This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
    Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
    Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth

    Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)

    Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
    And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

    Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
    And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    From the beginnin' to end
    Losers lose, winners win
    This is real, we ain't got to pretend
    The cold world that we in
    Is full of pressure and pain
    I thought it would change
    But its stayin' the same

    Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks

    How many of them boys is with ya
    When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
    I'm walkin' with a snub, cause n***** do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
    Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
    My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
    My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat
    Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
    If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score
    And if not, then that'll be me on the floor

    Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)

    Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
    And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

    Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
    And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

    Verse 4 - Tony Yayo

    I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
    I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
    As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
    With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
    Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
    Mama whipped me and when she found my pieces
    I look back on life and think God I'm blessed
    We the best on the planet so forget the rest

    Verse 5 - Young Buck

    You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
    Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
    I handle mine just like a real n**** should
    If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
    Let me show what a thug that born to die
    I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
    And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
    A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check b****

    Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)

    Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
    And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

    Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
    And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me


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  • How To Rob (Featuring: Madd Rapper) Artist: 50 Cent Album: Tell Em Why U Madd [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics (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 n***** that wanna 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 n**** I'm straight from the street
    These industry n***** 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 b****
    And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
    When I apply pressure,son it ain't even funny
    I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
    Brian McKnight, I can get that n**** anytime
    Have Keith sweatin starin' down the barrel from my nine
    Since these Harlem World n***** 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 Mariah like "B**** get on the ground"
    You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you 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 n**** weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?

    (Madd Rapper)

    Chorus) 2x

    This ain't 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 n****

    (50 Cents)

    I'll 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., F*** 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 shit and leave
    Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
    Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
    I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
    Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin' them up
    N**** get capped coroners pickin em up
    Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga n**** I saw 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 n***** until I'm livid
    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 I'm bout to stick Mister C
    That n**** 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 n**** or a regular n****
    It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
    50 Cents ain't f***** around
    Track Masters ain't f***** around
    Crazy Cat ain't f***** around
    The Madd Rapper ain't f***** 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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  • In Da Club Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics [50 Cent]
    Go, go, go, go
    Go, go, go shawty
    It's your birthday
    We gon' party like it's yo birthday
    We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
    And you know we don't give a fuck
    It's not your birthday!

    [Chorus] (2x)
    You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
    Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
    I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
    So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

    [Verse]
    When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
    When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
    Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
    When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
    But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
    I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
    If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
    Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp
    In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
    They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
    But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
    And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
    I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
    I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
    Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
    Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

    [Chorus] (2x)

    [Bridge]
    My flow, my show brought me the doe
    That bought me all my fancy things
    My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
    Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change

    [Verse]
    And you should love it, way more then you hate it
    Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
    I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
    You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
    When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
    I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
    If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
    If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
    I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
    If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
    Watch the money pile up
    Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
    You know where we fucking be

    [Chorus] (2x)

    [Talking]
    (laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
    In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
    G-Unit


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  • I Get Money Artist: 50 Cent Album: Curtis Description Not Provided Lyrics (Background)

    (I Get Money)
    (Fifty)

    (Hook 50 Cent)

    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah
    I Run New York
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York

    (Verse 1 50 Cent)

    Until The Quarter Water Sold The Bottles For Two Buck
    Coke The Cola Came And Bought It For Billions, What The F***

    Have A Baby Buy Me Baby, Been Millionaire
    I Write The Check Before The Baby Comes, Who The F*** Best

    I'm Stanky Rich, I'm'a Die Tryna Spend This Shit
    Southside Drop In This B****
    Yeah I Smell Like The , I Use To Sell Dope
    I Did Play The Block, Now I Play On Boats
    In The South Of Friends Baby, Sandro Pay
    Get The Tano Imo Ready Black, Rich Ima Ready That
    Gangsta Genegak, Hene Hat Hene That
    Call That O River Rat, Oh F*** The Chiva Chat
    When The Big God Make The Breed, A Barber I Cut Ya Head
    A Marchmen I Spray That Bloot Blat
    Not F*** With The Kid, I Get Benz With Live You Dead

    (Hook 50 Cent)

    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah,
    I Run New York
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York

    (Verse 2 50 Cent)

    You Can Call This My New Shit, But It Ain't New Thou
    I Got Reed Of My Old Bitch, Now I Got New Hoes
    First It Was The Benzo, Now I'm In A Enzo
    Ferrrarriii I'm Sorrry I Keep Blowin' Up
    They Call Me The Cake Man, The Strawberry Sake Man
    I Spray They Are, Make The Whole Clique Break Down
    Spaxen - Men Men Flatline You Dead Now
    Nine Shells Mant You All Get It Crackin'
    I Was Young I Couldn't Do Good, Now I Can't Do Bad,
    I Rive At The New Jack, I Just Bought The New Jack
    Now N**** Why You Mad, Oh You Can't Do That
    I'm So Forgivefull, They Callin' Me Khaki
    I'm Come Around The Jewell, They Callin' Rocky
    It's The Ice On My Neck Man, The Wrist In My Left Hand
    Bling Like Blaoooow, You Like My Style Haaaah Haaahh
    I'm Holla To The Bank Right Now

    (Hook 50 Cent)

    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah,
    I Run New York
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York

    (Bridge 50 Cent)

    When I Talk To Talk, And I Walk The Walk
    Like A Teflon Don Boy I Run New York
    When I Come Out The Car, Yea I Pop The Card
    Yea I Keep It Gangsta, I Have Ya Eye Line The Charge
    (Ah) I Get It

    In The Hood If Ya Ask About Me, They Tell Ya I'm About My Breed

    (Ah) I Get It
    Round The World If Ya Ask About Me, They Tell Yo They Love The Kid

    Hooooooooo Hey I Get It Etc, Etc I Run New York I Get It

    I'm Back On The Streets Mayn, I'm Bringin' The Heat Mayn, I'm All I Grind, Like All The Time
    Tryna Stop My Shine, I Kaaak My Nine, Don't Get Outta Line, I Said Don't Get Outta Line

    (Fade Out) I Get It


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  • I Get Money (Remix) (Featuring: Diddy, Jay-Z) Artist: 50 Cent Album: CURTIS Description Not Provided Lyrics I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

    (Verse 1)

    I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
    Coca-Cola came and bought it
    For billions, what the f**k
    Have a baby by me baby
    Be a millionaire
    I write the check before the baby comes
    Who the f**k cares
    I'm stanky rich
    I'ma die tryna spend this shit
    Southside's up in in this b****
    Yeah I smell like the vault
    I used to sell dope
    I did play the block
    Now I play on boats
    In the south of France
    Baby, St Tropez

    Get a tan I'm already black
    Rich I'm already that
    Gangsta, get a gat
    Hit a head in a hat
    Call that a riddle rap
    Shit, f**k the chitter chat
    I'm the baker, I bake the bread
    The barber, I cut ya head
    The marksman, I spray the lead
    "I blood clot, chop ya leg"
    Do not f**k with the kid
    I get biz wit the cigg
    I come where you live
    Ya dig

    Chorus

    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

    (Ludacris)

    Put the needle on the record
    And the needle in your veins
    If Luda's on the record
    It will never be the same
    Cause Luda makes hits

    And the rapes may claimed
    I got the rates up but
    Ain't a damn thang changed

    Lets get one thang clear
    South's right here
    Still got the Grammy
    For the album of the year
    12 mils sold still flying on
    Over 30million dollars over
    Past three years
    If I gets money money I got
    The first in the hood with
    A Bentley drop tops
    They take ghost tick
    While the market goes tack
    Put the pedal down
    As they say I'm on rocks
    I get that cooperate
    All twin property
    Only game I play
    Real like monopoly properly
    And ain't no need for politics
    Sorry is and sorry does
    Follow me

    Chorus

    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

    Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
    Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
    When I come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
    I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
    I, I get it in the hood if ya ask about me
    They'll tell ya I'm bout my bread
    I, I get it, round the world if ya ask about me
    They'll tell ya they love the kid

    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    Yeah
    Whoa Hey
    I run New York
    Whoa Hey
    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    Yeah, yeah
    Whoa Hey
    I run New York
    Whoa

    I get money, money is got
    I'm back on the streets man
    I get money, money is got
    I'm bringin' the heat man
    I get money, money is got
    I'm on my grind
    Money I got, money is got
    Like all the time
    I get money, money is got
    Tryna stop my shine
    I get money, money is got
    I'll cock my 9
    Don't get outta line
    Money I got, money is got
    I said don't get outta line
    I, I get it
    I, I get it
    Yeah, yeah


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  • Outta Control Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics Intro - 50 Cent

    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I guess you didn't know
    I be back for more
    Everybody's on the floor
    Goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off n**** I said set if off

    Verse 1

    Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
    In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
    Just move it to the music its on
    To the sound of 50 and D-R-E
    Everythings calculated in time percised
    Never move another mill let's get right aight
    Success is my drug of choice I'm high off life
    Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
    Shorty do what you wanna do
    Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
    Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
    Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set if off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off

    Verse 2

    System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
    We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
    Thats what you get, you in my hood
    I thought you understood
    You know me, VIP, no ID
    Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
    B****** break their necks to be where I be
    Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
    I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
    Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
    Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
    And remind you that you rockin' with the realest

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off n**** I said set it off

    Verse 3

    I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
    I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
    Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
    And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
    Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
    Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
    A little dose of it, now I want some more
    No body put that thang on me like that before
    I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
    But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
    If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
    Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set if off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off


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  • Ayo Technology Artist: 50 Cent Album: Curtis Description Not Provided Lyrics Somethin' special
    Unforgetable
    50 Cent (Cent)
    Justin (Tin)
    Timbaland (Land)
    God damn (Damn)

    She she, she want it
    I want to give it to her
    She know that
    It's right here for her
    I wanna see her break it down
    I'm ballin'

    Throwin' money around

    She work it girl
    She work the pole
    She break it down
    She take it low
    She fine as hell
    She about the dough
    She doing her thing out on the floor
    Her money money, she makin' makin'
    Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
    Make you want to touch it
    Make you want to taste it
    Have you lustin' for her
    Goin' crazy face it

    Now don't stop
    Get it, get it
    The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
    Think she double jointed from the way she split it
    Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it
    She's so much more than you're used to
    She know's just how to move to seduce you
    She can do the right thing and touch the right spots
    And dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

    She always ready
    When you want it, she want it
    Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
    On the late night, 'til daylight the club jumpin'
    If you want a good time
    She gonna give you what you want

    Let me talk to you
    Baby this a new age
    You're like my new craze
    Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
    The smokes got the club all hazy Spotlights don't do you justice, baby

    Why don't you come over here

    You got me saying ayo
    I'm tired of using technology
    Why don't you sit down on top of me?
    Ayo

    I'm tired of using technology
    I need you right in front of me

    Oh, she wants it(uh uh)
    She wants it
    Oh, she wants it
    So, I got to give it to her
    Oh, she wants it(uh uh)
    She wants it
    Oh, she wants it
    So, I got to give it to her

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thights
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thights
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Got a thing for that thing she got
    The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
    Make it rain for us so she don't stop
    I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
    In a fantasy, it's plain to see
    Just how it be on me
    Backstrokin', sweat soakin'
    All into my set sheets
    When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
    I'll be in this bitch 'til the club close
    What should I do, one thing on all fours
    Now that that shit should be against the law
    From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
    You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around
    Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
    Girl, you got me thinkin' about all the things I do to you
    Let's get it poppin' shorty
    We can switch positions

    From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

    Let me talk to you
    Baby, this a new age
    You're like my new craze
    Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
    The smokes got the club all hazy
    Spotlights don't do you justice, baby
    Why don't you come over here

    You got me saying ayo
    I'm tired of using technology
    Why don't you sit down on top of me
    Ayo

    I'm tired of using technology
    I need you right in front of me

    Oh, she wants it(uh uh)
    She wants it
    Oh, she wants it
    So, I got to give it to her
    Oh, she wants it(uh uh)
    She wants it
    Oh, she wants it
    So, I got to give it to her

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thighs
    You got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you

    Your hips, your thighs
    Your got me hypnotized
    Let me tell you


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  • Best Friends (Featuring: Olivia) Artist: 50 Cent Album: Best Friend (Single) Description Not Provided Lyrics [Intro]

    Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
    WOO!!!

    [Chorus]

    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend

    [Verse 1]

    First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
    If we get pass the phone games we'll be f*****
    I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
    Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair
    For me a different scenery just mean a different position
    In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
    In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
    I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
    But I'm a different type of n**** that make sure that you know
    Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
    See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
    With your legs way back I see this p**** is mine
    If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
    But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
    When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
    Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly

    [Chorus]

    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend

    [Verse 2]

    While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
    When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
    I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
    Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
    Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
    And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
    There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
    I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
    Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
    If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
    I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
    I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
    'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
    I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
    I get into you, after I take off my clothes
    Girl I been into you, mentally long before

    [Chorus]

    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
    Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
    Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
    Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
    If I was your best friend


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  • Disco Inferno Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics 1, 2, 3, LETS GO
    Little mama show me how you move it,
    Go head-putcha back into it,
    Do your thing like there ain't nothin to it,
    Shake...shh..shh..shake that ass girl (x2)

    [Verse 1]
    Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.
    Tha flow sounds sick over Dre' drums n****,
    I ain't stupid - I see Doc then ma dope come quicker.
    Whoa!
    Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that a** girl.
    I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here.
    Oooohh.
    I'm so gutta, so ghetto, so hood.
    So gully, so grimey, what's good?
    Outside the benz on Dubs,
    I'm in the club wit the snubs
    Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'.
    Uuuhhh.

    [Hook x2]

    Little mama
    Show me how you move it,
    Go head-putcha back into it,
    Do your thing like there ain't nothin to it,
    Shake.. ..shh..shh..shake that a** girl.

    [Verse 2]

    Let's party, everybody stand up.
    Everybody put ya hands up.
    Let's party, everybody bounce with me.
    Sip champagne, and burn a little greenery.
    This hot.
    Disco Inferno, let's go.
    You are now rockin with a pro.
    I get told to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.
    Get my drink on then get on the dance floor.
    Look homie I don't dance all I do is this.
    It's the same 2-step with a lil' twist.
    Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.
    Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.
    You mix a lil' green with a little Don Perignon.
    And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on.
    Hollerin' at this b**** in da club tryin' to get right,
    We gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.

    [Hook x2]

    Lil' mama show me how you move it,
    Go head- putcha back into it,
    Do ya thing like there ain't nothin to it,
    Shake...shh..shh..shake that a** girl.

    [Verse 3]

    You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds cos I stay grindin'.
    Uh-huh.
    Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe switchin lanes.[Ha Ha]
    U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah.
    N**** I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain.
    G-Unit!
    Next level now, turn it up a notch.
    Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
    Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco.
    Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!

    [Hook x2]

    Lil' mama show me how you move it,
    Go head-putcha back into it,
    Do ya thing like there ain't nothin to it,
    Shake...Shake..shh..shh..shake that a** girl.


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  • Get Up Artist: 50 Cent Album: Before I Self Destruct Description Not Provided Lyrics (Intro)

    Man I finna do my thang (get up)
    It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne (get up)
    Trust me homie I'm not playin' (get up)

    I have the dance floor off the chain, I said (get up)
    I came to bring you that California love
    And a little New York hate, it's all of the above
    I'm not playin' I said I'm off the chain
    You n***as better follow instructions, I said (get up)

    (Verse 1)

    I bought two all fours, stunt till I drive
    'Em off the showroom floor, not the used car lot
    You buy a bottle, I buy the bar
    I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras
    When I get into it, I get into it

    Everybody can't do it the way I do it
    I make it rain, till the sun come out
    A n***a playin' we make the guns come out

    Now, my question is who they gon' blame
    When I'm back number one on the Billboard again
    Shit shift now, the game done changed

    Since Mike made Thriller and Prince made Purple Rain
    I guess I made the kids want slang
    And N.W.A. made the West Coast bang
    Nah, it's just music man, it's just music
    Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it

    (Hook)

    I have the South warfare
    I'm the reason everybody hate, I say (get up)
    I make it hot, I make it hot in here

    Your feet hurtin' I really don't care, I said (get up)
    I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
    And get all into the groove, I say (get up)
    I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care
    Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up)

    (Verse 2)

    Yeah lady, you look good, I wanna get to know you better
    You look good in them jeans and them red stilettos
    You got a Bentley Coupe booty baby, I wanna drive
    See it'll tell you what your mileage is when I'm inside

    I wanna take you for a spin, you know, round and round
    Switch gears till you won't come down
    I take you to the point of no return, if you listen you learn

    Just how a n***a earn, I got money to burn
    While they can't get a place, she drop the bomb on me
    It's up and down and up and down gracefully

    Rick James would've said She a Brick House
    But Fifty you should go home and see what that bitch bout
    I find out she like it how I like it, huh

    Back it up, get ya some, I know how to get ya sprung
    Tune ya up and use the tongue, under the hood is so good
    She said it so good, goddamn I'm so hood, n***a what up

    (Hook)

    I have the South warfare
    I'm the reason everybody hate, I say (get up)
    I make it hot, I make it hot in here

    Your feet hurtin I really don't care, I said (get up)
    I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
    And get all into the groove, I say (get up)
    I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care
    Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said (get up)

    (Outro)

    And get into it
    You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say (get up)
    And get into it
    We gon' show you just how we do it, I said (get up)

    Aftermath
    Still Shady Aftermath, I said (get up)

    Aftermath
    Still Shady Aftermath


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  • Hate It Or Love It Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Documentary Description Not Provided Lyrics Intro

    Yeah, let's take 'em back
    Uh huh

    Verse 1 - 50 Cent

    Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
    Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
    Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
    My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
    I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
    For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes
    Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
    If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
    Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
    Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
    Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
    I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

    Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)

    Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
    And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

    Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
    And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

    Verse 2 - The Game

    I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
    First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
    Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
    Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
    At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
    And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
    So n***** better get up outta mine
    Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
    And I'm rap's MVP
    Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
    This n**** ain't Gotti, he pretend
    Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
    And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
    This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
    Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
    Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth

    Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)

    Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
    And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

    Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
    And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    From the beginnin' to end
    Losers lose, winners win
    This is real, we ain't got to pretend
    The cold world that we in
    Is full of pressure and pain
    I thought it would change
    But its stayin' the same

    Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks

    How many of them boys is with ya
    When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
    I'm walkin' with a snub, cause n***** do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
    Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
    My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
    My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat
    Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
    If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score
    And if not, then that'll be me on the floor

    Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)

    Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
    And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

    Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
    And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

    Verse 4 - Tony Yayo

    I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
    I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
    As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
    With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
    Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
    Mama whipped me and when she found my pieces
    I look back on life and think God I'm blessed
    We the best on the planet so forget the rest

    Verse 5 - Young Buck

    You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
    Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
    I handle mine just like a real n**** should
    If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
    Let me show what a thug that born to die
    I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
    And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
    A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check b****

    Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)

    Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
    And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

    Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
    And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me


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  • How To Rob (Featuring: Madd Rapper) Artist: 50 Cent Album: Tell Em Why U Madd [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics (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 n***** that wanna 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 n**** I'm straight from the street
    These industry n***** 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 b****
    And I'll wake up early and bounce with all your shit
    When I apply pressure,son it ain't even funny
    I'm about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
    Brian McKnight, I can get that n**** anytime
    Have Keith sweatin starin' down the barrel from my nine
    Since these Harlem World n***** 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 Mariah like "B**** get on the ground"
    You ain't with Tommy no more who gonna protect you 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 n**** weigh 400 pounds, how he gon catch me son?

    (Madd Rapper)

    Chorus) 2x

    This ain't 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 n****

    (50 Cents)

    I'll 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., F*** 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 shit and leave
    Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
    Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
    I'll beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
    Cannibus wanna battle while I'm stickin' them up
    N**** get capped coroners pickin em up
    Heavy tried to hide his shit, nigga n**** I saw 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 n***** until I'm livid
    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 I'm bout to stick Mister C
    That n**** 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 n**** or a regular n****
    It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it
    50 Cents ain't f***** around
    Track Masters ain't f***** around
    Crazy Cat ain't f***** around
    The Madd Rapper ain't f***** 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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  • In Da Club Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics [50 Cent]
    Go, go, go, go
    Go, go, go shawty
    It's your birthday
    We gon' party like it's yo birthday
    We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
    And you know we don't give a fuck
    It's not your birthday!

    [Chorus] (2x)
    You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
    Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
    I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
    So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

    [Verse]
    When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
    When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
    Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
    When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
    But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
    I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
    If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
    Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp
    In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
    They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
    But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
    And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
    I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
    I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
    Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
    Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

    [Chorus] (2x)

    [Bridge]
    My flow, my show brought me the doe
    That bought me all my fancy things
    My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
    Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change

    [Verse]
    And you should love it, way more then you hate it
    Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
    I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
    You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
    When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
    I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
    If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
    If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
    I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
    If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
    Watch the money pile up
    Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
    You know where we fucking be

    [Chorus] (2x)

    [Talking]
    (laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
    In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
    G-Unit


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  • I Get Money Artist: 50 Cent Album: Curtis Description Not Provided Lyrics (Background)

    (I Get Money)
    (Fifty)

    (Hook 50 Cent)

    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah
    I Run New York
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York

    (Verse 1 50 Cent)

    Until The Quarter Water Sold The Bottles For Two Buck
    Coke The Cola Came And Bought It For Billions, What The F***

    Have A Baby Buy Me Baby, Been Millionaire
    I Write The Check Before The Baby Comes, Who The F*** Best

    I'm Stanky Rich, I'm'a Die Tryna Spend This Shit
    Southside Drop In This B****
    Yeah I Smell Like The , I Use To Sell Dope
    I Did Play The Block, Now I Play On Boats
    In The South Of Friends Baby, Sandro Pay
    Get The Tano Imo Ready Black, Rich Ima Ready That
    Gangsta Genegak, Hene Hat Hene That
    Call That O River Rat, Oh F*** The Chiva Chat
    When The Big God Make The Breed, A Barber I Cut Ya Head
    A Marchmen I Spray That Bloot Blat
    Not F*** With The Kid, I Get Benz With Live You Dead

    (Hook 50 Cent)

    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah,
    I Run New York
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York

    (Verse 2 50 Cent)

    You Can Call This My New Shit, But It Ain't New Thou
    I Got Reed Of My Old Bitch, Now I Got New Hoes
    First It Was The Benzo, Now I'm In A Enzo
    Ferrrarriii I'm Sorrry I Keep Blowin' Up
    They Call Me The Cake Man, The Strawberry Sake Man
    I Spray They Are, Make The Whole Clique Break Down
    Spaxen - Men Men Flatline You Dead Now
    Nine Shells Mant You All Get It Crackin'
    I Was Young I Couldn't Do Good, Now I Can't Do Bad,
    I Rive At The New Jack, I Just Bought The New Jack
    Now N**** Why You Mad, Oh You Can't Do That
    I'm So Forgivefull, They Callin' Me Khaki
    I'm Come Around The Jewell, They Callin' Rocky
    It's The Ice On My Neck Man, The Wrist In My Left Hand
    Bling Like Blaoooow, You Like My Style Haaaah Haaahh
    I'm Holla To The Bank Right Now

    (Hook 50 Cent)

    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah,
    I Run New York
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    (Ah) I Get It
    Yeah, Yeee, I Run New York

    (Bridge 50 Cent)

    When I Talk To Talk, And I Walk The Walk
    Like A Teflon Don Boy I Run New York
    When I Come Out The Car, Yea I Pop The Card
    Yea I Keep It Gangsta, I Have Ya Eye Line The Charge
    (Ah) I Get It

    In The Hood If Ya Ask About Me, They Tell Ya I'm About My Breed

    (Ah) I Get It
    Round The World If Ya Ask About Me, They Tell Yo They Love The Kid

    Hooooooooo Hey I Get It Etc, Etc I Run New York I Get It

    I'm Back On The Streets Mayn, I'm Bringin' The Heat Mayn, I'm All I Grind, Like All The Time
    Tryna Stop My Shine, I Kaaak My Nine, Don't Get Outta Line, I Said Don't Get Outta Line

    (Fade Out) I Get It


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  • I Get Money (Remix) (Featuring: Diddy, Jay-Z) Artist: 50 Cent Album: CURTIS Description Not Provided Lyrics I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

    (Verse 1)

    I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks
    Coca-Cola came and bought it
    For billions, what the f**k
    Have a baby by me baby
    Be a millionaire
    I write the check before the baby comes
    Who the f**k cares
    I'm stanky rich
    I'ma die tryna spend this shit
    Southside's up in in this b****
    Yeah I smell like the vault
    I used to sell dope
    I did play the block
    Now I play on boats
    In the south of France
    Baby, St Tropez

    Get a tan I'm already black
    Rich I'm already that
    Gangsta, get a gat
    Hit a head in a hat
    Call that a riddle rap
    Shit, f**k the chitter chat
    I'm the baker, I bake the bread
    The barber, I cut ya head
    The marksman, I spray the lead
    "I blood clot, chop ya leg"
    Do not f**k with the kid
    I get biz wit the cigg
    I come where you live
    Ya dig

    Chorus

    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

    (Ludacris)

    Put the needle on the record
    And the needle in your veins
    If Luda's on the record
    It will never be the same
    Cause Luda makes hits

    And the rapes may claimed
    I got the rates up but
    Ain't a damn thang changed

    Lets get one thang clear
    South's right here
    Still got the Grammy
    For the album of the year
    12 mils sold still flying on
    Over 30million dollars over
    Past three years
    If I gets money money I got
    The first in the hood with
    A Bentley drop tops
    They take ghost tick
    While the market goes tack
    Put the pedal down
    As they say I'm on rocks
    I get that cooperate
    All twin property
    Only game I play
    Real like monopoly properly
    And ain't no need for politics
    Sorry is and sorry does
    Follow me

    Chorus

    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (I, I get it)
    I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
    Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

    Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
    Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
    When I come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
    I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
    I, I get it in the hood if ya ask about me
    They'll tell ya I'm bout my bread
    I, I get it, round the world if ya ask about me
    They'll tell ya they love the kid

    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    Yeah
    Whoa Hey
    I run New York
    Whoa Hey
    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    I, I get it
    Whoa Hey
    Yeah, yeah
    Whoa Hey
    I run New York
    Whoa

    I get money, money is got
    I'm back on the streets man
    I get money, money is got
    I'm bringin' the heat man
    I get money, money is got
    I'm on my grind
    Money I got, money is got
    Like all the time
    I get money, money is got
    Tryna stop my shine
    I get money, money is got
    I'll cock my 9
    Don't get outta line
    Money I got, money is got
    I said don't get outta line
    I, I get it
    I, I get it
    Yeah, yeah


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  • Outta Control Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics Intro - 50 Cent

    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I guess you didn't know
    I be back for more
    Everybody's on the floor
    Goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off n**** I said set if off

    Verse 1

    Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
    In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
    Just move it to the music its on
    To the sound of 50 and D-R-E
    Everythings calculated in time percised
    Never move another mill let's get right aight
    Success is my drug of choice I'm high off life
    Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
    Shorty do what you wanna do
    Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
    Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
    Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set if off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off

    Verse 2

    System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
    We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
    Thats what you get, you in my hood
    I thought you understood
    You know me, VIP, no ID
    Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
    B****** break their necks to be where I be
    Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
    I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
    Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
    Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
    And remind you that you rockin' with the realest

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off n**** I said set it off

    Verse 3

    I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
    I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
    Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
    And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
    Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
    Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
    A little dose of it, now I want some more
    No body put that thang on me like that before
    I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
    But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
    If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
    Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

    Chorus - 50 Cent

    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    Bridge - 50 Cent

    Set if off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off


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