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  • Stright To the Bank Artist: 50 Cent Album: Thr33 Ringz Description Not Provided Lyrics I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

    (Intro)

    Yeah When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies
    When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
    Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
    Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
    Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
    Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

    (Verse 1)

    I'm in my Lambo maggot, my 44 faggot
    Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget
    See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
    My teflon arm brought my government issues
    I'll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues
    Your wife on the futon huggin' that skitzo
    Homey you a b**** you got feminine ways
    Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
    I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's
    And got more whips than a runaway slave
    Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
    When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
    When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
    When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
    I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
    Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy man

    Chorus

    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin'

    (Verse 2)

    I see nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
    I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
    Got it off the street movin' bundles and loads
    Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
    Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
    No more platinum I'm wearin' gold
    I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
    That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
    Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto'
    Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo'
    Stashbox by the dashbox incase they want war
    Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
    I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure

    I'm like the coolest motherf**ker around the globe boy
    I set the club on fire I told ya
    I'm the general salute me soldier

    Chorus

    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin'

    (Outro)

    Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
    I wanna see you, break it down
    Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
    It's like a bank job I'm rentin' them out
    Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
    Now work it out now, work it out, work it out


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  • Just a Lil Bit Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics [Intro]
    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath
    G-Unit

    [Verse 1]

    Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
    A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
    Get it crackin in the club when you hear this shit
    Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back
    Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
    Let me see it go up and down
    Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
    Can you make it go round and round
    I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
    G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
    Yeah I'm young, but a n**** from the old school
    On the dance floor, a n**** doin old moves
    I don't give a fuck, I do what I wanna do
    I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
    Better listen, when I talk, n**** don't trip
    Yo heat in the car, mines in this b****
    I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
    Got my diamonds, my fited, and my mink on
    I'ma kick it at the bar till it's time to go
    Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

    [Chorus]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit

    [Verse 2]

    This is 50, comin out your stereos
    Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
    Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro
    Pockets on swoll cause I move the Os
    My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
    Come get ya b****, she on me dawg
    She musta heard about the dough
    Now captain come on and save a h**
    I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
    Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
    When the kid in the house, I turn it out
    Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
    And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
    She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
    I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
    System thumpin, party jumpin, I said loud and clear

    [Chorus]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit

    [Bridge]

    Baby you got me feelin right (ya heard me)
    My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
    I ain't playin, I'ma tryna f*** tonight (ya heard me)
    Clothes off, face down, a** up, cmon

    [Chorus x2]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit


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  • Many Men Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin Description Not Provided Lyrics [Lloyd Banks]

    Man we gotta go get something to eat man
    I'm hungry as a motherfucker

    [50 Cent]

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

    [Lloyd Banks]

    50, calm down, here he come

    [9 Shots]

    [Banks and 50]

    Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

    [50 Cent]

    Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

    [Intro: 50 Cent - singing]

    Many men, wish death upon me
    Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
    I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
    And niggaz trying to take my life away
    I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
    My back on the wall, now you gon' see
    Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
    Cause I'll come and take your life away

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me

    [Verse One]

    Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
    Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
    I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
    I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
    When I rhyme, something special happen every time
    I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
    I walk the block with the bundles
    I've been knocked on the humble
    Swing the ox when I rumble
    Show your ass what my gun do
    Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
    Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
    I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
    Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

    [Chorus - singing]

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me

    [Verse Two]

    Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
    Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
    Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
    It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
    This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
    For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
    I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
    Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
    I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
    Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
    Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
    I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three]

    Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
    I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
    In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
    Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
    The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
    I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
    I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
    Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
    In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
    Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
    Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
    'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

    [Chorus]


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  • P.I.M.P. Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Chorus

    I don't know what you heard about me
    But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
    No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
    That I'm a motherf****** P-I-M-P
    (Repeat)

    Verse 1

    Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
    She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
    That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
    She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
    I spit a little G man, and my game got her
    A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
    Them trick n***** in her ear saying they think about her
    I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
    She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
    She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
    I ain't that n**** trying to holla cause I want some head
    I'm that n**** trying to holla cause I want some bread
    I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
    B**** hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
    Look baby this is simple, you can't see
    You f****** with me, you f****** with a P-I-M-P

    Chorus

    Verse 2

    I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
    If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
    Head full of hair, b**** I'm a P-I-M-P
    Come get money with me, if you curious to see
    How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
    Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
    From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
    We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
    We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
    If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
    I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
    If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
    That other n**** you be with ain't bout shit
    I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, b****

    Chorus

    Verse 3

    I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
    I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
    I holla at a hoe til I got a b**** confused
    She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
    I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
    Man this h** you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
    Man, b****** come and go, every n**** pimpin' know
    You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
    Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
    Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
    Now Nik my bottom b****, she always come up with my bread
    The last n**** she was with put stitches in her head
    Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a b****
    Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
    H** make a pimp rich, I ain't paying b****
    Catch a date, suck a d***, shiiit, trick

    Chorus


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  • Wanksta Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rick or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Whooo
    Yeah
    It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
    Break it down
    I got a lot of living to do before I die
    And I ain't got time to waste
    Let's make it

    You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
    We say you a Wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
    You ain't a friend of mine,
    You ain't no kin of mine,
    What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine
    We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
    So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
    Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
    A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
    I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
    I'm f****** with they mind
    I make them press rewind
    They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
    Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
    I send you my line, I did a three to nine
    If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

    Chorus times 2

    You say you a gangsta
    But you neva pop nothin'
    We say you a wanksta
    And you need to stop frontin'
    You go to the dealership
    But you never cop nothin'
    You been hustlin' a long time
    And you ain't got nothin'

    Damn homie, in highschool you was the man, homie
    What the f*** happened you?
    I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
    Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berretta
    Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
    I'm livin once then deada, I know I can do betta'
    She look good but I know she after my chedda
    She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
    Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
    We're in the club doing the same old two step
    Gorilla Unit cuz they say we bugged out
    Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

    Chorus times 2

    Me I'm no mobsta', me I'm no gangsta'
    Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
    Me I'm no wanksta', me I'm no acta'
    But it's me you see on your TV
    Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
    I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
    By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
    If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
    N***** sayin' they gonna murder 50, how?
    We ridin' round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
    What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
    Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and
    IF beams, huh

    Chorus times 2

    A-ha
    Damn homie


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  • What Up Gangsta Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics G-Unit (bo)

    We in here (bo)
    We can get the drama popping
    We don't care (bo,bo,bo)
    It's going down (bo)
    'Cause I'm around (bo)
    50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

    Chorus: repeat 2x

    What up, blood? (What)
    What up, Cuz? (What)
    What up, blood? (What)
    What up, Gangstaaa?

    Verse 1

    They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
    Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
    I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
    But I'll hunt or duck a n**** down like it's sport
    Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or buck ya
    You getting money? I can't get none with ya then fuck ya
    I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
    I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
    Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
    I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
    Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
    D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
    This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
    Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
    I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
    Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

    Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)

    (Bridge)

    We don't play that
    We don't play that
    We don't play that (G-Unit)
    We don't play around

    Verse 2

    I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
    When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
    When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
    In December I'll make your block feel like summer
    The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
    Every chick I f*** with is a dime
    I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
    Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
    Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
    I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
    Industry h*** f*** us, in the hood they love us
    Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

    Chorus (2x)

    (Bridge 4x)


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  • Wobble Wobble Artist: 504 Boyz Album: Goodfellas Description Not Provided Lyrics Yo', this Jay-tweezie keeping it live for the heezie
    For cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it
    This here is to played loud as possible
    Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs
    Grab your shorty and let's go

    Hook

    Now won't you wobble wobble
    Let me see you shake it, shake it
    Now won't you drop it, drop it
    Ohh, take it, take it (2x)

    (Mac)
    You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch
    And I know you've heard of me,
    Cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny
    You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song
    I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh
    You got me fucked up
    I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto
    Like your daddy full of that bottle
    Like your brother when he caught them hollows
    Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches
    Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret
    They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique
    That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up
    We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada
    Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look

    Hook

    (Master P/Nino Brown)
    Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up
    You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up)
    Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny
    So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning
    I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game
    Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change

    Hook

    (Magic, Silkk/Vito)
    I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang
    Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here
    Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere
    The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare
    Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl"
    Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl
    Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby
    Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it
    Let's bump and grind, girl you did that
    The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that
    I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard
    Ohh my God, got me hoppidy, hoppidy, hop, hopping like a dog, woof

    Hook

    (Mystikal/G-Money)
    Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up
    I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me
    And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass
    Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass

    (Krazy)
    I'll be there for you baby, just beep me
    Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male
    I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot
    What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you

    (C-Murder)
    Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it
    You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked
    You lick your lips it makes me hard
    Daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin'
    You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening
    Ya' heard me

    Hook

    We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz


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  • Never My Love Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Never My Love - The 5th Dimension Description Not Provided Lyrics You asked me if
    There'll come a time when I grow tired of you.
    Never my love,
    Never my love.

    You wonder if
    This heart of mine will lose it's desire for you.
    Never my love (never my love),
    Never my love.

    What makes you think love will end,
    When you know that my whole life depends
    On you.

    (Never my love.)
    (Never my love.)

    You say you fear
    I'll change my mind and I won't require your youth.
    Never my love,
    No, never, never my love.

    Now how can you think love will end,
    When I've asked you to spend your whole life
    With me (with me).

    (Never my love.) 5x

    I'll leave you never my love.
    Oh, believe me, baby.
    I want you forever and ever my love.
    I want to be...


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  • Save the Country Artist: 5th Dimension Album: From Nothin' to Somethin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Come on, people
    Come on, children
    Come on down to
    The glory river

    Gonna wash you up
    And wash you down
    Gonna lay the devil down
    Gonna lay that devil down

    Come on, people
    Come on, children
    There's a king
    At the glory river

    And the precious king
    He loved the people to sing
    Babes in the blinking sun
    Sang We Shall Overcome

    I got fury in my soul
    Fury's gonna take me
    To the glory goal
    In my mind I can't
    Study war no more

    Save the people
    Save the children
    Save the country
    Save the country

    Come on, people
    Come on, children
    Come on down to
    The glory river

    Gonna wash you up
    And wash you down
    Gonna lay the devil down
    Gonna lay that devil down

    Come on, people
    Sons and mothers
    Keep the dream of
    The two young brothers

    Take that dream
    And ride that dove
    We could build the dream
    With love, I know
    We could build the dream
    With love, I know

    We could build the dream
    With love, I know
    We could build the dream
    With love, I know
    We could build the dream
    With love, I know
    We could build the
    Dream with love

    I got fury in my soul
    Fury's gonna take me
    To the glory goal
    In my mind I can't
    Study war no more

    Save the people
    Save the children
    Save the country
    Save the country
    Save the country now


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  • Aquarius/Let the Shine In Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Face Off Description Not Provided Lyrics When the moon is in the Seventh House
    And Jupiter aligns with Mars
    Then peace will guide the planets
    And love will steer the stars
    This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
    Age of Aquarius
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!

    Harmony and understanding
    Sympathy and trust abounding
    No more falsehoods or derisions
    Golden living dreams of visions
    Mystic crystal revelation
    And the mind's true liberation
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!

    When the moon is in the Seventh House
    And Jupiter aligns with Mars
    Then peace will guide the planets
    And love will steer the stars
    This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
    Age of Aquarius
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!

    (Instrumental and tempo shift)

    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in

    (Continue to end with concurrent scat)

    Oh, let it shine, c'mon
    Now everybody just sing along
    Let the sun shine in
    Open up your heart and let it shine on in
    When you are lonely, let it shine on
    Got to open up your heart and let it shine on in
    And when you feel like you've been mistreated
    And your friends turn away
    Just open your heart, and shine it on in

    (Fade)


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  • Stright To the Bank Artist: 50 Cent Album: Thr33 Ringz Description Not Provided Lyrics I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this

    (Intro)

    Yeah When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies
    When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
    Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
    Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
    Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
    Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

    (Verse 1)

    I'm in my Lambo maggot, my 44 faggot
    Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget
    See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
    My teflon arm brought my government issues
    I'll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues
    Your wife on the futon huggin' that skitzo
    Homey you a b**** you got feminine ways
    Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
    I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's
    And got more whips than a runaway slave
    Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
    When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
    When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
    When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
    I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
    Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy man

    Chorus

    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin'

    (Verse 2)

    I see nothin' but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
    I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
    Got it off the street movin' bundles and loads
    Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
    Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
    No more platinum I'm wearin' gold
    I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
    That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
    Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto'
    Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo'
    Stashbox by the dashbox incase they want war
    Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
    I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure

    I'm like the coolest motherf**ker around the globe boy
    I set the club on fire I told ya
    I'm the general salute me soldier

    Chorus

    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin' straight to the bank with this
    (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughin'

    (Outro)

    Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
    I wanna see you, break it down
    Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
    It's like a bank job I'm rentin' them out
    Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
    Now work it out now, work it out, work it out


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  • Just a Lil Bit Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Massacre Description Not Provided Lyrics [Intro]
    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath
    G-Unit

    [Verse 1]

    Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
    A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
    Get it crackin in the club when you hear this shit
    Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back
    Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
    Let me see it go up and down
    Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
    Can you make it go round and round
    I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
    G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
    Yeah I'm young, but a n**** from the old school
    On the dance floor, a n**** doin old moves
    I don't give a fuck, I do what I wanna do
    I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
    Better listen, when I talk, n**** don't trip
    Yo heat in the car, mines in this b****
    I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
    Got my diamonds, my fited, and my mink on
    I'ma kick it at the bar till it's time to go
    Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know

    [Chorus]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit

    [Verse 2]

    This is 50, comin out your stereos
    Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
    Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro
    Pockets on swoll cause I move the Os
    My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
    Come get ya b****, she on me dawg
    She musta heard about the dough
    Now captain come on and save a h**
    I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
    Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
    When the kid in the house, I turn it out
    Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
    And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
    She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
    I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
    System thumpin, party jumpin, I said loud and clear

    [Chorus]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit

    [Bridge]

    Baby you got me feelin right (ya heard me)
    My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
    I ain't playin, I'ma tryna f*** tonight (ya heard me)
    Clothes off, face down, a** up, cmon

    [Chorus x2]

    All a n**** really need is a lil bit
    Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
    We can head to the crib in a lil bit
    I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
    I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
    Take em off and pull em down a lil bit
    Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
    Get to lickin and -- a lil bit


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  • Many Men Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin Description Not Provided Lyrics [Lloyd Banks]

    Man we gotta go get something to eat man
    I'm hungry as a motherfucker

    [50 Cent]

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

    [Lloyd Banks]

    50, calm down, here he come

    [9 Shots]

    [Banks and 50]

    Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

    [50 Cent]

    Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

    [Intro: 50 Cent - singing]

    Many men, wish death upon me
    Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
    I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
    And niggaz trying to take my life away
    I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
    My back on the wall, now you gon' see
    Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
    Cause I'll come and take your life away

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me

    [Verse One]

    Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
    Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
    I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
    I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
    When I rhyme, something special happen every time
    I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
    I walk the block with the bundles
    I've been knocked on the humble
    Swing the ox when I rumble
    Show your ass what my gun do
    Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
    Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
    I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
    Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

    [Chorus - singing]

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death 'pon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me

    [Verse Two]

    Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
    Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
    Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
    It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
    This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
    For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
    I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
    Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
    I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
    Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
    Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
    I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three]

    Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
    I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
    In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
    Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
    The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
    I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
    I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
    Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
    In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
    Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
    Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
    'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

    [Chorus]


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  • P.I.M.P. Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Chorus

    I don't know what you heard about me
    But a b**** can't get a dollar out of me
    No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
    That I'm a motherf****** P-I-M-P
    (Repeat)

    Verse 1

    Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
    She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
    That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
    She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
    I spit a little G man, and my game got her
    A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
    Them trick n***** in her ear saying they think about her
    I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
    She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
    She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
    I ain't that n**** trying to holla cause I want some head
    I'm that n**** trying to holla cause I want some bread
    I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
    B**** hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
    Look baby this is simple, you can't see
    You f****** with me, you f****** with a P-I-M-P

    Chorus

    Verse 2

    I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
    If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
    Head full of hair, b**** I'm a P-I-M-P
    Come get money with me, if you curious to see
    How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
    Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
    From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
    Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
    We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
    We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
    If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
    I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
    If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
    That other n**** you be with ain't bout shit
    I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, b****

    Chorus

    Verse 3

    I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
    I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
    I holla at a hoe til I got a b**** confused
    She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
    I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
    Man this h** you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
    Man, b****** come and go, every n**** pimpin' know
    You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
    Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
    Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
    Now Nik my bottom b****, she always come up with my bread
    The last n**** she was with put stitches in her head
    Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a b****
    Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
    H** make a pimp rich, I ain't paying b****
    Catch a date, suck a d***, shiiit, trick

    Chorus


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  • Wanksta Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rick or Die Tryin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Whooo
    Yeah
    It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
    Break it down
    I got a lot of living to do before I die
    And I ain't got time to waste
    Let's make it

    You say you a gangsta but you never pop nothin'
    We say you a Wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
    You ain't a friend of mine,
    You ain't no kin of mine,
    What makes you think that I won't run up on you with the nine
    We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
    So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
    Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine
    A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
    I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
    I'm f****** with they mind
    I make them press rewind
    They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
    Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
    I send you my line, I did a three to nine
    If d's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

    Chorus times 2

    You say you a gangsta
    But you neva pop nothin'
    We say you a wanksta
    And you need to stop frontin'
    You go to the dealership
    But you never cop nothin'
    You been hustlin' a long time
    And you ain't got nothin'

    Damn homie, in highschool you was the man, homie
    What the f*** happened you?
    I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
    Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berretta
    Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
    I'm livin once then deada, I know I can do betta'
    She look good but I know she after my chedda
    She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
    Be easy, start some bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
    We're in the club doing the same old two step
    Gorilla Unit cuz they say we bugged out
    Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

    Chorus times 2

    Me I'm no mobsta', me I'm no gangsta'
    Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me
    Me I'm no wanksta', me I'm no acta'
    But it's me you see on your TV
    Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
    I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
    By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
    If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
    N***** sayin' they gonna murder 50, how?
    We ridin' round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
    What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
    Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and
    IF beams, huh

    Chorus times 2

    A-ha
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  • What Up Gangsta Artist: 50 Cent Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' [Explicit] Description Not Provided Lyrics G-Unit (bo)

    We in here (bo)
    We can get the drama popping
    We don't care (bo,bo,bo)
    It's going down (bo)
    'Cause I'm around (bo)
    50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

    Chorus: repeat 2x

    What up, blood? (What)
    What up, Cuz? (What)
    What up, blood? (What)
    What up, Gangstaaa?

    Verse 1

    They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
    Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
    I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
    But I'll hunt or duck a n**** down like it's sport
    Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or buck ya
    You getting money? I can't get none with ya then fuck ya
    I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
    I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
    Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
    I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
    Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)
    D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
    This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
    Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
    I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel
    Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

    Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)

    (Bridge)

    We don't play that
    We don't play that
    We don't play that (G-Unit)
    We don't play around

    Verse 2

    I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
    When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
    When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
    In December I'll make your block feel like summer
    The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
    Every chick I f*** with is a dime
    I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
    Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
    Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
    I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
    Industry h*** f*** us, in the hood they love us
    Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

    Chorus (2x)

    (Bridge 4x)


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  • Wobble Wobble Artist: 504 Boyz Album: Goodfellas Description Not Provided Lyrics Yo', this Jay-tweezie keeping it live for the heezie
    For cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it
    This here is to played loud as possible
    Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs
    Grab your shorty and let's go

    Hook

    Now won't you wobble wobble
    Let me see you shake it, shake it
    Now won't you drop it, drop it
    Ohh, take it, take it (2x)

    (Mac)
    You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch
    And I know you've heard of me,
    Cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny
    You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song
    I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh
    You got me fucked up
    I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto
    Like your daddy full of that bottle
    Like your brother when he caught them hollows
    Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches
    Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret
    They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique
    That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up
    We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada
    Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look

    Hook

    (Master P/Nino Brown)
    Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up
    You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up)
    Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny
    So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning
    I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game
    Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change

    Hook

    (Magic, Silkk/Vito)
    I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang
    Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here
    Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere
    The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare
    Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl"
    Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl
    Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby
    Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it
    Let's bump and grind, girl you did that
    The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that
    I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard
    Ohh my God, got me hoppidy, hoppidy, hop, hopping like a dog, woof

    Hook

    (Mystikal/G-Money)
    Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up
    I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me
    And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass
    Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass

    (Krazy)
    I'll be there for you baby, just beep me
    Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male
    I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot
    What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you

    (C-Murder)
    Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it
    You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked
    You lick your lips it makes me hard
    Daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin'
    You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening
    Ya' heard me

    Hook

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  • Never My Love Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Never My Love - The 5th Dimension Description Not Provided Lyrics You asked me if
    There'll come a time when I grow tired of you.
    Never my love,
    Never my love.

    You wonder if
    This heart of mine will lose it's desire for you.
    Never my love (never my love),
    Never my love.

    What makes you think love will end,
    When you know that my whole life depends
    On you.

    (Never my love.)
    (Never my love.)

    You say you fear
    I'll change my mind and I won't require your youth.
    Never my love,
    No, never, never my love.

    Now how can you think love will end,
    When I've asked you to spend your whole life
    With me (with me).

    (Never my love.) 5x

    I'll leave you never my love.
    Oh, believe me, baby.
    I want you forever and ever my love.
    I want to be...


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  • Save the Country Artist: 5th Dimension Album: From Nothin' to Somethin' Description Not Provided Lyrics Come on, people
    Come on, children
    Come on down to
    The glory river

    Gonna wash you up
    And wash you down
    Gonna lay the devil down
    Gonna lay that devil down

    Come on, people
    Come on, children
    There's a king
    At the glory river

    And the precious king
    He loved the people to sing
    Babes in the blinking sun
    Sang We Shall Overcome

    I got fury in my soul
    Fury's gonna take me
    To the glory goal
    In my mind I can't
    Study war no more

    Save the people
    Save the children
    Save the country
    Save the country

    Come on, people
    Come on, children
    Come on down to
    The glory river

    Gonna wash you up
    And wash you down
    Gonna lay the devil down
    Gonna lay that devil down

    Come on, people
    Sons and mothers
    Keep the dream of
    The two young brothers

    Take that dream
    And ride that dove
    We could build the dream
    With love, I know
    We could build the dream
    With love, I know

    We could build the dream
    With love, I know
    We could build the dream
    With love, I know
    We could build the dream
    With love, I know
    We could build the
    Dream with love

    I got fury in my soul
    Fury's gonna take me
    To the glory goal
    In my mind I can't
    Study war no more

    Save the people
    Save the children
    Save the country
    Save the country
    Save the country now


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  • Aquarius/Let the Shine In Artist: 5th Dimension Album: Face Off Description Not Provided Lyrics When the moon is in the Seventh House
    And Jupiter aligns with Mars
    Then peace will guide the planets
    And love will steer the stars
    This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
    Age of Aquarius
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!

    Harmony and understanding
    Sympathy and trust abounding
    No more falsehoods or derisions
    Golden living dreams of visions
    Mystic crystal revelation
    And the mind's true liberation
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!

    When the moon is in the Seventh House
    And Jupiter aligns with Mars
    Then peace will guide the planets
    And love will steer the stars
    This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
    Age of Aquarius
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!
    Aquarius!

    (Instrumental and tempo shift)

    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in
    Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in, the sunshine in

    (Continue to end with concurrent scat)

    Oh, let it shine, c'mon
    Now everybody just sing along
    Let the sun shine in
    Open up your heart and let it shine on in
    When you are lonely, let it shine on
    Got to open up your heart and let it shine on in
    And when you feel like you've been mistreated
    And your friends turn away
    Just open your heart, and shine it on in

    (Fade)


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Wedding Cake: While we must admit that wedding cake is delicious (mmmm, wedding cake, nom nom nom), your cake will also serve as a focal point of the wedding reception. Check out all of our wedding ideas for cake decorations as well as cake alternatives.

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Honeymoon: Project Wedding doesn’t stop with the wedding either. We’ve included hundreds of post-wedding ideas to inspire your perfect honeymoon!