50 Cent Ft. Jeremih - Girls Go Wild Lyrics

50 Cent Ft. Jeremih - Girls Go Wild Lyrics

[Intro]
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em

Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em

[Jeremih]
Don’t do much talking
I just checked ‘em with the date
Got ’bout 3, 4 bad b-tches in the tub waiting for me
My favorite of them go by the name Alice
Said she got a man but she can’t stand it he is a sleeze bro

[50 Cent]
B-tch I am the man I love bubbling shorty
Get get your pants, all over me
Go with your belief

[Jeremih]
Get your tires nasa, careful what you ask
I know they want that (give it to ‘em)
Whatever is on top (give it to ‘em)
I’mma spend a little more change
At the bar til the DJ runs his back

I, give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em

[50 Cent]
If you see that the sh-t doesn’t make them (girls go wild)
My sh-t knock in the club maybe make them (girls go wild)
From the front to the back when they get here (girls go wild)
I got a mack, I like the rocking to my own sh-t (girls go wild)

[Jeremih]
She want me to trick that thing this p-ssy won for me
She see my watch and all about, on top of my new pinky ring
Understand I am out here in these street get out of lunch, trying take mine
I’ll itching with the heat
Girl my swag is illicit, look of all folly friends I blue up a couple Gs
Shorty bad I bet she is a freak
She might bring a friend if she want something to eat

I know they want that (give it to ‘em)
Whatever is on top (give it to ‘em)
I’mma spend a little more change
At the bar til the DJ runs his back

I, give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em
Give it to ‘em

[50 Cent]
If you see that the sh-t doesn’t make them (girls go wild)
My sh-t knock in the club maybe make them (girls go wild)
From the front to the back when they get here (girls go wild)
I got a mack, I like the rocking to my own sh-t (girls go wild)

50 Cent - Wait Till Tonight Lyrics

50 Cent - Wait Till Tonight Lyrics

if you think you’re lonely now
wait until tonight, girl
ah man
if you think you’re lonely now
wait until tonight, girl

[verse 1]
i’m waitin’ on you to come, baby i’m that man
bedroom superhero, naked i’m batman
i kill it then i give ya mouth-to-mouth, cpr
bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life
bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic
have it how you want it, my back shot’s bionic
she givin’ me something i can feel like en vogue

unload then reload, recharge, i’m back on
back at it, fuckin’ up the sprigs in her craftmatic
jack rabbit, addiction, i don’t wanna break that habit
your boy toy man, child it’s cool, you can play with me
city life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me
i wanna share thoughts, let’s talk, go for a walk
fantasies, we can get loose right in the park
bullseye right through her head, to her heart
it’s mental and physical, when you’re gone, i’ll be missin’ you

[hook]
you gon’ get it, you gon’ get it
i got a plan for you (i got it all planned girl)
girl it’s on ’til the ‘mon when you come through (hahaa)
i can’t think of a thing that i won’t do (what you wan’ do?)
when you come and i get my hands on you (wait ’til i get you girl)

[verse 2]
i’m curtis mayfield, marvin, the new bobby womack
2012 freak shit, baby i’m all that
the touchin’ and the teasin’, the pleasure’s the reason
i’m sure she’ll be open from the lickin’ and strokin’
or how i say a line and it stimulates her mind
my sense of humor, i make her smile while passin’ time
it’s sexual, it’s not perverted or obscene

the foreplay we play, until i touch her ’til she cream
cash rules the shortie, she’s something out a dream
half j-lo half jessica biel, she in between
got that island girl swag, she dutty wine
when we get back to the spot, that ass is mine
see how i switch gears, her bra gone it’s on
it’s showtime, it’s my turn to perform
leave the lights on, while i get it, i got it good
she sayin’ she love my show, i’m sayin’ i knew she would

[hook]
you gon’ get it, you gon’ get it
i got a plan for you (i got it all planned girl)
girl it’s on ’til the ‘mon when you come through (haha)
i can’t think of a thing that i won’t do (what you wan’ do?)
when you come and i get my hands on you (wait ’til i get you girl)

50 Cent Ft. Kidd Kidd - Niggas Be Scheming Lyrics

50 Cent Ft. Kidd Kidd - Niggas Be Scheming Lyrics

niggas be scheming .. off the hook
i compliment … how they look
i am about .. in heir dreaming looking like i wish it would
try me
niggas be scheming dreaming
try me
niggas be scheming dreaming

try me
niggas be scheming dreaming
mad niggers won’t do me dirty i am fresh out the tube
you move like a snail you deserve to catch a …

man i wake up hugging my bitch the one ..
to kill not the one that i am with
if you all made .. you know shit real think
i change on the mice i ain’t trying to see them kill
i told them that’s my cut i won’t …
to ..cause when my thought … i ain’t rapping to them
.. these niggas ain’t .. ride us i told my niggas give me … suit it up
i a looking at the nigger laying off .. niggas be scheming
niggas be scheming .. off the hook
i compliment … how they look
i am about .. in heir dreaming looking like i wish it would
try me
niggas be scheming dreaming
try me
niggas be scheming dreaming
try me
niggas be scheming dreaming
it sounds like a nightmare i graduated for fight
.. projects past in the dirt .. make them feel like the vybe
got a … diploma .. when i dump it .. for the first 48
charge for possession i am gonna .. they ain’t got the …fuck that i am gonna set it off
picture me coming through i got to walk around with this shit for months
…my click …

chorus

niggas be scheming .. off the hook
i compliment … how they look
i am about .. in heir dreaming looking like i wish it would
try me
niggas be scheming dreaming
try me
niggas be scheming dreaming
try me
niggas be scheming dreaming

50 Cent Ft. Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns Lyrics

50 Cent Ft. Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns Lyrics

[Hook:]
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
Fuck with me and you will see

[Other Hook:]
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more

[50 Cent, Verse 1]
I go to war to my house
Stop niggas ain’t listening
Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn’s christening
Tell your homie tell his homies
He ‘gon need more homies
Ain’t this a bitch I got an extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck
A dead nigga did scheme on it
The ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on it
I’ll give your ass a permanent nap– sing you a lullabye
I got money to run, so fuck an alibi

[Hook]:

[50 Cent, Verse 2]
Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you fuck nigga
I get the drop I’m on it
Morning or night, I spot-cha I gotcha
Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking ‘who shot-cha’
As the world turns, (?) will be learned
The (?) burns and I ain’t concerned if I ain’t hit
And I ain’t here, so a nigga doesn’t really give a shit
You know who you fucking with
Come through dumber than a clip
Niggas be on the same stupid shit
Till they get hit, ain’t that a bitch?

[Kidd Kidd, Verse 3]
K-I double, shot gun barrel double
I always run a couple and I move ‘em on a double
Racks in the duffel
Mac with the muzzle
Makin’ circles in you, all black like a tunnel
I only know how to hustle
Can’t stay outta trouble
I got a big gun, mutha-fuckers scuffle
Kidd Kidd, will you ever change?
Fuck no, pimps don’t ride a game you already fucking know

[Hook + other Hook]

[Kidd Kidd, Verse 4]
Man these niggas so fake, I call ‘em knock off
Light pringles high pop the top off
You ain’t hot dog
You the fucking Micky Mouse (aw)
I’m on fire like Louisiana hot sauce
Brand new J’s cost a buck fifty nickle
(?)
Been fucking with the pigs, you a guinea nigga
Plus you always baked, you’s a (?) nigga
I wear my gun like its trendy nigga
You pussies ain’t shit, get it little
Uh, see where all that bitching getcha
Right in front of this pistol

[Hook + other hook]

50 Cent - You Took My Heart Lyrics

50 Cent - You Took My Heart Lyrics

“so tonight, i wanna talk to you about the relationship
between money and peace..”
a lot of people say it’s not about money, it’s about peace!
it’s about money…

you took my heart from me

i’ll never be the same
now killing won’t be hard for me
cause i can’t feel a thing

sunday morning, preacher in the pulpit
kissed my nanna, i can’t listen to this bullshit
it’s all good til they ask me for an offering
all we got is pain, so that’s all i can offer him
my mama cold, she put me in this cold world
left me, what i got to protect me?
oh, i got a 9, yeah i got a 9!
and all this ambition, bitch i’m on the grind
sky’s the limit, 2 for 5′s the gimmick
you line something up, i tie something up
they run up out that crib with that money, nigga what
school of hard knocks, i’m ahead of my class
with no hesitation put a hole in your ass
see, no it’s never my fault when i fuck up
i knock your ass out, to wake you the fuck up
brass knuckles and my knife: now tell me wassup

[hook]

i made it to a half a mansion, shit i thought i made it
hood bitches on a nigga, yeah all on a nigga
the d’s his the door with the batter ram
i’m standing by the door that’s broke, tryna flush this shit
? was my nigga started fucking with that record shit
beat me off my money, nigga ran off with my mack 11
i was down, he kicked me when i’m down
when i think about this kid, it fucks my head up right now
you know the same niggas that got me shot killed your brother
and you never did shit about that, motherfucker

50 Cent - Wait ’til Tonight Lyrics

50 Cent - Wait ’til Tonight Lyrics

if you think you’re lonely now
wait until tonight, girl
ah man
if you think you’re lonely now
wait until tonight, girl

[verse 1]
i’m waitin’ on you to come, baby i’m that man
bedroom superhero, naked i’m batman
i kill it then i give ya mouth-to-mouth, cpr
bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life
bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic
have it how you want it, my back shot’s bionic

she givin’ me something i can feel like en vogue
unload then reload, recharge, i’m back on
back at it, fuckin’ up the sprigs in her craftmatic
jack rabbit, addiction, i don’t wanna break that habit
your boy toy man, child it’s cool, you can play with me
city life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me
i wanna share thoughts, let’s talk, go for a walk
fantasies, we can get loose right in the park
bullseye right through her head, to her heart
it’s mental and physical, when you’re gone, i’ll be missin’ you

[hook]
you gon’ get it, you gon’ get it
i got a plan for you (got it all planned girl)
girl it’s on ’til the ‘mon when you come through (haha)
i can’t think of a thing that i won’t do (what you wan’ do?)
when you come and i get my hands on you (wait ’til i get you girl)

[verse 2]
i’m curtis mayfield, marvin, the new bobby womack
2012 freak shit, baby i’m all that
the touchin’ and the teasin’, the pleasure’s the reason
i’m sure she’ll be open from the lickin’ and strokin’
or how i say a line and it stimulates her mind
my sense of humor, i make her smile while passin’ time
it’s sexual, it’s not perverted or obscene

the foreplay we play, until i touch her ’til she cream
cash rules the shortie, she’s something out a dream
half j-lo half jessica biel, she in between
got that island girl swag, she dutty wine
when we get back to the spot, that ass is mine
see how i switch gears, her bra gone it’s on
it’s showtime, it’s my turn to perform
leave the lights on, while i get it, i got it good
she sayin’ she love my show, i’m sayin’ i knew she would

[hook]
you gon’ get it, you gon’ get it
i got a plan for you (got it all planned girl)
girl it’s on ’til the ‘mon when you come through (haha)
i can’t think of a thing that i won’t do (what you wan’ do?)
when you come and i get my hands on you (wait ’til i get you girl)

50 Cent - Put Your Hands Up Lyrics

50 Cent - Put Your Hands Up Lyrics

unh, all i do is this
stunt when i want, ride new shit
unh, all i do is this
unh, niggas new to this

[verse one]
i’m super-rich like russell, naw leor
i’m decked out, my bitch smell like dior
she spoiled, she want it, she can have that
your bitch cool, but where her birkin bag at?
you can tell a lot about a nigga by his bitch
be my guest, look at mine, i’m the shit

i’m hot, my shit bump coast to coast, don’t it?
i get bread my watch i blew a loaf on it
get caught staring at that get smoked for it
fool, my swag unlimited
so fly, ain’t shit i can’t buy
louis vuitton kicks, my louis vuitton bitch
fresh off the runway, get your one one-day
catch me in milan, tuxedo on
the black james bond, nigga i’m a don
i do what i want, when and where i want

[hook]
put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
what’s up, you know you wanna party with me
let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
bitch quit playing
put your hands up, put ‘em where my eyes can see
what’s up, you know you wanna party with me
let’s fuck, we wilding in the place to be
nigga quit playing

[verse two]
catch me riding solo, purple label polo
paparaz’ photo my side bitch in manolo
it’s all about dough though, my knuckle game like cotto
plus i get to shooting, but keep that on the low though
(hey!) nigga, i don’t really got to talk about it
me, i get paper, moves i make major
shoes i rock – gator, wing tips player
my style so pure, i’m so couture
i’m down by law, certified b-boy
hold up, wait a minute, money – i’m gonna spend it
or why the fuck would i hustle hard to get it?
so many flows, the hoes be on the di-dick
and when they pop it and lock it, they know i’m with it
dame lingua, give tongue while i hit it
she a star, fresh from pr
give me more, baby give me more

[hook]

50 Cent Ft. Tony Yayo - Off And On Lyrics

50 Cent Ft. Tony Yayo - Off And On Lyrics

[intro]
sprinkle a little 2pac on it (it ain’t easy bein’ me)
i’m legendary i’m necessary
they call me ferrari they call me 50
call me big homie
hah

[verse 1]
i got a bad bitch over the crib, i’m finna pop her off
nigga call me in 30 i beat her and dropped her off
it’s a quickie the ass and the lips are super soft
and to top it off, she topped me off
niggas trynna front on my swag, knock it off
put the strap to the back of your knot and knock it off
homicide they have to come through, block it off
that’s what they do after that choppa get to choppin’ off (it ain’t easy bein’ me)
they say a nigga off, and nigga nigga off
i’m on the runway one way takin’ off
i tell a chick, pay a pimp, bitch, break it off
i smack a ho, that ain’t shit bitch, shake it off (it ain’t easy bein’ me)

[hook]
off and on, these niggas be off and on
and it go (on and on and on)
and it go (on and on and on)
off and on, me, i’m never off, i’m on
and it go (on and on and on)
and it go (on and on and on)
(it ain’t easy bein’ me)

[verse 2]
go ‘head and ask about 50′s ferrari, i never take a loss
i’m a boss, tell niggas to let it off, set it off
diamond cloth, plush lawn, it’s floss at all costs
god damnit it all costs, get it now, half off (it ain’t easy bein’ me)
diamond stud show off, nigga’s swag is so off
they stunt till i go off, the 6 hour blow off
my wahi mahi-mahi teriyaki i’m so cocky
who the fuck out here to stop me, nigga haters sit and watch me
and it seem like it is but it’s not the same man niggas ain’t got what i got my man
got a flow so pure like brick cocaine nigga bitch wanna be my secret man
freaky thing you eat that thing, every now and then i beat that man
she tell a nigga not to say a thing, but i can’t keep a secret man (it ain’t easy bein’ me)

[hook]

50 Cent Ft. Tony Yayo - Nah Nah Nah Lyrics

50 Cent Ft. Tony Yayo - Nah Nah Nah Lyrics

got the shotgun. got the handgun
got the peeper in my nightbox
turn the ? up better raise up
get ya punk ass shot?

gun em down to the floor nah nah nah
dont fuck around ?
6 rounds fulla ? nah nah nah
we on the trip, fuck up ?
30 grands on the floor nah nah nah
we on this shit. spit a clip
watch you wit ?

yeah i run the town like a marathon trackstar, trapstar
teflon ? front and back hah ??
hollow tip ? flyest nigga in new york

50 Cent Ft. Tony Yayo - I Just Wanna Lyrics

50 Cent Ft. Tony Yayo - I Just Wanna Lyrics

“oh god you’re so deep”
“i like deep conversations..”

look nigga, if you don’t love yourself
ain’t nobody gon love you
your shit ain’t right ? ain’t right
ma ain’t gon fuck you
that’s what they told me then

so i was like “fuck a bitch”
bitch i’mma ?
oh now she like me, oh now they like me
all i want is a blow job
this bitch wanna be wifey
no 3-course meal, all i want is fast food
i wanna have fun, how about it?

i don’t wanna love you
i just wanna unbutton your blouse
and let your girls out
i wanna fuck you
maybe later on, if you’re free
you can come to my house
if you want to
we can get freakier, freakier than
you’ve ever been, if you want to

bitches from belize, ? all in the weed
remi crew got me sweating out a remi weave
fuck a model tonight, my bitch is from the ?
the ? she the project pimp tease
them hood bitches always bring back memories
they all diss the makers like “yayo you remember me?”
i certainly do, you was hurting on a ’62
hands was free
i promise i don’t love em, i don’t cuff em
i don’t pay a bitch’s rent to have the next nigga fuckin
i’m a pimp with principles
killin with visuals
my diamonds like ?

[hook]

[50 cent]
i don’t want a relationship, i just wanna have fun
in every position, we can come up with til we’re done
and my request is to be kickin shit in my ear
we can have a ball, we can do it all
moonshine light up the sky at nighttime
any time could be the right time
i’m sort of impulsive, i’m kinda explosive
take a little at a time in doses
once you’re addicted, i just wanna kick it
you pick the spot, i’ll be there with the quickness
give it to you good, girl i’m sure you gon miss this

50 Cent - Body On It Lyrics

50 Cent - Body On It Lyrics

[intro] news report
reporter:
police search for clues on the q 111 bus
where two people were shot, one fatally
witness 1:
you heard like a few shots ring out and uh,

you know by living in the neighborhood familiar with those sounds. we knew it was gunshots, so automatically you know we started taking cover because we didn’t know or establish where they were coming from
reporter:
police say it all started in south jamaica about two and a half miles away from the shooting on the bus at jamaica station
witness 2:
i was trying to get away from the area, after the first shot, it was very traumatizing to me like i’ve seen this happen a lot of times and didn’t want to be involved. i didn’t want to be that person that get a stray bullet or nothing like that
reporter:
police arrested a 34 year old man, they believe he is responsible for both shooting incidents. they also recovered a handgun. he was arrested not far from here near jamaica station in jamaica, queens. zach fink ny1

50 cent:
it’s the big 10, its been 10 years since 50 cent is the future
i’m tired as a motherfucker
what you want me to be i’ve tried to see

[verse 1] 50 cent
yeah bitch i got my second wind
you could pretend i ain’t the shit
i’m guilty, i’m guilty
yeah i’m filthy fucking rich
i’m strapped your honor
new mac, my armor
point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona
new version of dama
pussy eating piranha
my tongue touch your flesh
your bitches say i’m the best
the crackers say i’m racial
wait a cotton-picking minute
now i’m racial
cause i done put cotton-picking in it
put a knot on your fucking head
yeah that’ll happen first
i’ll put a dot on your fucking head
you’ll end up in a hearse
they say i play mind games
warrior mind frame
these bitch niggas always forget to say my name
go ahead, i want you to
you four, i’m on to you
i’m so strategic you wouldn’t believe it
and they know, everytime i come around
pit stop and their 10 o’clock down
gotta know about me

[hook] 50 cent
my nine got an extended clip on it
my tech got all kind of shit on it
m beam hollow tips rubber grip on it
night vision through the sight when i grip on it
my nine got an extended clip on it
my tech got all kind of shit on it
my pound got a body on it body on it
my man put a body on it body on it

[verse 2] 50 cent
i read a blog
they said i ain’t got it
i still got it
oh lord!
look whose gonna meet the edge of my sword
i’m taking off now bitch
all aboard
if you want to ride fuck it let’s ride
it seems like principle living’s starting to fade
even is a gangsta’s life, niggas is snakes
no loyalty, rats ratting on members of the game
funny they were family before the pigs came

[hook]

[outro] 50 cent
yeah, this right here one marks the decade of hot shit
if a nigga say i fell off all i want you to do is ask him when
what they gonna say, what the curtis album?
okay so number one’s not good enough
i gave you ayo technology that was number one
i get money, that wasn’t hot
so tell me when i fell off
yeah, when i gave you motherfuckers what you asked for
with before i self destruct
you looked at me and was like
we cool fif’
you know why?
cause i won too much in front of you niggas
thats why
it’s alright go out take a break come back
so hot you can’t deny it
its your boy 50
this one right here is for the haters for real
i want you to eat a dick
don’t suck a dick, eat a dick
chew it. haha

50 Cent Ft. Paris - Queens NY Lyrics

50 Cent Ft. Paris - Queens NY Lyrics

[paris - verse 1]
i string ‘em along with some acoustic guitar shit
tell ‘em park it in front of neiman marcus
i need that, i need that
when we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at?
said you got a spider, where them keys at? them keys at?
living on em, shitted on em

i’m hotter than the sauna, pull off in a zonda
calm yourself before you get dealt with
had the medics working on your pelvis
doa there’s nothing left to say
went down like an hourglass
paris 1st class regardless
fake bitches not responsive
me, i’m in the streets rocking a piece that’s retarded
in the diamond district with jacob
making loads, you little cons wanna save up

[hook - 50 cent]
we come from queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own
you call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chrome
where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?
where statan at?
where brooklyn at? where the bronx at? where harlem at?
where yonkers at?

[paris - verse 2]
all my men is caked up, stingy with the snatch
cause niggas get too attached
sleep with the ratchet under the mattress
natural, my cat got a 5 o’clock shadow
it don’t matter cause niggas is still mad at you
chicks is getting fucked
i’m on top, that’s how i bop, luxury every stop
eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend
you’re not needed: next nigga remix
word to everything on some g shit
fuck with me, give me a reason
feel something hot, change the whole season
for the greater good, make you fix your demons
it’s the loca, caramel mocha
bitches is on their sofa, i’m taking over
you now rocking with the best mama
bombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell bugatti, oh!

[hook]

[50 cent - verse 3]
ease on em, squeeze on em
move, dump the .22, three’s on ‘em
breeze on ‘em, lit the trees on ‘em
in the bandanna, make ‘em think it’s gang-related

we on that gritty shit, the city shit
new york new york
you come through on some pretty shit
get outlined in chalk
i get busy, i get busy, i’m strapped now
i’m tryna say i want you motherf-ckers to act out
i had that ass sprintin’ towards the door when i back out
don’t do it, don’t you do it
don’t make me stick to you
holy moly, ya rolly, icy oyster perpetual
diamonds blinking like ass, take a look at it
i’m a regular bad man, they say i’m a mad man
fuck a mask and gloves
i let it on bare hands
we come from a war zone, them southside streets
where anything and everything get gunned to eat

[hook]

50 Cent - What Up Gangsta Part 2 Lyrics

50 Cent - What Up Gangsta Part 2 Lyrics

this is how a gangsta sing the star spangled banner
pledge allegiance to the flag in a hardcore manner
blue bandana, clip, oh nana
that nigga leaving what the f-ck you do blood?
red bandana, clip, oh nana
big flashin’ ya clip, what the f-ck you do blood?

it’s the return of that gangsta gully shit
black northface, braids up, under my black skully bitch
i still feel chills when the narcs come
my lil homie scrap the 40 we come around and spark something
let off half a clip, make ya whip lay

you rock petty nigga shells, it hit ya make ya softer than whipped cream
funny things are never how shit seems
you going ham, we like damn, you don’t really want it man
we pop right up on you, gun in hand
this southside, muthaf-ckas get smoked here
we’ll see if ya still tough when the smoke clears
we at the hospital waiting to see the folks yeah

blue bandana, clip, oh nana
that nigga leaving what the f-ck you do blood?
red bandana, clip, oh nana
big flashin’ ya clip, what the f-ck you do blood?

nigga f-ck that, you better put that work in
you don’t want to, cool, you could get hurt than
red bandana, blue bandana, clip, oh nana
what the f-ck is up blood??

50 Cent - 50′s My Favorite Lyrics

50 Cent - 50′s My Favorite Lyrics

I took a sip of the potion
Lil’ SK, a little Goose, now I’m loose

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Quest for the cheddar I bought shiny Beretta
I’m firing squad hard, you niggas should know better

Than to bump with Ferrari, calamari
I kill like rebels in Warri, I’m sorry
I ball like I think I’m the Prince of Abu Dhabi
Black gold gush out the ground
Gun powder fly out the pound
I turn a clown smile upside down
That’s 3 time zones in my watch face
Still hard to tell time with diamonds all over my watch face
Twinkle like I’m outta space, I’m a big dipper
You a little dipper, pipe down little nigga
Nice wheels, but don’t talk money, thats what I’m about
I could fit your house inside my house
And your neighbours and ya yard, oh my God
This shit aint about shit so I aint gon’ go hard
Now kick push, kick push…get the f-ck outta here
Kick push

[Hook]
You’re now being hypnotised, close your eyes
And say 50′s my favorite, fifty, fifty’s my favorite
I’m not the the one to play with, I mean what I say bitch
50′s my favorite, 50, 50′s my favorite
Still on that gutta shit, forever on that gutta shit
50′s my favorite, 50, 50′s my favorite
I know you love that shit, real niggas be loving this
50′s my favorite, 50, 50′s my favorite

[Verse 2]
Oh shit now a nigga floatin’
That Luger German, thats Kush burning
I’m Einstein on the grind
My wheels turning, I’m out in cali not in Hollywood
Silicon valley, I’m bout to get rich
I mean real rich, I’m talking Facebook and Spotify type shit
I’m not a programmer, I use ghetto grammar
Slang, I’m strong as David Banner
The Hulk, my money come in bulk
And if this shit go bad, I go back to the dope
And I pay attention to the murder I wrote
This my light shit, my heavy shit on the album
Lets get right bitch

[Hook]

50 Cent - Shady Murder Lyrics

50 Cent - Shady Murder Lyrics

[Eminem]
Ay yo fif’ I was thinking you should go back to doing the shit you used to do

[50 Cent]
Murder them, murder them
They violate, I demonstrate
Yeah, I’ll murder them
Niggas be fronting word up

They stunting till they hurt up
That semi talk I’ll let it buck
I had these niggas running hard
I’ll pull a nigga’s skirt up and have him kicking dirt up
I’ll get a nigga an’ a nigga back up stupid hard
Silence it’s the return of the tyrants
Seein’ through my third eye with both closed eyelids
Stand closer to the homie you gon’ to die with
Flames come up out the muzzle wanting shit that I did
I’m talking like the feds ain’t listening
Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you’re fishing in
I give to a nigga if he want it
Better ask niggas about me I’ll be on it
I get to drop, blow out your knot, perfect planning
Hit your back with something hot

[Hook]
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to backroom working
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to backroom working

You know I ain’t got the strap on me
Holding that for me

[Verse 2]
I’m f-cked up, it really doesn’t matter though
Hundred 9mm shells in the Calico
Wait, niggas drop like dominos
Run for your life, puta si vámonos
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago
Grew up around cocaine, yeah even my mamma know
I cut a O in the fo’ with seven at a time
Made four hundred of that, you know a nigga grind
Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time
A nigga shine like a nickel nine
I’ve been talking to the man in the mail room
Nigga so ass they was shaking like Shakira
It seems like my vision’s gettin’ clearer
See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin near ya
It’s funny how niggas never hear ya, till you run down on ‘em
Gun down on ‘em

[Hook]
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to backroom working
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to backroom working

Yeah starting to feel like the old me (ha ha)

50 Cent - Street King Energy Track #8 Lyrics

50 Cent - Street King Energy Track #8 Lyrics

[Intro]
You see a nigga soft, my first instinct is to lean on
A weak nigga eatin’ in my hood, niggas’ll put a beam on ‘em
These niggas aint supposed to be eatin’ yo
This sweet is sweet an’ low, I’ll have ‘em like shit was all good just a week ago

[Verse 1]
Let Drake get you niggas in the mood for love
I’m back to get you in the mood for the snub and gloves
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma
Crack come to cooking up that, boy I’m a chemist
F-ck pill poppin, a strap I pop that
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat
Got a nice gimmick going, you’ve been hot a few summers
But I got the type of flow that’ll stop World hunger
SK, I got nothing but energy
Call me Fifty, call me Ferrari the remedy
Hi again in case a hater don’t remember me
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be
Hittin you won’t be enough, you gotta finish me or it’s Ruger time
The SR9 fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya f-cked, gotta learn to duck, wassup

[Hook x2]
Don’t make me (don’t, d-d-don’t)
Don’t make me (do it)
Don’t make me (you know I do it)
Show you whats up
Don’t make me f-ck you up

[Verse 2]
Listen any bitch on the milk box aint missin’
I mean some of these hoes running round with Pippen
I’m writing reality it sounds harsh
Shyne (Sean?) try to get at me he sounds washed
I aint even fire back the shits washed
What kind of shit is that, this only happens in rap
These niggas so fake, it make my skin crawl
Hope I aint the last real nigga up over the wall
Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin, cream linen
Bulges from the Benjamin’s in ‘em
Tom Ford, oh Lord, if I aint know better I think a nigga push raw
It feels like it’s never gon stop
A nigga so hot, I may spend forever on top
(Forever ever) Forever in the drop
Cant til I got it on lock
Bitch

[Hook]

50 Cent - Non Stop Lyrics

50 Cent - Non Stop Lyrics

Now I don’t get along with these niggas anyway man
I wish a nigga….

[Verse 1]
You niggas won’t believe I got the shooters to your shot
You think you’re built for bumpin’ heads with me well nigga you’re not
This’ll be the last time I try to f-cking warn you
Next time your ass out of line, bitch I’m on you
Nigga that security you got ain’t getting paid
Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade
You f-cking hesitate you gon need first aid

My blade’ll turn a line man into a feather weight
Who me? I wanna warn you muthaf-ckers ain’t seen nothing like me
Still looking for a ? and my wrist so icy
I tell the homies these niggas is full, eat ‘em
They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need ‘em
Take it off, tell that sucker “take it off”
They ain’t come up how we came up, man they niggas so soft
Half man half dog man my niggas sense fear
Brought ‘em here in a Lear to take your Audemere

[Hook]
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
I’m from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you’re blown away
I make it so hot nigga my block
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I’m from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away

[Verse 2]
Don’t get coffee with me p-ssy I told you before
It’s outlaw, lawless I f-ck you up regardless
Niggas say they be work in I wanna see what they saying
Put that work in without a mans, bring me that nigga, chain him
ATL BET we can AR in the park
Make the parking lot sound like an Iraq bar
Feel the mood change when I step through the door
Go head make me f-ck you up that’s what we came here for
Gym star, carve you up nice
Have so much fun I wanna do it twice
That’s my bitch on the pole
You tipping she’s stripping
I’m known for tripping
I just slapped the clip in
599 Ferrari state dipping
Cash getting, brick flipping
Straight clip in, good ghetto living
Big better vision
Bigger plans for a bigger bed to get in

[Hook]
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
I’m from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you’re blown away
I make it so hot nigga my block
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I’m from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away

[Outro]
Yeah, ya’ll see me laying low, I got so much shit to say
I’m a play, we gon spar from now to the fight
You understand how this goes down right?
You seen this movie before, this a rerun
‘Fore what we call it? We call it Get Rich Or Die Trying
Huh, D12 niggas that time
Nah nah nah, we call it the massacre.
We did 10 million that time
What we gonna call it?
Huh

50 Cent - The Enforcer Lyrics

50 Cent - The Enforcer Lyrics

Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Money Like A Boss Plus Still Come Off You
Ferrari, Lambo, I Race It
Bugatti, I Chase It
I Be Stuntin’, Don’t Say Shit, Murda
Is What I Get A … There’ll Never Be Another Me, Face It
I … Big Bread So Tape It
Shawty Got Everything You Can Play It

She Ain’t Bitch Like The … Stay With
So Brave Your … Tray .. Duck Tape, Ready
Your Time’s Up Already
Black Bag Body Bag ,Ready, Ready, Ready,

Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Crazy, Sip … Rich, Still Pushing Narcotics
2 Wanna Do, I’ve Done It
Life’s Going Away, I Won It
Ex Pills… Drama Tell Me Who Won It
… I’ve Done It,
They Talk About, They Frontin’

So Brave Your … Tray .. Duck Tape, Ready
Your Time’s Up Already
Black Bag Body Bag ,Ready, Ready, Ready,

Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Money Like A Boss Plus Still Come Off You

This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
The Steamforcer Mansion
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Feels When I’m Blasting
Everything I Do Something You Want To
But You Don’t Do Things That I Do
Cause You Ain’t Got The Heart To Do It
You, You, You Ain’t Got The Heart To Do It
You, You, You Ain’t Got The Heart To Do It

Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Money Like A Boss Plus Still Come Off You
Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer, Who Wanna Play With The Enforcer?
Money Like A Boss Plus Still Come Off You

This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
The Steamforcer Mansion
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Sounds When I’m At You
This Sound Feels When I’m Blasting
Blasting, Blasting, Blasting,
This Sound Feels When I’m Blasting.

50 Cent - Love, Hate, Love Lyrics

50 Cent - Love, Hate, Love Lyrics

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Its the same shit, feel like a nigga having flashbacks
I might have crack in my ass crack
Back to that rubber handle, 38 special vandal
Play Godfather bitch, you get dead like Marlon Brando
These bars hit harder than hard times
My flow’ll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine
I’ll bring a bitch, you bring a bitch
Lets switch, I’ma swing hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers
Penitentiary style, big monster swag
Bitch, I got so many tricks make me go in my bag
Yeah niggas keep saying I’m back
It’s a fact ya shaken like ya ass got parkinsons, relax, confused
Acting like a white boy bored
Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard
Nigga, why the f-ck ya pants so tight?
You tryna show niggas your ass, your alternative life
I’m hungry like I aint ate, I lost weight
On a highway its worth more outta state, I’m raw like Cypress
I could just kill a man
Blow from Mexico’s cartels…

[Chorus]
Hate it or love it
They love me then hate me then love me again
Bitch I don’t pretend, p-ssy I aint your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it
They love me then hate me then love me again
Bitch I don’t pretend, p-ssy I aint your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
I wore green, emeralds and my watch face drippin
Nigga aint no safe safe when I start trippin
I might call my next LP Death of the weirdo?
I’m high, check my altitude, I’m lounging in the Lear home
Feel a buzz, a little coolaid and Codeine
I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing
It aint safe in the war, the war I’m playing my shark tank
On the trip to the mall, made your bitch ass plank
I touched more p-ssy than maxipads
Now Detox can be your little rap rehab
Bitch just a second visit from the repo man
And you can’t afford your monthlys, I mean God damn
Man, you aint worth your shoes you standing in
When I party I bring a bitch to bring the cannon in
You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot
It’s been a while so I’m guessing you must’ve forgot
Once again you gorget, aint this some shit
You forgot about me bitch I wrote your hits
You know “how we do”, “hate it or love it” and nigga fuck it I’m special
Thats why your ass say my verse

[Chorus]

50 Cent - I'm All Turnt Up Freestyle Lyrics

50 Cent - I'm All Turnt Up Freestyle Lyrics

my glock pop from blocks you can feel it

g-g-g-g-g-g, it’s the muthaf-ckin unit!

my shit knock for blocks, you can hear it

g-g-g-g-g…its the muthaf-ckin unit!

[chorus]

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

[50 cent - verse 1]

i got a trunk full of tens

i got a stash full of ends

i got that 64 regal sittin’ on 20? rims

got that beamer that bentley

i got that 63 benz

and a white b-tch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end

call her head game the hoover i mean the way she maneuver

up and down, up and down, and a n-gga head spin ’round

she’s a fellatio pro, i get off watching her go

she get to takin’ it deep, and put a n-gga to sleep

[chorus]

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

[50 cent - verse 2]

its on now, ’cause these b-tches gyrating

we strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin’

party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she aint stoppin’

sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ p-ssy poppin’ tic-toc-in

make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick

play the game b-tch, shit make us both rich

f-ck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit

i aint nothin’ like the n-ggas you done been with

[chorus]

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’

(my rear view mirror is vibrating)

i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

[50 cent]

it feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me

tricks on me, tricks on me

me i’m never trippin’ for a b-tch homie

b-tch homie, i’m rich homie

turn it up!

thats 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka

you n-ggas see me

lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthaf-cka

you n-ggas aint sayin nothin’

know i got that muthaf-ckin tre pound, 6 shots muthaf-cka i let it rotate

n-ggas see me, ask me where lloyd banks at?

n-gga i dont know where the f-ck that lil’ n-gga at

i aint heard from him

f-ck yayo too n-gga , i’m on some new shit

f-ck the group n-gga

i’ma introduce you to my new n-ggas

uh, its 0-11

i figured out whats the matter with this shit it aint me, its these n-ggas

its the roc, i’m on my jay z shit

nah nah, f-ck the group man

i’m on my beyonce shit

i’m on my way to the top godammit

yeah