50 CENT

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[Verse 1] 
Niggas screw they face up at me 
On some real shit son, they don't want beef 
I cock that, aim that shit out the window 
Spray, there ain't a shell that bend my heat 
Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down 
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it 
You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out 
Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin' 
I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode 
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll 
niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold 
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load 
The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass 
I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up 
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk 
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk 

[Chorus] 
In my hood 
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap 
In my hood 
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act 
In my hood 
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat 
In my hood 
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back 
In my hood 

[Verse 2] 
I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool 
On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe 
To have more than a ??, niggas'll come to your place 
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe 
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case 
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you 
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake 
These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em 
I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin' 
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin' 
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block 
I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot 

[Chorus] 
In my hood 
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap 
In my hood 
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act 
In my hood 
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat 
In my hood 
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back 
In my hood 

[Verse 3] 
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off 
Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off 
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin' 
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin' 
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin' 
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline 
Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley 
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli 
The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up 
You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up 
It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot] 
You know not to do good now 

[Chorus] 
In my hood 
niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap 
In my hood 
A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act 
In my hood 
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat 
In my hood 
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back 
In my hood

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[Intro] 
This is 50 

[Chorus] 
I don't know what you take me for 
I don't really play that shit 
I ain't got to get you hit 
I get out myself and spray that shit 

[Verse 1] 
I got a hit ya, its ya trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit 
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch 
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit 
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints 
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid 
niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit 
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich 
Now what you know about movin' that ?? and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks 

[Chorus x2] 
I don't know what you take me for 
I don't really play that shit 
I ain't got to get you hit 
I get out myself and spray that shit 

[Verse 2] 
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip 
I rolled around in a 5, till my money ???, then I went back and got that six 
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit 
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch 
You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit 
And a nigga with a knife, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib 
nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit 
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips 

[Chorus x2] 
I don't know what you take me for 
I don't really play that shit 
I ain't got to get you hit 
I get out myself and spray that shit 

[Bridge] 
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta 
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya 
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit 
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit 

[Outro] 
This is 50 
Yeah 
nigga cherish me 
Like the water you drink 
Like the air you breathe 
You need me to live 
Yeah

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[Intro- 50 Cent] 
Ahh man 
You know where the niggas be at right? 
Take me to 'em 

[Chorus- 50 Cent] 
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' 
I'm supposed to die tonight 
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay 
I'm down to ride tonight 
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded 
I'm down to ride tonight 
Its smokin', street locin', locked and loaded 
Somebody gon' die tonight 

[Verse 1- 50 Cent] 
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before 
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door 
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip 
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip 
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect 
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec 
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try 
Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired 
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son 
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done 
Its elementary, life is but a dream 
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream 
After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit 
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch 
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle 
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel 

[Chorus- 50 Cent] 
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' 
I'm supposed to die tonight 
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay 
I'm down to ride tonight 
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded 
I'm down to ride tonight 
Its smokin', street locin', locked and loaded 
Somebody gon' die tonight 

[Verse 2- 50 Cent] 
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish 
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit 
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper 
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all 
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga 
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga 
I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit 
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace 
I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me 
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me 
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B 
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy 
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me 
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me 
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span 
Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand 

[Chorus- 50 Cent] 
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' 
I'm supposed to die tonight 
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay 
I'm down to ride tonight 
We crawlin, whip stolen, AK loaded 
I'm down to ride tonight 
Its smokin', street locin', locked and loaded 
Somebody gon' die tonight

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[Chorus x2- 50 Cent] 
Clickity clank clickity clank 
The money goes into my piggy bank 

[Bridge- 50 Cent] 
I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin 
I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man 
I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend 
I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end 

[Verse 1- 50 Cent] 
That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg 
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy 
I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal 
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle 
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine 
I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime 
Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine 
C'mon man, you know how I shine 
I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon final top 
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots 
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club" 
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud 
Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat 
Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep 
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals 
But that song in New York, dawg your ass is local 

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent] 
Clickity clank clickity clank 
The money goes into my piggy bank 

[Bridge- 50 Cent] 
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money 
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money 
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money 
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money 
Yeah 

[Verse 2- 50 Cent] 
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells 
I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell 
He don't want it with me, he in DC 
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank 
Purchase a few pennies out my piggy bank 
Yayo, bring the ?? I'm in room 203 
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory 
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see 
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me 
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard 
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm 
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns 
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love 
This is chess, not checkers, these are wrong shots 
After your next move I'll give you what I got 

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent] 
Clickity clank clickity clank 
The money goes into my piggy bank 

[Bridge- 50 Cent] 
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money 
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money 
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money 
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money 
Yeah 

[Bridge- 50 Cent] 
I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill 
I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal 
I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real 
I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed 

[Outro- 50 Cent] 
Yeah 
Yeah 
Hahahaha 
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man 
All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin' 
You gotta do somethin' baby 
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin' 
nigga everybody's listenin' 
Hahahaha 
I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that 
I mean damn rep your hood nigga 
nigga you hard right? 
Pop off 
Yayo get ?? niggas on the phone 
And tell the niggas I said grip up 
niggas got a green light on these monkies 
Hahahaha

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(Featuring Eminem) 

[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent] 
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded 
I'm on my way 

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] 
I got a gatman 
There's a problem I'ma solve it 
A nigga movin' around 
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man 
What the fuck are you retarded 
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed 
They say Batman 

[Verse 1- 50 Cent] 
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady 
The worst baby, put your hands on my people 
I'll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe 
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV 
I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B 
You fuck with me, you see 
I'll be actin' like an animal, I'll tear you apart 
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art 
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start 
But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo) 
So you take the good with the bad, I guess 
Level three Teflon plate on my chest 
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber 
Will daint ya, anger will change ya 
And make ya aim that and squeeze 

[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem] 
I got a gat man 
There's a problem I'ma solve it 
A nigga movin' around 
With a big ass revolver and a batman 

Mothafucka you retarded, 
you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed 
We're walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you started 
I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta 
Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT 
That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT 
Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT 
Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS 
Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT 
He's got my back, I got his back, BACK 
Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins 
Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in, 
To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip, 
Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable 
Some shit'll never bother us 
Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone 
but let it be known there will be no sit downs 
With no Daves and 'Zinos 
There will be no peace discussions with me 
There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea 
Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you 
Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through 
Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine 
Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be 
Or we'll be back with a:. 

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] 
Gatman 
There's a problem I'ma solve it 
A nigga movin' around 
With a big ass revolver and a batman 
What the fuck are you retarded 
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed 

[Verse 3- 50 Cent] 
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted 
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it 
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard 
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it 
Got 'em on the screen, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it 
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit 
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it 
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop 
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops 
When drama pop, the llama pop 
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops 
They say no, niggas know how I be on it 
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it 
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame 
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained 

[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] 
I got a gat man 
There's a problem I'ma solve it 
A nigga movin' around 
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man 
What the fuck are you retarded 
You touch Shady I'll leave you down 
Leave the party

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Featuring Olivia) 

[Intro: 50 Cent] 
Yeah... 
Uh huh 
So seductive 

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] 
[50 Cent] 
I take you to the candy shop 
I'll let you lick the lollypop 
Go 'head girl, don't you stop 
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah) 
[Olivia] 
I'll take you to the candy shop 
Boy one taste of what I got 
I'll have you spending all you got 
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah) 

[Verse 1: 50 Cent] 
You can have it your way, how do you want it 
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it 
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level 
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle 
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple 
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho 
In the hotel or in the back of the rental 
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into 
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor 
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha 
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem 
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider 
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit 
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick 
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can 
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha) 

[Chorus] 

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia] 
Girl what we do (what we do) 
And where we do (and where we do) 
The things we do (things we do) 
Are just between me and you (oh yeah) 

[Verse 2: 50 Cent] 
Give it to me baby, nice and slow 
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo 
You ain't never heard a sound like this before 
Cause I ain't never put it down like this 
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper 
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker 
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs 
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone 
I touch the right spot at the right time 
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind 
So seductive, you should see the way she wind 
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind 
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin 
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping 
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on 
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone 

[Chorus 2x]

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[Intro- 50 Cent] 
Yeah 
Shady 
Aftermath 

[Chorus- 50 Cent] 
I know somethin' you didn't know 
I make you beg 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 nigga 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 MPRE 
Everythings calculated in time percised 
Never move another mill let's get right aight 
This test is my ?? 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 
Bitches 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, Slim 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 nigga 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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[Intro] 
Uhhhhh 
Yeah 
Uhhhhh 
Yeah 

[Verse 1] 
I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it 
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it 
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through 
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel 
I might smile and say whats up but I don't fuck with you niggas 
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas 
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me 
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy 
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends 
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims 
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in 
I don't play but I'm a playa till the mothafuckin' end [gunshots] 

[Chorus x2] 
I got no pickup lines 
I stay on the grind 
I tell the hoes all the time 
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in) 
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes 
And when I open that do' 
Bitch get in my car 

[Verse 2] 
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit 
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch 
I ain't ?? these hoes, man I'm bout my paper 
If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her 
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up 
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob 
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey 
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey 
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me 
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely 
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin' 
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots] 

[Chorus x2] 
I got no pickup lines 
I stay on the grind 
I tell the hoes all the time 
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in) 
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes 
And when I open that do' 
Bitch get in my car 

[Verse 3] 
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie 
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high 
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm 
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm 
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough 
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus 
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me 
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me 
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love 
69's the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh? 
My conversations so deep, I get in your head 
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed [gunshots] 

[Chorus x2] 
I got no pickup lines 
I stay on the grind 
I tell the hoes all the time 
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in) 
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes 
And when I open that do' 
Bitch get in my car 

[Outro] 
Hahaha 
Quit playin' bitch get it 
You know you wanna ride with a nigga 
50 Cent 
G-G-G-G-G-Unit 
[Gunshots]

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[Intro- 50 Cent] 
She loves me, she loves me not 
Yeah she loves me not 

[Verse 1- 50 Cent] 
The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache 
Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake 
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag 
Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man 
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me 
Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me 
Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon 
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon 
Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in 
Relapse you fat bitch, don't ever try that again 
All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good 
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling 
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring 
You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did 
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids 
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin' 
But we have a bond and its not to be broken 

[Hook x2- 50 cent] 
We got a love thing where you try to leave me 
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me 
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl 
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be 

[Verse 2- 50 Cent] 
Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me 
I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me 
I heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl 
But boy, oh boy, fuckin' wit me is a whole 'nother world 
After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin' 
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing" 
Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too 
I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm fuckin' with you 
I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew 
See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new 
I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right 
Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight 
I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm 
I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward 
Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me 
Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV 
I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy 

[Hook x2- 50 cent] 
We got a love thing where you try to leave me 
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me 
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl 
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be 

[Verse 3- 50 Cent] 
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove 
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love 
Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em 
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional 
They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say 
But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away 
They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen 
Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a fuckin' fiend 
Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you 
Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do 
Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good 
I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should 
It was written long before, it was carved in a tree 
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be 
There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate 
And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates 
And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes 

[Hook x2- 50 cent] 
We got a love thing where you try to leave me 
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me 
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl 
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

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[Intro] 
Yeah 
Yeah we can ride to this 
Just lay back, crew 

[Verse 1] 
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet 
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat 
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street 
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat 
I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown niggas 
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas 
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds 
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore 
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell 
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel 
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused 
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose 
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit 
Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick 
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth 
T&T around, I can still make blow move 

[Chorus x2] 
This is what you call ryder music 
All the gangstas are ridin' to it 
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it 
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) 
[Let's go] 

[Verse 2] 
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good 
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood 
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows 
In my favorite position, you know how it goes 
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry" 
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly 
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to 
Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you 
Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made 
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade 
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug 
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs 
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec 
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped 
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect 
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct 

[Chorus x2] 
This is what you call ryder music 
All the gangstas are ridin' to it 
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it 
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) 
(Let's go) 

[Verse 3] 
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win 
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins 
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin' 
Like the stones on my wrist 
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich 
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch 
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit 
I'm fallin', in love with success 
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best 
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle 
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle 
As wise men speak, I listen and learn 
A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turns 
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit 
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid 
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision 
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up 

[Chorus x2] 
This is what you call ryder music 
All the gangstas are ridin' to it 
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it 
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) 
(Let's go)

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[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 its 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 nigga from the old school 
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves 
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do 
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you 
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip 
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch 
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on 
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on 
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go 
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know 

[Chorus] 
All a nigga 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 

[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 ?? cause I move the O's 
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze 
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg 
She musta heard about the dough 
Now captain come on and save a hoe 
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 nigga 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 

[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 ?? tonight (ya heard me) 
Clothes off, face down, x up, c'mon 

[Chorus x2] 
All a nigga 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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