1.8 Mile Road(G-Unit Remix)
Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!
This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a head up cuz her child aint a dummy
It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
You liyin ya ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball
Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin'
and trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'？
You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
Listen, I went through mama bitchin in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, papa was in and out the prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me
('Cause what？)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
'Cheche, get the yayo'
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
'Cheche, get the yayo'
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country
Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'm smuggled, I'm nothin' but trouble
I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
You tryin' to move more birds
...In PA all day, on the corner of Third
You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me
(what？)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playin'？ I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols
Lets get it poppin'
Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon)
Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know not to
test this
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like '50 nice
chain'
Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga you see me!
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
You pussy
Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
Read the 'Daily News' nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, lets get it poppin'
G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!
2.In Da Club
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change, hoe's down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut hey nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood, in L.A. they saying '50 you hot'
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin to get bi and they ready to go
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up and I ain't changed
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad？ I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right？
When my joint get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the
style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside they wit a bottle of bub
They know where we fuckin be
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been
either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
love
fuck
or pimp
limp(Im ight)
'Pac
flow
OK)
right？
switch the style up
either nigga, but i lo chupe a junior yeah
nigga
3.In Da Hood
(feat. Brooklyn)
I still be riding through the 'hood
Brooklyn took Compton, it's all good
From Southside Queens to Inglewood
We representin' like we should
I'm hot boy, I told you before
Got that Benz and that Hummer off the showroom floor
I know you hate it when I pop up, wrist all rocked up
In The 'hood, empty niggas locked up, they rats all knocked up
Baby after baby, the 'hood is crazy
Niggas'll set you up and wet you up, trust me they shady
Got a pet bulldog, I keep under my linen
It don't bark, they spark when the revolver spinnin'
We winnin'
Hold up, hold up, get a good look at my rims
God damn, look at them twenty-fours diamonds spin
Now the D's, they harass me in the 'hood
a few times, niggas try to blast me in the 'hood
Fuck it's all good
Catch me in the coupe - on the lean
Wit' needles and samples and diesels for the fiends
The money stay on my mind, so I stay on the grind
Plus niggas like to stun, so I stay wit' my nine
I ain't the type nigga that be out, runnin' his mouth
Talkin' gangsta and shit, with my gun in the house
Now homie, you better get to know me better
Before you be bleedin' pints of blood into Iceberg sweater
When the tails come flyin' up out the beretta
You gon' feel like it's yo' fault and say 'Man I knew better'
Look dogg, I don't play that shit
I pull that thing out I'ma spray that shit
That how I get down
Brooklyn she's so sick in the hood
Got these fat bitches get the spit in the hood
'Cause I throw diamonds, shot that fifth in the hood
That's what you get for talkin' all that shit in the hood
Yeah I'm still a minor, remember this
Everything Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya
Brooklyn to Compton it's all good
Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood
4.Round Here
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know that
Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
Tre, trade pounds and (？)
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
Your man gangsta？ Me too
Go on and get em bitch
I just bought new toast to spit
Next nigga gettin gully gettin laid out quick
Where ever rich touchin niggas is gettin hurt
Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work
Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga
So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga
I know you love the way the goutti beat bump
Got you license plate rounds and all over your trunk
Don't confuse these trucks with my style dog
I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin B.K. hard
I sound like I move bricks uptown
More like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4 pound
Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga)
I'm a Guiness Book nigga
We don't play that pussy shit round here
You can get your fuckin wig split down here
Don't rep where you come from too much around here
You can get your fuckin cap filt
If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club
So them niggas I done stuck up could cut me he fuck up, nah
I'm outside to jump off in a benz jeep
4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat
Niggas think they want beef
They don't want beef
They find from somebody that love playin in the street
When you rap, keep it gangsta dog it's all good
Just don't go coppin that shyt in the wrong hood
But I'm from the young boy, come and try ya nigga
Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga
If you thinkin we thristy cuz, we right
We lookin at your watch and chain like that's a S-type
Murder sayin don't play 50 in the club
Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up (what)
I don't where you from and I don't care
But nigga we don't play that pussy shit round here
(Spanish talkin)
No ingles, No ingles, mother fuckers will shoot ya
The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
We don't talk that mida mida bullshit round here
Man, I done so much dirt in the hood
Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin good (do it for em)
Fuck ya'll, ya aint got to like me
I'm gettin knocked,ya'll nigga aint got to like me
I'm on the same bullshit I been on
It's the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on
Ya shit sound too commercial
Come cruisin through the hood mother fuckers will hurt ya
You shouldn't them flash jewels
Cause niggas will run up on ya if thats true
They want your money, the watch, and you tenis shos
I aint gotta tell ya not to move
Ya know the rules
5.True Loyalty
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
yeah..
There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
(Except loyalty and love, between thugs)
For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
(For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin)
For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you
(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass
(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight
'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why？)
'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha
I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
How could you not love a Thug like me？
Would you ride for me？ (you ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me？ (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me？ (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just
keep reppin'
Southside for me)
Nigga, you ride for me？ (you ain't even got to ask)
Would you die for me？ (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me？ (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just
keep reppin'
Southside for me)
(Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
I'm the clip, you the gat
I'm the glock, you the mac
I'm the artist, you the trap
I'm a pen, you the pad
I'm the Dutch, you the bag
I'm the knife, you the stab
I'm the driver, you the Jag)
I'm the ice, you the bezel
I'm grimy, you ghetto
I'm the bow, you the arrow
I'm the shell, you the barrel
I'm a pimp, you a player
I'm dope, you the hustler
I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler
You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you know it's top notch
And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, it's Showtime at the Apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga
If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young
With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man
And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man
Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand
You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha
6.Wanksta
whewwww
yeah
It's 50 a.k.a farrari
F 50
Break it down
I got alot 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 neva pop nothin
You say you a WANKSTA
and you need to stop frontin
You ain't no friend of mine,( YEAH)
You ain't no kin of mine,( C'MON)
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 cop and go we selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine
I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of kind
I crush em' everytime
Punch em' with every line
I'm fucking with they mind
I make em' press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on paroll since 94 cause I commit the crimes
I said it in my line, I did it 3 to 9
The D's ran up in my crib
You know who dropping dimes
You say you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
They say you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time
and you ain't got nothin
Damn Homie, In high school you was the man homie
The Fuck happened to you
i got the sickest vendetta when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berreta
Now shorty think Ima sweat her, sipping on a armareda
I'm hit once than dead her, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets
Homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, start some bullshit
You get your whole crew wet
We in the club doing the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out
Cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out
Me I'm no mobstER
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 actER
But it's me you see on your tv
cause I hustle baby
This rap shit is so easy
I'm getting 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
Niggas saying they going murder 50, how？
We ride around with guns the size of little bow wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's？
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and amph beams, huh
(laugh) Damn homie
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