50 Cent - Curtis (2007) by 50 Cent (보컬) on maniadb.com

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My Gun
(50 Cent)

(Gunshots & Tire Screeching)

(Chorus)
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

(Verse 1)
F**k Boy you can see it to believe it
Tryna dodge and wave it end up a parapelegic
Believe me its easy
I'll hurt you, I'll merk you, I'll pop summin'
Drop summin', I aint gonna stop hunting
Run run till you're spun
One shot One gun
One-9...
1-1 emergency,
It's murder, B
It's excellent execution when I'm pulling the trigger
No mistake for that cake
I'm hittin you and your niggas
Feel the flame when I aim,
For the top of your brain
See the spark and the bang,
Nigga shit ain't a game
Do the math or get blast
Bullets go through the glass
Go through your ass fast
And the leather seat sittin Ave.
Its not a war when there's casualties on one side
I ride
Turn it up on you niggas after Jay ride by
I click-clack thats that i don't flash, i mash
I wave the Uzi at em,
I make a movie out em.

(Chorus)
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off



Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

(Verse 2)
You better lose yourself in the moment
Use it, F**k the music I'ma let it go
You only get one shot before I back out and fire back
At ya hat, ya back, ya ass crack, ya nutsack.
Your caddilac if you make it to that,
I'm hitting that
The 70's was smack
The 80's crack.
The 90's was grimey
Millenium mac man
Clips on the whips I ride in em
Bad bitches I ride inn em
Dont worry i'll get 'em
Gat Jammed or un-jammed
God dam Safest the safety dont work
Squeeze the eagle, it chirp.
End up faced down in the dirt
More than hurt,
Bring the beef where you hang out,
Bang out,
Shots ring out.
Hit your shoulders tryin to blow your brains out.
Hit your homies in their legs,
Bet they have their canes out tomorrow
You kno tomorrow's just a day away,
If you can keep your heart beatin' then your ass awake.

(Chorus)
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it attempted murder
Nigga I'm tryin to merk ya,
When I come back bustin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Don't try to say I'm trippin'
When I get to flippin'
Then I smack the clip in,
Nigga, my gun go off

We call it putting work in,
Leavin niggas hurtin,
Homocide's learkin'
My gun go off

[50 Cent]
AOWWWW! It hurts...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - YEAH!!

D's tryin to plant a murder on me
In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey
And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me
You see Hamo on your crib it ain't a burglary homey
They fin' to have me stuck in purgatory
I'm down to do the stickin when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
Wait! I'm gettin sidetracked, back to the story
These cocksuckin detectives got it in fo' me
They flash the lights they wanna rough me up
Frisk me find my burner and cuff me up
But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Unit's the new people who gon' behead burns
Huh, we'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds
And his partner's screamin officer down

[Chorus]
Police get in the way, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
I said I'll murder dem
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem
You see I told you I'd murder dem

[50 Cent]
They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen
I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
I got two felonies, from sellin that crack shit
And the third one, came from showin niggaz my mac spit
See I'm down for that daytime action
Have niggaz crawlin under cars when I start to cappin
So they don't know what to say to the Captain
But they know if word get back, somethin gon' happen
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
When you snitchin where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown
Southside - I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first
Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama

[Chorus]

[Chorus - Akon]
Ohhh
Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies
And when I hit the block, I still will kill
And I don't want, nigga but I will
If I got to, kill
If niggas get to fuckin' around, if niggas get to fuckin' around

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Respect come from admiration and fear
You can admire if you can catch one in ya wig
You see the Testarosa the toaster's right on my lap
So if a nigga get out of line a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal a infantry, I'm built for this mentally
That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I'll be the end of you
Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of ya ass off
I'm not for the games I'm not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain
Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine
Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine
I let twenty-one shots off at the same time, yeah

[Chorus - Akon]

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Where I'm from death is always in the air homie
Nanna love me so you know she say my prauers for me
I come creepin' through in the 'hood wearin' teflon
Hit the corners muthafuckas get left on
Niggas know, if not they better check my background
Try and stick me I fill ya back wit' mac rounds
Ask 'Preme nigga 50 don't back down
I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line boy I'mma air ya ass out
Screw ya face at me I wan' know what that's 'bout
Nigga I know you ain't mad I done came up
And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up
The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggas
And I ain't did no business wit' 'em I don't owe these niggas
A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind
All across the world like the globe's mine, yeah!

[Chorus - Akon]

[Verse 3 - Akon]
Konvict
Now tell me have you ever looked up at an instance
And seen a mac aimin' at'cha head mayne?
Before you know it life is flashin' reminiscin'
And ya body is drippin' and full of lead mayne
I done been there, I done cocked that
It ain't never been a question I'm 'bout that
Don't go there, ya can cock that
And if ya plan to fuck around then reroute that
You never catch me ridin' around on these streets
Without a couple metal pieces under my feet
Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's
Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze
50 don't make me ride on these niggas
'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas
50 don't make me ride on these niggas
'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper, so

[Chorus - Akon]

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)

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

[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, fuck the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dig?

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

[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"Who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now

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

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

<b>50 Cent</b>
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent-Cent
Justin-tin
Timbaland-land
Goddamn, damn

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

She a workin girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money, money, she makin', makin'
Look at the way she shakin', shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it now
Don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you're head fucked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She knows just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

<b>50 Cent and Justin Timberlake</b>
She always ready, when you want it, she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night till daylight, the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

<b>Justin Timberlake</b>
Lemme talk to ya
Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me saying

AYO
I'm tired of using technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me
AYO
I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her

<b>Timbaland</b>
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

<b>50 Cent</b>
Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for her so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, it's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
Watchin' her do her thing on all fours
Now that that there should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride break it down-down-down
You know I like when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

<b>Justin Timberlake</b>
Lemme talk to ya
Baby, this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together - maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me saying

AYO
I'm tired of using technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me
AYO
I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, soo I got to give it to her

<b>Timbaland</b>
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 f**kin' crazy
50 dont know how to treat a lady
They wrong, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, I call you a bitch then hang up
Probably call you right back and shit
And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me for
tellin' lies
Like Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch"
As Bobby said "Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie"
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okay
You can be my Beyonce I'll be your Jay
I gotta great sense of humour, questions make ya smile then I whoo ya!
You know how I do ya, or do ya?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
It's New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stop
I told you, Im'a Don you goin' on ma'dam
After you shop 'till your feet hurt in Malones
Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish
They say the scene of me was made for lovers out in Paris
The risers and the beleivers sayin' "50 we love you"
But out there, theres no me so I love them
You may not recognize this, the reason I exist
Deliver best than the best so perfection I guess
Just like I miss the stress, I'll pass the test
Everytime I drop, Im burnin' hot
I dont care If she loves me or loves me not
As long as I enjoy the time that we spent
I dont care, baby we could f**k and be friends
Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz
You know its me...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see

The realest thing that you can do is just putting a drum beat whit nothing but a drum beat

Niggers, niggers copy my style so I need to swithc up on them

I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!

We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

I'm 'bout my bread now, I'll cut your head now
You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga I'm eatin' you know I ain't go'n' stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Vette
Yeah I stunt in the Vette, got stash in the bank
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
With a 4. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene

We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard try'na fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas runnin' round try'na kill you for us
Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap

We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin' on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin' on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

(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 gangster shit
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit


(verse 1)
im in my lambo maggot
my fo fo fagget
doors cliffed up im like go go gadget
see this shit I got on
homie i'd hate to
my teflon on boy my goverment issue
I hit your vertebrate,bullet went through tissue
your wife on the futon huggin her shit soon
homie you a bitch you got feminime ways
heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got four fifths and bananas on the case
they got more whips than a runaway slave
me and yayo go back like some high top fades
when I made 50 mil <a href="/Eminem" title="Eminem">Em</a> got paid
when I made 60 mil <a href="/Dr._Dre" title="Dr. Dre">Dre</a> got paid
when I made 80 mil Jimmy got paid
I ain't even got to rap
now life is made
said I aint even got to rap, i'm filthy man

(chorus)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this

(verse 2)
I think nothin but hundred dollar bills on the bank role
I got the kind of money that the bank cant hold
got off the street movin mongoose and hoes
seven three capris old school
when I role ways pass fuck the toe
no more paltinum i'm wearing gold
im internationally known as the kid with the flow that brings enough dough
theres never enough dough shit I need more
get that shit out the stove baby blue was dough
fresh off the flow stash blocks by the dash
some by the wall make the purple bring the green and fuck the law
im also raw im hot im sure im like the coolest motherfucka around the globe boy
I sent the club on fire I told ya im the general saluting his soldiers

(chorus)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (ha ha haha ha)x4
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this

(verse 3)
now work it out now
shortie work it out, I want see you brake it down
now back it up now ,you know what im about
just like I bank job I'm in and I'm out
now work it out now, work it out
work it out, now work it out now, work it out, work it out

Shorty you aint gotta
tick tock
just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on a
roller coaster
baby come on and ride
It goes up and down and
round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its only night
I know what you like
And I just had a break yall
Good Evening Ladies
I tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy
my amusement park
There's lots of activities
fun things to do
And now I find my pleasure
in pleasing you
Some rides go fast some
rides go slow
If your heights
went up high yeah I go low
It tastes so sweet
let's dig in cotton candy
You can carry the weight
we can start in a family
It's a perfect time for
a magic trick
Girl you know there's no fun
without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull
a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit
all over your cat
Applause now it's the
first half of my act
Started as a pimp now
I'm more like a mat
I don't need your paper
just don't fuck
with my stats
Oh it's like that
Yeah it's like that
Shorty you aint gotta
tick tock
just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on
a roller coaster
baby come on and ride
It goes up and down
and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its only night
I know what you like
And I just had a break yall
Now you can ride the horse
around the carousel
Explosions Trojans
all in the hotel
Put me to the test
girl I don't fail
Now work it out
Without a doubt
There's plenty water rising
I'm sure it'll get
you wet in the pot
Have your luster's seduction
considered or not
Throw a hoop around the bottle
I'll be your teddy bear
Whatever color
you like you know
I don't care
I really want to thank you
for attending this affair
Now go and come with
your friends
to come have fun here
I smile when I speak put up
your hands sincere
And your pass is valid
all summer my dear
So watch everything
that you can always return
There's so many tricks
to the trade you should learn
Suck that Lick that
Swallow that lollipop
Forget that Brick that
Ride it non stop
Shorty you aint gotta tick tock
just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on
a roller coaster
baby come on and ride
It goes up and down and
round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its only night
I know what you like
And I just had a break yall

[Intro]
High-speed Ferrari movement
3rd lane switching lanes, whuddup?
Brooklyn, whuddup?
Fa'rock, whuddup?

[Chorus]
While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm), kissin'
I was cookin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen
While Nas was tellin' Kelis, "I love you boo"
I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit (Yeah)
I got-I got a fully loaded clip

[Verse 1]
You wann' problem wit' me? - No problem, it's all good
I ain't fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood
Black rims, black henny, nigga see me when ya see me
I appear and disappear wit' the heata like Houdini
They parry wit' bullshiit - git'cha azz popped
Don't believe me - ask Fam, they got his head shot
I'm in the cut like germs, I do durrt like worms
Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn
I fire on ya azz, dem hollow-tips burn, baby burn
I'm screamin' "Fuck the cops!", 'fore I 'round my glock
Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck dat box!
Dat's how P. got knocked, dat's how jewl got drop
But Dre beat dat nigga, go 'head, repeat dat nigga
You might learn a lil' summin' if you learn to stop frontin'
My nigga look easy on three p's b-p's, rollin' locc-in'
I'm runnin' wit' the Dope-man

[Chorus]
When Jenny and Jumaine was (Mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen
When Puffy just tellin' Cam, "I love you boo"
I was shinin' my nine, ya know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip

[Verse 2]
Have the dice game, I'm bet it all, you hear what I'm sayin'?
Take grand and I fall betta nigga, I ain't playin'
I tryinna git it, holla at me if ya wit' it
And lace up the chuckas, wit' can&nbsp;? mothafuckas
My stomach is growlin', they say dat I'm wyllin'
I'm doin' my numbas, I'm gittin' violent
They hearin' me rap and they think dat I'm playin'
Till they see the barrel and they see the flame
I need full co-operation man, give us the chain
The watch, the ring and the grill - we ain't playin'
I fire dat thang, it sound insane
Holla, I got dat news candi mayne

[Chorus]
When Jeezy and Keysha was (Mm mm), kissin'
I was baggin' one-thousand grams in my kitchen
When Trina was tellin' Wayne, I love you boo
she was just runnin' games, she told Buck dat too
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on dat shit
I got-I got a fully loaded clip

[Outro w/ ad-libin "I got-I got fully loaded clip"]
Now nigga, lemme show ya whudd I do this right here!
Now, the rugger hold 16!
I put 16 in the clip, I put it in - I got dat!
One in the head, 'till it fell!
I put anutha one in it the clip, I put it back!
Let the bullets burn!

[50 Cent]
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
This is what it sounds like when I'm breakin' it down
(Yeah I'm breakin' it down)
Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breakin' it down
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
It's not my fault (c'mon)
It's not fault (I'm hot man!)
It's not my fault (c'mon)
It's not my fault

Till the sun comes up, every night (c'mon)
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be gettin' it in come on we gettin' it in
A lil' Hennessey, a lil' juice and gin
It's not a fantasy, it's not pretend
We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
Till the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight

I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know (yeah)
I'm really been lookin' into yo' freak show (ah ha)
You gimme a little baby and I'ma want mo'
O.D.B. said that I like it raaaw!
Exotic her body been movin' on the flo' (whoo)
Enough to make a nigga lose control (yeah)
I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
Ya got a man now keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I gets my dough
I got a few s*tacks me and you can blow
We get into the hotel after the show
I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer, yeah

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on (ha ha)
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

[50 Cent]
They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain I don't play no games
I'm hustlin' hard homie I do my thang
You f**k wit' the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm tryna get her in my bedroom and shit
We can take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord the s*hit make a boom-boom flick
It's oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty shorty now you should know
Girl ya body's callin' me hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go

Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on (ha ha)
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
Of control (of control)
I know you know (I know you know)

You're so seductive, you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell ya, you know I wanna f**k ya
I'm feelin' your style ya better watch me now
My tongue'll be in ya mouth my hands'll be in ya blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can't have ya I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl come to me now, I said come to me now

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on (ha ha)
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

It's not my fault (c'mon)
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault (c'mon)
It's not my fault, can ya break it down?
It's not my fault (c'mon)
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault (c'mon)
It's not my fault, can ya break it down?
It's not my fault (c'mon)

Fire!!! I make it hotter Friction turns to fire You're what I desire I'm comin to getcha girl That's right, that's right It's on tonight Your just my type You're what i like I bring that heat Ya heard me right Everywhere I go, go Let's go Somethin new It's another episode Music bumpin and sweatin Drippin on the dancefloor I like it when shorty get it back in the bag When she do it like that I don't know how to act Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll pay to play it If its worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Baby work it (yeah) Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want i could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what i want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I burn it down on stage I make it hot Til the fire marshals come shut down the spot I had the club jam packed everytime I rock These other niggas ain't got the style I got I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down You can hate this but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent Yes the star at the bar, I'll get ya bent You wanna party, let's party You wanna freak, be a freak You wanna creep, we can creep Tell me what it's gonna be So you can... Take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I could serve them by the pound Shorty don't you got what I want to flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it Well if you want it let's go I got that fire So hot I'll burn it down I think ya already know I got that fire (fire) I'm the flyest chick around You want it (ooo) It's fire (ooo) I've got it (ooo) That fire (ooo) So I'm might (ooo) Ignite ya (ooo) It's fire (ooo) It's fire (ooo) Fire!!! Now all you really ready I said are really ready I make the temperature rise Now don't be suprised I had a ice on stunt and heavy I got a hell of a flow You should already know So over 30 million records already It's the third time around You know how I get down I'm hands down pound for pound The best around Now work it Go ahead grind it on me That's perfect I'll play to play If it's worth it My phone numb' if you want me (yeah) You can chirp it (yeah) Work it (yeah) (Woo)

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? [Verse 1 : 50 Cent] Lets start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into They money I aquire mama make it all simple Flashback '03, papparazzi flashin' flicks I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a six stash Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me It just happened so quickly, feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley Its gangsta my music even when its the smooth shit You can hate me cause I hurt you but I aint even do it They predicted it all I dont know how he knew it He said women from Hollywood are "Liar, liar, liars" Fuck em they get ya heated then deny it like Mariah Fast forward to '06, Im still on fire The world is still turning, my records are still earnin' Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker Straight up and down baby, Im a special kinda nigga [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Oh give it (give it) baby (baby) give it (give it) oh baby give it (give it) baby (baby) give it give it baby (oh baby) [Verse 2 : 50 Cent] Life is short baby, be apart of my dreams I own Ferarri horses, my Lambhorgini leans So mean, I have niggas hatin' on me God gave me a gift, Im supposed to be rich Im supposed to ride through the hood and make niggas sick When my homies put in work, they supposed to get it With a piece of chain thick, go and buy em some bricks I aint make that up, this is how its suppose to be kid You should feel like a life, but it gave back bad time When I smile your smile should be as big as mines Girl to know me's to love me, Im one of a kind Even when you hate me you love me, forever your mine [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Your body is callin' me Got me feelin' like a fiend on crack Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? Oh give it (give it) baby (baby) give it (give it) oh baby give it (give it) baby (baby) baby baby (oh baby) what ya gonna give me back your gonna make me fall in love OH

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

(Verse 1 - 50 Cent)
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga
Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger
Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head
Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga
Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy
Now those were the days, where crime really pay
9 milly spray, got the xxxx out the way
The shootout, the shootout
The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast
Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid
Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head
Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time

(Chorus - 50 Cent)
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

(Verse 2 - 50 Cent)
It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades
Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades
E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hood rats to get layed, money to get made
Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich
Woke up broke, gun in my hand

Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram
Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth
Sayin' "I dont get on" Im'a lay a nigga out
Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious
I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace
Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny
Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny
F**k with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy(Chorus - 50 Cent)
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

(Verse 3 - 50 Cent)
I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas
Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas
Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me
My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child
Got my xxx whooped in Spotford but never that now
When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk
Send yo punk xxx to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip
Im take your shit
Thats how the esse's play, for that s.s.k
Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks
Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west
In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest
And you niggas best be on your best behaviours
I was bread for this shit, front Im'a blaze ya(Chorus - 50 Cent)
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
F**k that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about

Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) [Verse 1 : 50 Cent] You wanna dance, let's dance nigga I'll take you to the prom I'm armed, tre pound in my palm I'm calm nigga, my mama made a baby boy The hood made a man, my first 14 grams took that and made a grand I do this, u knew this, I told you pussy You faked your death, hater fuckin comin from pussy I'll have like EE II EE II UH OH, after the fo-fo blow I get low That's how I go like a pro, it's a rap, I'm a ghost And you smoke like a roach, you been clapped And the fact there's no comin' back from that I'm the last of my breed Mo henny, no weed, just my vest and my semi In the back of the Bentley, I'm a nas and a rase I'm there and I'm gone My lawyers are strong, and my money is long So when I'm right, I'm right, and when I'm wrong, I'm right I'lll hit yo ass up right, nigga its nighty night! [Chorus : 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!) [Verse 2 : Tony Yayo] Ayo I'm hotter than a pilot man I catch a body man, Bs an Ks are lyin on the polygram These OGs talk about back in the days I'll have a RIP sign on your Myspace page I'm in ya town nigga Drop ay nigga, GCT coupe in sour grey nigga I'm a 8 nigga, a gorilla in the mist I hold weight nigga, my connects gots bricks That's how it go, you want platinum We still got the same cars, same house, an still fuck the same broads Dreams of fuckin a R&B bitch Damn you look good girl, but get your teeth fixed I'm the Teflon Don boy, i get busy Your next two songs, do the shit with Pretty Ricky 760 drive by like tick With two hoes in the whip lookin like flip Yeah nigga [Chorus : 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) R.I.P. to Tupac (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Nigga roll that good shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) (Here we go!)