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Clue Shit!
[ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]. You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like. yeah, I told her I write music for a living. And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent.
Changes
All I'm hearing is Jimmy want my shit to flop. Dre don't care if I blow. God damn, all this from fucking selling headphones. Chris died, Theo didn't show up to a nigga wake.
Ching
I hustle. then I got that ching ching ching. then I bought my bling bling bling. that's how I got your fucking bitch on my dick. . I hustle. then I got that ching ching ching.
Catch Me In The Hood
Yea, 50cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo. . (Lloyd Banks). This rap shit plays a major part in my life. She looked for jack but realize that i got the ride.
Call Me
[Chorus]. (Call me) Why you naggin' me?. (Call me) Girl you houndin' me (yo why you houndin' me). (Call me) Why you harassin' me?. I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck.
Casualties Of War
[50 Cent]. Disrespectful. Anything, I let you breathe. Now you're dead. . [Chorus: 50 Cent]. There's no room without casualties. End up in a wake when you fuck with me.
Bring My Bottles
If you in this VIP. And you ain't spending no money get the fuck out. We need them bottles. Sparkle something. . Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof.
Bump Dat Street Mix
New shit. Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon. . Bump dat, niggas try to stunt on my click. Then when I get on that shit. I bring it to 'em where they pump at 12 Gauge mashberg.
Betta Ask Somebody
I, know, you, know. I'm, on, fire. . If, you don't know, who I be. You better ask somebody about me. Oh, you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough. I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga.
Big Body Benz
Remember when nigga used to pay bingo?. Like yo man, bingo man, that's my call for real. . Killers don't have no conscience, blat, won't think about it.
Banks Workout
I hear a lotta talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks. But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks. Nigga yous front you gon get shot down. .
Banks Workout Part Ii
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks. . 50 Cent chorus:. nobody get hurt and nobody don't move just give it up smooth G UNIT. Motherfucker you move,I'll flash my 2 and blast my 2 G UNIT.
Beg For Mercy
G G G, G G G-Unit. No peace talks, no white flags. No mercy, I'm getting yo ass. . [50 Cent]. Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toasters.
Ballin'
Until God calls for me. I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin'. To my niggas and my bitches looking down on me. I know y'all see me when I'm ballin'. You know I got to keep ballin'.
Bad News
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news. Tony Yayo in the house, bad news. 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news. Tray pound's in the house, bad news.
Baby U Got
[50 Cent]. G-Unit!. . [Chorus: x2 50 Cent]. Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want. Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need. Now shake that thing.
Back Seat/tony Yayo
[50 Cent]. Now play my Tony Yayo shit. . Yeah, 50 Cent. G-Unit. Remix. Tony Yayo. We gonna do it again. . [Hook: repeat 2X]. Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe.
Angels
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if I die it was meant to be He might send for y'all before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you don't need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need I shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck! you can shoot me down as long as I keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-are-E Hook x2.
Angels (instrumental Version)
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if I die it was meant to be He might send for y'all before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you don't need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need I shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck! you can shoot me down as long as I keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-are-E Hook x2.
Ahhh Shit
I'm minding my business officer, I'm minding my business. Please just leave me alone. I told you the last time, please leave me alone. . (We want the officer who did the choke.
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