Hustler's Ambition .......... 50 Cent

What If .......... 50 Cent

Things Change .......... Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, Spider Loc

You Already Know .......... Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, Young Buck

When Death Becomes You .......... 50 Cent, M.O.P.

Have a Party .......... Nate Dogg, 50 Cent, Mobb Deep,

We Both Think Alike .......... 50 Cent, Olivia

Don't Need No Help .......... Young Buck

Get Low .......... Lloyd Banks

Fake Love .......... Tony Yayo

Window Shopper .......... 50 Cent

Born Alone, Die Alone .......... Lloyd Banks

You a Shooter .......... 50 Cent, Mobb Deep

I Don't Know Officer .......... Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, Mase, Prodigy, Spider Loc

Talk About Me .......... 50 Cent

When It Rains It Pours .......... 50 Cent

Best Friend .......... 50 Cent

I'll Whip Ya Head Boy .......... 50 Cent, Young Buck

[Intro]
Yeah
I need you..
I need you hate hate, so I can use you for your energy, ya know?
Real sh**, feel this

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this Gangsta sh**, they love me
Black tuckers, black scully, leather pelle pelle
I take spit over Ramous sh**, Im'a vandal
Got that silver duct tape on my Tre-8 handle
The women in my life, bring confusion n sh**
So like Nino with New Jack, I holla cancel that bi***
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze
I build an empire on the low the Narks dont know
Im the weather man, I take that Coco leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch me turn that dough
Watch it go, out the do'
O after O, ya know?
Homie, Im just triple beam, dreamin
Niggas be schemin'
I finna live that good life, the fiends are just fiendin'
Conceal my weapon nice n neat, ya just cant see
The Penintentary is definatly out the question for me

[Chorus x 1]
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle
Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you
I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga f*** you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

[Verse 2]
Yeah
I dont know sh** about Gymnastics I somersault bricks
Black talons start flyin', when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the Microwave, niggas cant f*** with me man
My Co-dees call me 'Chef Boy R 50'
Check my logic, smokers dont like seeds in their weed, sh**
Send me them seeds, I grow em what they need
They aint Chia-pet plants in a crib thats chronic
And Im sellin them for 500 a pop, godamnit
I sell anything, Im'a hustler I know how to grind
Step on grapes, put it in water and tell ya its wine
If you analyze me, what you will find
Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind
Its contageous, hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or a spot I'd be that Pope and Prada
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me wherever that dough be
Gettin money man..

[Chorus x 1]
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle
Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you
I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga f*** you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

[Verse 3]
Its a Hustlers Ambition, close ya eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin
The drama means nuttin, its part of the game
Catch me in the Coupe switchin lanes, or in the Jeweler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30BS, to clean VS, rocks that I cop from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, Im full of adrenaline
Play the curve n get nautios, watch when the spinners spin
I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass down to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but Im back n sh**
Pour Crystal in the blender, make a protein shake
Im like the East Coast number one playboy B
Huge Heff will tell ya he aint got sh** on me
The FEDS watch me, icey they cant stop me
Racist, pointin at me look a nigga racchi
Hello!

[Chorus x 1]
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle
Nigga you get in my way while Im tryna get mine, and Ill bump you
I dont care who you run with or where you from, Nigga f*** you
I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle

Intro:
Yaaa....I'm fucking wit this, it's that classy shit, that gansta shit..Yaaa

Chorus:(50 cent)
Man I watch the sun go up and come down, saying what if
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out, saying what if
Homie I play the blocks trying to get my packs off, saying what if
Man if I get a shot I could make it to the top, dam what if

Verse 1(50 cent):
If I got on some pretty boy shit like puffy,
Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldn't love me.
If I wore a suit everyday like Jay Z,
Niggaz would think I bumped my fucking head and went crazy.
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby,
I wouldn't stand a chance to try and sell like Shady.
If I put out bullshit joints like A Z,
everychance Niggaz get they try and play me,
but I move around wit a little 380.
A Nigga try to stunt, a Nigga get spray B.
If I smoke weed all day like Snoop Do,
I'd see the world different through dilated pupils.
If I bust dance moves on you like Usher,
Niggaz would say 50 that ain't Gansta fuck ya.
Man I'mma jus keep doing what I do,
cause Niggaz can't do me better than I do.

Chorus(50 cent):

Verse 2(50 cent):
What if I had Blockbuster flicks like Will Smith,
and all the back pack Niggaz love me like Mose Deaf,
I'd prolly be a cool as Nigga like Ice Cube.
Picture me in a flick right now, looking so cool.
What if I was a littley kei Nigga jus laid back,
Hustlin keep a Homie around, somebody around to hold a Gat.
Man what if Hallie Barry was my next baby's mom,
shit I'd get that child support up wit no problem.
If I caught a case and jumped bail, I'd get caught
cause I'm that Nigga everbody know from New York.
What if I was a new rap Nigga you didn't know,
you'd be sayin "damn that kid got a sick flow".
What if I jus Cruized through your hood on 22's, bumping
Curtis Matfield or Marvin so smooth
and if I let the top down on the ???
that would make you sick to your stomach I'm sure.

Chorus(50 cent):

[Thanks to ultimatebrother@hotmail.com for lyrics]

[50 Cent (Chorus)]
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

[Spider Loc (Verse)]
All money aint good money, this i know
But i still love hood money, i gets my dough
And as a youngster, that nigga went through so much church
That still turned out f***ed up, i did so much dirt
Told to bang the neighbourhood, i put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasnt done on purpose
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
I was stuck on that bullsh** jus runnin' the streets
Without some type of beef, the week wasnt complete
Its like a nigga felt better after dumpin this heat
On feet, just to see the body slumped in the seat
Its like a whole 'nother rush to me, bussin' was sweet
Now im smarter, im all about something to eat
Im on the road spend 30 days a month in the suite
But im still gon' hustle and cheat, Lets Go Now!

[50 Cent (Chorus)]
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

[Lloyd Banks(Verse)]
Yeah, uh..
Now walkin down the block without your weapon
Its a first class ticket to a lesson (uh huh)
I first cast tickets to perfection, me and Ben got a connection (yeah)
Thats why i bring the Benz out to impress him (yeah)
Caught in my zone, all alone, homes rattlin' my bones
Cuz he yappin' off his lips and if i hit him i be wrong
Cuz he aint never gon' be sh**, i done work so hard
But i will make you a corn of the cob, you be performin for God
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
Bet you never thought for a second niggaz would pull your cards
I dont know about y'all star, cuz my nigga gone
H.P tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin in drama without your llama
There'll be funeral arrangements for your momma
I learnd that when i was in pajamas watchin Micheal and Madonna
Now i got the appetite of a piranna, nigga

[50 Cent (Chorus)]
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

[Spider Loc (Verse)]
Haha.. Haha
When nobody knows all the walls you go through
You cant even talk to those that supposedly know you
Some of the levels that these people'll go to, for drugs
Damn tell me, is this what that dough do?
Thats when you find yourself talkin to ??road dudes??
Theres not to many people who ever can walk in Loc shoes
Its good as hell that my heart contains
I explain, so many different parts of pain
Im clean, but still some marks remain
From the past, when that crushed weed sparks to brang
The cash made some people start to change
I feel hate when i pulled up and parked the range
Ya damn right i got rich, but my heart the same
And practice makes perfect with the harder aim
You aint really got the heart to bang
You aint start to hang, till you find out our cards are changed..

[50 Cent (Chorus)]
Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

Nigga, things change
They dont stay the same
Now watch me come up
I hustle, i hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem

[Thanks to mrfreestyle50@yahoo.com for lyrics]

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
Fo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find me
Wherever there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them their bigger
Cross us, your on somethin we bare niggaz
Yeah nigga here trigga teflon chest gone G's up
Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than ever
Dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather
I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Cause were always focused we move around with the toasters
Push the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin in Gucci Loafers
Stuntin in Testerossas, stylin in front of vultures
Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us, and do all type of shit to us
Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be
Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keys
We move from bundles to D sippin on Hennessy
Buck rollin the trees, Banks countin the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, aw that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple X, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, I'm tight my money long though
You lookin for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin for

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I'm out on bond but the forty still on me
Bouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies
Watch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
I keep on losin shootin dice and I'm sick of this shit
Clientele still poppin so the junkies keep comin
And my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin money
On thgis block till the sun drop I don't have a home
I do not stop, sellin rocks, thug till I'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes probably full of tatooes
'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
Tell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the West
Just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'm a do nigga

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

Intro
Hahahahahaaa
Yeah Nigga
The Smoke of New York
Get up Come On
Ah

50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame..
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field

Verse 1
Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth
when you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die
like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
im a legend in the town, Nowww
since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town
nigga see me dummin' im comin clutchin the pound
dont worry about my whereabouts
we air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes
the pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
-th-th-th thats what's up
you too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
Fif put in the call.
we ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes

50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame.
So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field

Verse 2
You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer!
copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
niggaz dont give a fuck
i seen a nigga shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfuckin face
see in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet
when your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
slugs aint never outta season
all you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
blood stains on the ceilin'
same place he stood, thats what they leave um
dont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun
cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
you know the drill
i'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not chark
1 Fuck that. 3 gunshots Ah bitch! Rest in bits

50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon ride or you gon' die tonight..
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field

50 Cent Intro-
This is how we do it, when we do it
like we just wanna tear the club up
we do it like there aint nothin to it
the way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up!
Lets Go!

Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

50 Cent Verse-
You cant body the kid, you know how i rock
went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top
so the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right
mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton's
i splurge with it, im so absurd with it
got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan' go spend it
you know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin'
if theres money to be made, i'm all in
catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and
you want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then
tattoo's on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm
cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don
first night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit
third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch
success is much of a choice, im high off life
another move, another mill, lets get right aight..

Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

Havoc Verse-
You can catch me cockin' the fifth, got me rockin' with Fif
now that's ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent
got my niggaz movin' them bricks, it dont stop
in a million dollar deal homie get that glock
see dudes get comfy, money aint long 'nough
spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up
Ma i got a fetish, fuckin' in them porsche trucks
Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her
y'all in to wifin', we ??could throw?? wife in
only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license
shot high prices, shook all vices
imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip
10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless
anything less, we rollin' them dices
nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin' my shit
shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth??

Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy..

Prodigy Verse-
Listen..
You couldn't ??out-pay?? P or VIP
my wrist could buy a bitch a PHD
my Range alone could pay for you to eat
for the next few years i'm so icey kid
my flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
my tattoo's could hit you with the thug ??hard flow??
my attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money
when we get back to Queen's we gon' hurt you
cant afford to ride, you gettin' stomped out
i got a team of dimes they all dogged out
ray the line, you up and take you out
my girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
you can hear your drawers lookin' like the Mexican
after the lil' shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil' bit
you so stupid, we so much rich
and who braggin', im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like

Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!

Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on
Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let's do it all night
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on
Heyyyy...

50 Cent (Olivia) Intro-
Yeah..
50..
Olivia..
We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike)

50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus-
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

50 Cent Verse-
I'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about shit that you know
i'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows
i be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough
you know if it aint the flow then it come from the O's
plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes
every hood every city all the gangstaz know
front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho
i make it hot when its 20 motherfuckin' below
see with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow
when the champagne finished baby order some more
keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor
the way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke??
if you ready to roll shorty we could just roll
when you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh)
see everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh)
so when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh)

50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus-
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

50 Cent Verse-
Now look i know you into the shiny things
the platinum chains and the diamond rings
the 24 inch chrome on the range
i see you in your projects buy your window payin'
now shorty me and you we came up the same
the fact before rap i ain't have a thing
i hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change
i mean i got money out that ass mayne
when niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin'
cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um
stick him with the ???? or just slash 'um
now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um
but back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang
first its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh)
we leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh)
and get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh)

50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus-
Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh)
i wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh)
if ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh)
then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh)

[Thanks to ultimatebrother@hotmail.com for lyrics]

[Intro]
Yeahhh...
Whooo Whooo.. Whooo Whooo..
Haha..
Fuck Tha Police!

[Verse]
Think about it every time you bitches come around (yeah)
Either we runnin' or we layin' on the fuckin' ground (come on)
Just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club
They called the ambulance and y'all dan't even show up (bang)
Oh let me tell you about La Ricky when he took his bullets (ok)
You want the trigger man, y'all was the ones that pull it (oh)
Thats why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis
Before he let you cowards kill him, he just came and sprayed it (come on)
Now what you wan' do (whooo whooo), bitch I got a gun too (whooo, whooo)
We gon' keep on sendin' shots (whooo, whooo), everytime y'all come through (whooo, whooo)
Got the nerve to tell him nigga put his hands up
And beat him to the ground (yeah), when they put the boy in handcuffs

[Chorus]
Fuck, Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
Even if I beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
And to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
We dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)

Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)

[Verse]
We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid (come on)
Whoever was the pigs we would go and split his wig (haha)
And as the years passed, niggaz only got worse
Jumped in to the game, shit, gotta protect our turf (what up nigga)
We had enough of gettin' handcuffed and pulled over
We started tryin' knock they heads off they fuckin' shoulders (boom)
Now where my soliders at, get ready for combat
Im livin' like them niggaz that dunn went to Vietnam, hey (G-Unit!)
So if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
The whole force of police, is what they gon' need (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
One of a kind, I'm the last of a dying breed
Even the one that was before me, he was sayin'..

[Chorus]
Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
Even if I beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
And to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
We dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)

Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)

[Outro]
When I'm in New York, I'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When I'm in Tennessee, I'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When I'm out in LA nigga WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)

[Thanks to milan006@freemail.hu, jeli908@yahoo.com for lyrics]

[Intro]
Uh..
Yeah..
I like the way you do that shorty (shorty)
Now can you do somethin' for me (uh)
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty (uh)
Now can you do somethin' for me

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Yeah..
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon
And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um
Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum
Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind um
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion
Another bad bitch half black and italian
I dont know if she likes me or my medallion
You think i give a fuck, i'm just tryna get a nut
I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up
Im fresh out the hood, but fuck it its all good
Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe i'll do you
A favour and walk you outside, rightt

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Naa, i aint ever aite pussy before
But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she cant be a angel this bitch is a fraud
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford
As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm
Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don
But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song
Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if they got somethin' behind um
Im high as hell, pussy drunk when i climb in
How a nigga unfortunate i'm in

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn, she musta got that from her momma
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama
Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet
She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak
Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep
Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap
I'm so fly, but you already know that i
Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy
But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i
He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy
All ride in the U.F.O i drive

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low! (low, low, [echoes])
BANKS

[Thanks to GunitStoner65@aol.com for lyrics]

[Intro]
My life..
My life..
My life..
My life..

[Tony Yayo Intro]
Yeah..
Yeah..
Yeah..

[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend

[Verse]
50 got Yayo gettin' all this cash
Now all these Yes men wanna kiss my ass
But back in the street you aint help me re-up
Locked up, i had court dates, you never showed up
What the fuck, tell me what you grinnin' at nigga
If i get killed, my stash, you spendin' that nigga
Some people want nutin' outta life
And some people want it all, let's ball
I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppin'
Saphire watch, got your jaw droppin'
When i move that 8th, you were 7 gram coppin'
You ain't happy for me, you hope that the Feds watchin'
I aint stoppin, homie i'm number one
Why you schemin' on me, i'm plain and dumb
So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip
I'ma pull out first, and let off my clip, Take That!

[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend

[Verse]
Now your man ain't your man if he extortin' you nigga
And your man ain't your man if he shortenin' you nigga
Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons
When your money's gone, thats when them hoes gon'
Fake love is when a nigga sets you up
How he knew about your chain when your ching was tucked
You know the type that rats you out, sell you out
Get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out
You got a brand new whip, your shit is lovely
Yeah it's aight, but its rims is ugly
Fake friends, show fake love
You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club
Fake love..

[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homie give you dap
Smile in your face but he wants your ass clapped
Fake love..
Fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love..
Fake love's when your friend fuck your bitch
Don't think with his head only think with his dick
Fake love..
So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends
Dont show no love, don't pretend

[Thanks to GunitStoner65@aol.com, shade_soulja@hotmail.com for lyrics]

[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better

[Chorus]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'

[Chorus]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watson, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at the magarane so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way (yeah)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (whooooo)

[Verse]
Uh..
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
Too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
A hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
A million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!)
You handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you
All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh)
Stick the heaters through, so we can party good
Rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood
The Boywonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
The booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh)
You movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs
I'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words
I'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips
You flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)

[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!)

[Verse]
Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why)
Outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue)
All i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh)
Ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are
Album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha)
Income is my chain. stash box is my watch (huh)
You fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh)
All i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight
Cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
And i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine
Gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine
Drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time
Stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit
Why don't you get off my dick... Bitch!

[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself
So i don't need no friends (uh huh)
I rather have it this way (uh)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh)
I rather have it that way
It's ok, it's ok

[Outro]
It's ok nigga..
I don't need no friends..
I got money.. Hahaha
G-UNit...!!!

[Thanks to GunitStoner65@aol.com for lyrics]

[Havoc Intro]
Yeah

[50 Cent Intro]
Oh Yeah..
What the fuck you lookin at shorty?!
Hahaha...
You don't want it lil' nigga..

[50 Cent Chorus]
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'

[Havoc Verse]
Niggaz ain' nuttin' but cloud killaz fo' real
Im down with the unit for the gorillaz fo' real
Go bananas if you want (ooh ohh) gettin' pill
Y'all shoot cuz he shoot, we do this for real
Clap me'z a motherfucker, make more mills
Cash me a cheque, cop more wheels
Shorty you a bad bitch a good ass steal
Now hop up on this dil's and smeer that lip gloss
Me and P share bitches like we switch Porsche
My hammer navigate B, Hummer don't get lost
Boy, the desert eagle have dat whole shit ripped off
We get that gwop cuz we make
Shit to pop heavy rotation that shit flop
Wont stop til we get, to that top
If that gun too far then you will get oxed
Y'all niggaz aint real ya just talk a lot

[50 Cent Chorus]
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'

[Prodigy Verse]
If you killa then kill somethin'
You talkin' all day, frontin'
Killin' nutin you niggaz iz real gay
See me shinin', mad diamonds now what can i say
I'm a megastar never thought it be this way
Niggaz fightin' for the bottom, i feel your pain
I'm at the top and i'm never cumin' back again
'xcept for when i come to scoop lil' shorty good brains
Out the hood, you see me in your hood, dont play
I open up your head and expose your brain
Its not a joke or a game
And i ain't tryna advance my rap lines, please believe what i say
I'm a mob nigga, nigga i do this all day
Hit the weed hit the gas on a landscape
See me cummin' through the club, get outta my way
You don't know me, man get outta my face
'for i flip, no shit, niggaz get sprayed

[50 Cent Chorus]
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'

[Thanks to GunitStoner65@aol.com, ultimatebrother@hotmail.com for lyrics]

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass

[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin all I know who givin
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary
All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When theb album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin

[Chorus: Spider Loc]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise
Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep

[Chorus: Ma$e]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Verse 5: Ma$e]
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do

[Intro]
Yeah! Ha Ha!

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 1]
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land
That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 2]
Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz
Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him
Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right
I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
I don't know why but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 4]
Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood we fucked up
Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat
You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit
He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[Verse 5]
That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock
You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
I taught him what it takes, to go this far
Boy I'm the reason you are what you are

[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me

[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's 50
One shot, one kill, what's the deal
Yeah, what's the deal

[Chorus]
Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and tallids, when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggaz ain't playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, when it rains it pours
End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours

[Verse 1]
Ain't nothin' changed, niggaz doin' the same ol' shit
Them new hollow tips in them same ol' clips
In the projects, niggaz fuck with the same ol' chicks
And some how, they still think that they game is so sick
Now from the rip, niggaz know I'm 'bout my grip
I don't trick, man I barely even feed a bitch
She say I'm stingy, I say, "I don't need you bitch"
Go 'head leave, see if I chase you, shit!
Tell yo' mammy, I catch her in the streets I'ma get her
She know I'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga?
She just mad, 'cause a nigga pockets on swole
When she ask to borrow some, I say hell naw!
I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
To keep yo' mind on yo' money
And don't trust no bitch
Keke hit high notes, when them kids came
But her ass kinda fat, so niggaz treat her the same
This is real

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot
When homocide outside, nigga I'm not
This the third time them niggaz done circled the block
It's money out now yeah, but damn it's hot
They'll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale
They say, "tell us who caught the body, or you goin' to jail"
Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
And say what's happenin' to the captain
And say what's up to the sarge
Fuck bein' in a cage man, that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk, drinkin' wild irish rose on the curb
I know a spot full of niggaz tryin' to bet a few bucks
Hopin they number come out, they can have 'em some luck
?? Ace to the duece, and stumbled off mad
Lost his re-up money man, that's all he had
Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars
And do pull up's in the park, on the monkey bars
Mad as fuck

[Chorus]
*Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off, while it thunders and rains*

[Intro]
Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
WOO!!!

[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend

[Verse 1]
First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin
I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your gair
For me a different scenery just mean a different position
In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine
If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly

[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend

[Verse 2]
While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
I get into you, after I take off my clothes
Girl I been into you, mentally long before

[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend

50 Cent Chorus-
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

50 Verse 1-
2 niggas in the front, 2 niggas in the back
thats 4 niggas ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
the voice in my head say fuck all these niggas
then i start thinkin', i should rob all these niggas
man my homies then wan' do whateva i wan' do
i say i wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on first street
with the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
i run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who i is
i got a full clip and niggaz know i get biz

50 Cent Chorus-
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

50 Cent Verse-
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
i hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe
but she don't know it, damn, ok we'll wait
i play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
you was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
in the hood shit is lovely until it go bad .stlyrics
now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
when i'm not in the jam, i write in my hand

50 Cent Chorus-
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

Young Buck Verse-
I got, his homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
we ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
she askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
im takin' everythang, jewellry i want it all
duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
so ask Satan if he got a car that i can borrow
im inpatient like a money hungry rap star
i jack him for his chain and i can get a new Jaguar
the mack i have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
and i'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
march nigga steff, right nigga lef'
G-Unit soldier i'm thuggin' till my death

50 Cent Chorus-
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steel
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you could cock up your pill
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Thanks to shade_soulja@hotmail.com for lyrics]