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50 Cent

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50 Cent is the Future
6/1/2002

1. U Should Be Here
2. Bump Dat Street Mix
3. Banks Workout
4. Whoo Kid Kayslay Shit!
5. Just Fuckin' Around
6. G-Unit Soliders
7. Got Me a Bottle
8. Tony Yayo Explosion
9. Clue/50
10. A Little Bit of Everything U.T.P.
11. Cutmaster C Shit
12. Call Me
13. 50/Banks
14. Surrounded By Hoes
15. G-Unit That's What's Up
16. Bad News
17. I Smell Pussy

7. Got Me a Bottle

[Chorus]
We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do
Long as I can spend the whole night with you

Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle)
Bacardi drinkin' (got me a bottle)
Smirnoff sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut shorty (got me a bottle)
Tangueray sippin' (got me a bottle)
Absolut drinkin' (got me a bottle)
E&J sippin' (got me a bottle)
Champaigne drinkin' (got me a bottle)

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin' tipsy off a bottle of Bacardi
Wit' a model at a party
I got kids, but mommy gon' be swallowin' pro'lly
See I always get my way girlfriend, I'm spoiled bad
Keep my hydro stashed in a Crown Royal bag
Your performance will determine the price
See if you fuckin' to champaigne, but if not it's Smirnoff Ice
And 9 times outta 10, I was pissy when I was with you
But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
That ain't got a care in the world
I'm fin' to drink this motherfucker right here till I hurl
Admit it, I'm that motherfuckin' nigga you lovin'
New York nigga, soundin' like I'm straight up southern
What bitch, don't try to play me close to see what I'm drinkin'
Yeah I'm rich, I ain't a trick, what the fuck are you thinkin'
I'm some type a nigga that ain't 'bout that money man
If I smack you in your face you get funny man
Ha ha

[Chorus]

8. Tony Yayo Explosion

[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo)
Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or 1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)

[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!

9. Clue/50

Yeah nigga
We gonna smoke this motherfucker right here, right
We gonna smoke this shit
And I'ma drink a lot a water
And I'ma take Golden Seal, so my PO don't find out
I'm smoking this shit, aight?

Yo, niggas wouldn't rob Frankie if they had the chance
Wasn't cause of him it was cause of his man Lance
Frankie cut crack
Lance hold the Mac
If fiends fuck with Frankie's pac's
Lance cut the crack heads blocked up
Thought he was locked up
Came thru stuntin' wit his wrist all rocked up
Shoulda seen him smile, missin' the tooth
Coupe missin the roof
He like "What up, 50?"
I'm like "What up with you"
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Red Firm
At the dice game, he rolled ahead, crapped in the crack
I'm like "Nah, I ain't paying for that! Nigga, shoot it back"
Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook
I don't give a fuck who he shot out in Red Hook
Asked him about ??
Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand and sold my Mac for
seven grand (Fuckin' crazy)
The man was crazy I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch

Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga

Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you, nigga
Shoot that nigga, 50!

10. A Little Bit of Everything U.T.P.

11. Cutmaster C Shit

[Intro]
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) [gun cocks] I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop

[Verse 1]
G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new
I'm not that nigga, in your video
I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the low
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
I'm not that nigga, that you think you know
I walk around with a big four four
You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog
I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door
(What up bitches)

[Verse 2]
Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah)
Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo)
Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The older niggas really wasn't feelin' the kid
Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib
But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled
Back then niggas yousta call me boo
In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and clappin' then
Country left, strange shit started happenin'
Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
Money turns boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again

[Verse 3]
Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga
Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doin' good
Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels"
I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin'
I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
(oh yeah, let me hold somethin')
Nigga you high or somethin'
I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine

[Outro - 50 Cent talking]
Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga
You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya
Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang
You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it
And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that
In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now
Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha)
Sit tight nigga I'm comin'
You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD!
My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zone

12. Call Me

13. 50/Banks

14. Surrounded By Hoes

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Everywhere I'm at everywhere I go, I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when I'm tryin to be on the low, I'm recognized by hoes
Man, its gotta be cause of the dough, its got to be cause of the dough
Cause the game sure wasn't like this before, it wasn't like this before

[Verse One]
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should see how they react when I come through the door
In the club my niggaz, we fittin to ball out
Drink till we fall out
Some shit jump off, nigga we goin all out
Shots big enough to tear the fuckin wall out
I'll have your punk ass on the dance floor tryin to crawl out
I had bad luck, then my luck changed up
You see the Range, you see the rims all blinged up
You ain't hear what I charge for 16, I'm makin a killin
These other rap niggaz just catching feelings

[Chorus]

Haha, yeah
Yeah that's it nigga, what the fuck you thought
I ain't giving niggaz more than 16 for a motherfuckin freestyle
The fuck you want for free man
Ya'll niggaz be wanting a lot for free man
Fuck them other niggaz, other niggaz can't rap
That's why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing man
You know what I mean
Fuck that shit man, I ain't gonna sit there rappin to you all night
Haha, the fuck man
Hey yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork
We work hard nigga
50 Cent

15. G-Unit That's What's Up

[ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
and Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)

[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)

I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang

[ 50 Cent ]
Uh, yeah, my chain is so heavy (heavy), I think it's necessary (necessary)
For me to talk about all of the stones in my resi (stones in my resi, YEAH)
I used to push a Chevy (uh huh), about to cop a Bentley (what)
And stun on these niggaz 'till my tank on empty (tank on empty)
This gangsta shit is in me (in me), the money I got plenty (plenty)
I still hustle, but I don't cop jewels from any (any)
I know a stripper named Jenny (Jenny)
I marked a nigga named Vinny (Vinny)
I ain't in on many (many), a CEO named Giddy (Giddy)
50 is so witty, 50 is so high (high)
50 got the fuckin' hood on lock (lock, what)

[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)

I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang

[ Lloyd Banks ]
When I'm knockin' you down, no one can save ya, from the other side of the door
It sounds like you going through this (AH) before (AH)
My passport is valid, so I'm goin' through Asia
Flyin' through Paris, stoppin' in Britain, shoppin' and shittin' (YEAH)
If you ain't jumpin' off of the truck, you walkin'
We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks (Rosa Parks)
My name papi, so I'm higherin' the price
Bitch about to make enough money, to buy you a life (OH)

[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)

I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang

[ Tony Yayo ]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yo, I got so many hoes, that my pimp game natural (uh huh)
The only time I don't fuck, is in the AIDS capital (YEAH)
Look at the watch, you have a hard time seein' it
I got so many rocks, they have a hard time breathin' (C'MON)
See the cross on my neck?
Hoes want to know what's the course on my neck (course on my neck)
First she said no, now she almost said yes (almost said yes)
Now we in the telly, and we both butt nak, workin' up a sweat (sweat, sweat)

[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I'm doin' my thang (haha)

I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang

[ Outro - 50 Cent talking ]
Yeah nigga (yeah nigga)
You know it's me when I'm cruisin' through your motherfuckin' hood
And shit nigga, Don't try to act like you don't know it me
And shit, You know what I'm sayin'?
I didn't put no tints on the motherfucker
So you could see me nigga
If I'm gonna spend $125,000 on some wheels
I want you to get a good look nigga (haha uh)
Yeah, look at me, look at the license plate
The license plate say: "Get one nigga" (haha)
Can you get one nigga?

16. 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
40 Kal's in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news

[Lloyd Banks]
I think little man mad cause I'm flossin' bad
I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk round here that the horses have
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don't really like to exercise but I'll push up on a bitch
Y'all sweet like 99 bananas
That's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I'm just a playa that found out where the cokes know
That's why I'mma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y'all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the 5th grade
that's why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony's back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please
3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time
5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep
8th meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
9th rule don't say shit cause Po-Po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the 10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading

[Chorus]
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
I don't like you, you don't like me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)

[50 cent]
Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level's high nigga can't tell
Licking my lips at yo' bitch like I'm L L
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, “Cent got money”, and I got shot
You so much pressure on me when you compare me to Pac
I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don't matter
I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter
my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
you scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play with my check
I come through with my knife cut that vein on ur neck (YEAH!)

17. I Smell Pussy

son you smell that whats that I smell pussy is that you irv I smell pussy is that
you ja I smell pussy is that you blay I smell pussy is that you tah y'all niggas is pussy I 'm
fallin out nigga watch me a'int notin you can do to stop me you niggas get so emotional you
remind me of my bitch its not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe but she does
not understand catch attitudes when I leave her like being on probation making it harder for me
to except her as my own she tries to tie up my phone and I 'm not at home her probably out tryin
to bone anything in the street I let her know she can leave I a'int tryin yo tie her up but see
its hard to fuck with somebody after she touches me mami I 'm not your regular nigga I know the
game but I don't play by the rules I 'm focusin on my moves that way I 'll never lose see I can
tell by your shoes your attracked to bently's with 22's you say I confuse you play little tricks
with your head catchin feelins ever since the first time I slept in your bed I 'm not here to tease
you mislead you or mess up your dreams I cant say I love you I dont know what that means I 'ma pimp

[Chorus:]
girl you know I like it when you climb on top leg muscles feels tighter got her in a
head lock you know I love the way yo make the bed rock take me to extasy withouy takin extasy
[repeat]

[verse 2:]
when I first met her did anything to get to get paid all her bills and filled the fridgerator
remunisin onlate nights but could'nt get off cause your baby would stay up she even crashed the
whip tryin to switch in the third lne thats when I realized this bitch was a bird brain a
pidgeon writin her baby pops in the box in theprison singsing is where he biddin she in the
gucci tights and findi high heals baby wipes and cans of infamil moter bike and grams of fish
scale its a 9 to 5 niggas with no frills turnin young niggas with princables to old men with
debts and all the prank calls was death threats that bitch had the best sex all across the globe
and the bitch head game was out of control

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
I 'm wonderin when I 'm gone will you miss me or will you miss the don perion and the cristy I 'm
fuckin with you I 'm feelin your shape I 'm fellin your eyes later on I 'm feelin your ass and
feelin your thighes sweet heart your book smart and street smart I knew you was my type from the
very very start I 'm into toungue kissin and four play all day mama a'int home so te noise is
okay o.d.b you know he like it the raw way latex safe sex no hicheson theneck now you learnin
the lords blessin makes me wiser as the world turns my toungue touch the right spot have your
toes curlin wether we're just kickin it or sexin I 'm a pro baby girl I spit game to perfection
so when niggas make mistakes I correct them and when niggas get out of line I check them man

yeah don't think I forgot about your farass though irv runnin around takin pictures like you
puff daddy and the family mothafucka that bitch charli baltimore look like she died last week
pale as fuck paint her hair red think she gone sell records tryin to impersonate pink and shit
punk ass mothafuckas all you mothafuckas get wrote on nigga a'int no leave her alone cause she a
bitch fuck that niggas fuck all of it but not you a'shanti baby come on come here girl come on
give me some love girl fuckirv gotti you know how me and you do baby [laughs] you know they say
im sexy now hey irv your mama got a thing for me