50 Cent


Lyrics


The Massacre
2005

01. Intro
02. In My Hood
03. This Is 50
04. I'm Supposed to Die Tonight
05. Piggy Bank
06. Gatman and Robbin'
07. Candy Shop
08. Outta Control
09. Get in My Car
10. Ski Mask Way
11. Baltimore Love Thing
12. Ryder Music
13. Disco Inferno
14. Just a Lil Bit
15. Gunz Come Out
16. My Toy Soldier
17. Position of Power
18. Build You Up
19. God Gave Me Style
20. So Amazing
21. I Don't Need 'Em
22. Hate It or Love It (G- Unit Remix)

 

01. Intro

[Background music]
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas
What up, Blood? [What]
What up, Cuz? [What]
What up, Blood? [What]
What up, Gangstaaa?

[Girl Reading Mail At Mail Box]
To all my fans, Love 50 Cent, [giggle] Happy Valentines Day, hmm

[Guns Shooting]
[Girl Screaming]
[Guns Shells Emptying Hitting Ground]


02. In My Hood

Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat
Yall niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds - ya ass ain't gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside motherfucker
Where them gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
Niggas'll eat cha ass up cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass
I wanna fuck - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor and my handgun
My pistol in da trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...

[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
And niggas juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood

I dont trust a motherfuckin soul
When the D's come they fold
On my first case they told
Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya face
Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to race
Cuz a robbery can turn into a homi-case
Cooperate or doc'll have to operate
Becuz I pop you run a light than pop at jake
Trust me son, niggas'll go on for they cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These niggas be dummin
Shots go off at the dice game
All you see is them runnin
That make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck am supposed to eat when its hot

[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
And niggas juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood

The house party off the hook
Until them shots go off
Well thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
Shit, bitch get outta pocket -
She needs some discipline
Peep the feins shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
Blaaow... You know not to do good now

[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
And niggas juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood In My Hood


03. This Is 50

[Chourus]
I, dont' know what you take me for
I, really don't play that shit
I, ain't got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit

I got a ichy, ichy trigger finger nigga it's killing me, not to spray this shit
I got enough amo shots to blow and put a hole in any mothaf**ka, out this bitch
I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose you gonna be strong enough to, take this shit
I'm in the hoopt ridin' round with a chrome four pound can you see through the, limozine tints
I do dirt the gat bust I get to kickin' up dust before the jakes come around, here kid
Niggas get knocked the D's start askin' questions my name end up in all types, of shit
I be a gangsta nigga till I die for sure weather I'm poor or I'm, filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

[Chourus]
I, dont' know what you take me for
I, really don't play that shit
I, ain't got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit

Now I gotta have shoes you know chrome 22 everytime I get a, brand new whip
I rode around in a 5 till my money got ragged then I went back, and got that sex
I'm in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day I called up the milk truck, and shit
I have your hoe eyeballin' at the light Damn Pimpin' you should take time and check, that Benz
So I'm ridin' through the hood actin' like it's all good but I'm lookin' for a joax?, and shit
In the middle of the night you could turn on your life, find me and my niggas, in your crib
Nigga holla if there's a problem and your niggas got drama I got burners for sale, and shit
Got them Macs, got them 9's, got them Techs. full of dime, hollow tips and them extra clips

[Chourus]
I, dont' know what you take me for
I, really don't play that shit
I, ain't got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit

Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over, everything about me being gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over, I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over, they can't hustle without leavin' me shit
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over, you don't listen you gonna get your ass hit

This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah


04. I'm Supposed to Die Tonight

[Chorus]
All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they talkin like shit`s okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
Gun smokin, straight lockin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight

This is nothing new, i been in this position before
Grandma crib, Niggas outside of her door
Different day same shit, old mack new clip
32 hollow tips gloves no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but nigga's never show no respect
I catch em slippin, I have em tongue kissin my tech-
One come test me pussy boy dont try it
Police response never fast enough the shots fired
Dont be stupid, find out who you fuckin with son
Before we find out where your bitch get her hair and nails done
It's elementary.... life is but a dream
You know row row your boat your blood forms a stream
After you get hit you should'a thought about the shit
You took that paper you take a life or your life get took bitch
Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle
dont know if I'm god's child or satans angel

Chorus]
All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they talkin like shit`s okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
Gun smokin, straight lockin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight


In 2002 if you ask me to make a wish
I simply would'a wished my music would be the hit
Big said damn nigga's wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall I understand it all
But me I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are I'm gonna have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit that wild wild west shit
If 81 want karats stones in my necklace
I shine so so hard I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go they feel me
I know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real b
I dont talk that rich shit but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play and my mob aint wit me
You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver wit me
Homeboy frontin on me will shortin your life span
Hold the mic with my left my knife in my right hand (YEAH!)

Chorus]
All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they talkin like shit`s okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
Gun smokin, straight lockin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight

[Gunshots]


05. Piggy Bank

Chorus
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank

[Hook]
I'll get at you
my knife cut ya skin
I'll get at you
blow shots at ya man
I'll get at you
2pac dont pretend
I'll get at you
I'll put that to an end

Verse 1:
That shit is old, dont be screamin Get At me dawg
Have you runnin for ya life when i match ya boy,
I get to wavin that semi like its legal,
a lil nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle,
you know me, black on black bentley, big ol black 9
ill clap yo monkey ass,yea black on black crime.
Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine.
Im in the hood, in the drop, teflon vinyl top
got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I dont hear no shots?
that fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "in the club",
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud.
Jada don't fuck wit me if u wanna eat,
cause I'll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep.
Yea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals,
but thats only in New York dog, yo ass is local.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money

Verse 2:
Banks' shit sells, Buck's shit sells, Game shit sells,
Im rich as hell.
Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell,
he dont want it wit me, he in PC.
I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank,
for just a few pennies out my piggy bank.
Yayo, bring the condoms, im in room 203
freak bitch look like kim, before the surgery
its an emergency, on Michael Jackson, see
you'll pitch her and say she looks like me,
Kelis say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm.
Im way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz,
First thing they say about u, you's a sucka for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots,
After ya next move, I'll give ya what I got. (YEEAH)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Hook 2]
I'll get at you
I puch out your grill
I'll get at you
Let out that blue steel
I'll get at you
Nigga I'am fo' real
I'll get at you
Get your ass killed

YEAH YEAAA! HAHAHA, Yall niggas gotta do somethin now man
all the shoot em up shit yall be talkin
you gotta do somethin baby!
I mean, i mean cmon man..everybody's listenin
nigga, everybody listenin!
hahahaha, I know you aint gonna let 50 do you like that
i mean, damn, rep yo hood nigga
nigga you hard, right?
pop off
Yayo, get Mobs & them niggas on the phone tell them niggas i said to clip up,
niggas got a green light on these mufuckas.. hahahahaha


06. Gatman and Robbin'

[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I'm on my way

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I got a gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
This ain't Batman

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I'll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I'll leave no witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I react like an animal,and tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
But bein' a little off, land me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
Hamma cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Danger, anger will change ya
And make ya aim there and squeeze

[Chorus 50 Cent]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman

[Verse 2- Eminem]
Mothafucka, you retarded you touch 50
I'll leave you dearly departed
We're walkin' away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I said we're walkin' away, did you hear me you Outa be thankful
That we ain't beefin' was to agree and just leave it at that
Thats when me, 50, and G-Unit hop back in that bat mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rappin', it's gonna be rrrrllllat
retaliate like the muslim sheia attack
Some where along the line, its like me and 50 made a pact
He's got my back, I got his back
It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
Cause when we beef we pull each other in
to the bullshit like we're conjoined at the hip
Its just unavoidable some of this shit is squashable
And some shit will never boil up
And some of it will just simmer at best
If left alone, we'll let it be so there won't be no sit downs
with Daves and Zinos, there will no peace discussions with me
There ain't gon' be no friendly debates over competency
Just quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you
Just spit ya sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
without mentionin' me, the machine or Jimmy Iovine and Dre or 50
D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we'll be back with a

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
gatman
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got money scheme you plot and you count me in I'm with it
You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit
That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Shellcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
This aint new, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect aim you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I got a gat man
There's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed


07. Candy Shop

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus 2x]
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)


08. Outta Control

Yea
Shady..........
Aftermath

I guess you didn't kno'
I'd b back fo mo'
Everbody's on da flo'
Goin, Goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off

Verse 1
Sick wit it, walk wit it, get wit it whaaa
In da club I get it goin, goin, uhhhh
Juss move it to da music, it's on
Da sound of 50 and D.R.E.
Everythings calculated in time precise
anotha move, anotha mill, let's get rite aiight
Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
I'm feelin lucky enuff to bet it all on a dice
Shorty do wachu wanna do, hit da dance floor
Move how you wanna move, later on, we can cruise
if you wanna cruise, it's whateva you want
The fact is I got more than I flaunt.

Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off

Verse 2
System thumpin, dance floor jumpin
We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin
Dat's wachu get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, V.I.P. no I.D.
Bottles of D.P., I do it real B.I.G.
Bitches break their neck to be where I be
Take em to extacy without extacy
I'mma cheff, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antidote, it in the drums and the notes
Can you feel it, Em said fo me to make you feel it
Remind you dat you rockin wit the realest

Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off

Verse 3
I'm hot boy, I'm burnin up
I do muh thang in da club wit da burna tucked
Till da speakers all blown, we gon turn it up
And do dat damn thang, yeah do that man
Shorty hit me high, then hit me low
Get da poppin n shakin dat thang on da flo'
A lil dose of it, now I want sum mo'
Nobody threw that thang on me like dat befo'
I'll be a fiend fo it, it's da way you move
But I ain't payin fo it, cuz I ain't no fool
If you okay wit it, tonight I stay wit it
Hit da club, play wit it, in a major did it

Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off


09. Get in My Car

[Intro]
Uhhuhhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhuhhhhhh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm a straight guerilla wit it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don't fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a niggas to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa till the mothafuckin' end [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car [Bitch get in]
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 2]
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain't ??? these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car [Bitch get in]
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car [Bitch get in]
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car

[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]


10. Ski Mask Way

(Intro)
Yeah
I’m Tryin to catch me sumthin
I’ma catch you sumthin

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

(Verse 1)
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled ‘til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil’ bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em’ back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I’m so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery’s career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

(Verse 2)

Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n’ niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil’ crew I’ll have em’ pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don’t know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key

(Chorus)

nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly

I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money


11. Baltimore Love Thing

[Intro- 50 Cent]
She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me
Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in
Relapse you fat bitch, don't ever try that again
All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin'
But we have a bond and its not to be broken

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me
I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me
I heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl
But boy, oh boy, fuckin' wit me is a whole 'nother world
After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin'
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing"
Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too
I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm fuckin' with you
I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new
I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right
Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm
I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward
Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me
Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV
I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say
But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away
They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a fuckin' fiend
Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you
Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do
Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good
I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should
It was written long before, it was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate
And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates
And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes

[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be


12. Ryder Music

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew

[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don't fuck with these clown *****s
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around *****s
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, *****s can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad *****s on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause *****s will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women, but some *****s is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they're head with a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my *****s the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up

[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]

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