"I'm All Turnt Up Freestyle" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"I'm All Turnt Up Freestyle" Lyrics - 50 Cent

my glock pop from blocks you can feel it
g-g-g-g-g-g, it’s the muthaf-ckin unit!
my shit knock for blocks, you can hear it
g-g-g-g-g…its the muthaf-ckin unit!

[chorus]
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

[50 cent - verse 1]
i got a trunk full of tens
i got a stash full of ends
i got that 64 regal sittin’ on 20″ rims
got that beamer that bentley
i got that 63 benz
and a white b-tch to suck dick like tomorrow’s the end
call her head game the hoover i mean the way she maneuver
up and down, up and down, and a n-gga head spin ’round
she’s a fellatio pro, i get off watching her go
she get to takin’ it deep, and put a n-gga to sleep

[chorus]
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

[50 cent - verse 2]
its on now, ’cause these b-tches gyrating
we strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin’
party poppin’ she goin’ drop it she aint stoppin’
sittin’ watchin’ system knockin’ hips rockin’ p-ssy poppin’ tic-toc-in
make it rain trick, make it, make it, make it rain trick
play the game b-tch, shit make us both rich
f-ck the wimp shit its certified pimp shit
i aint nothin’ like the n-ggas you done been with

[chorus]
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
n-gga i’m all turnt up, my trunk is shakin’
(my rear view mirror is vibrating)
i’m all turnt up, i’m all turnt up

[50 cent]
it feel like my mind playin’ tricks on me
tricks on me, tricks on me
me i’m never trippin’ for a b-tch homie
b-tch homie, i’m rich homie
turn it up!
thats 14 out of 14 muthaf-cka
you n-ggas see me
lamborghini top down ridin’ round this muthaf-cka
you n-ggas aint sayin nothin’
know i got that muthaf-ckin tre pound, 6 shots muthaf-cka i let it rotate
n-ggas see me, ask me where lloyd banks at?
n-gga i dont know where the f-ck that lil’ n-gga at
i aint heard from him
f-ck yayo too n-gga , i’m on some new shit
f-ck the group n-gga
i’ma introduce you to my new n-ggas
uh, its 0-11
i figured out whats the matter with this shit it aint me, its these n-ggas
its the roc, i’m on my jay z shit
nah nah, f-ck the group man
i’m on my beyonce shit
i’m on my way to the top godammit
yeah

"Dial 911 Freestyle" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"Dial 911 Freestyle" Lyrics - 50 Cent


i return, stronger than ever
i get the creepin in the … so … get the fallin
now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
then you can understand what i’m sayin when i’m sayin i’m all in
so if you fuck em with the … you niggers better call
dial 911, tell them i got a gun,
i come through, put that pressure on them
wear that smith & wesson on them
damn it i came i cop …see a lot
six shot body rock and they drop burning hot
bleed nigger bleed till you start feeling cold
you know you niggers really don’t serve a purpose
unless you learn to follow all these then become workers
if you ask me you’re just taking up space
i won’t hesitate to smack fire at your face

i get the creepin in the … so … get the fallin
now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
then you can understand what i’m sayin when i’m sayin i’m all in
so if you fuck em with the … you niggers better call
dial 911, tell them i got a gun,
i don’t give a fuck, i’m also stop
hide in a burf, then they put it work
i cut through into your face, see your teeth through your cheek
seconds before you start to leak all over the street nigger
your peoples is pussy i mean your homies is stun
it’s a good time to run before i get to my gun
i hit the ashes that you see them i strip hop and the dash
hit the corner out the window, boy i pop at your ass

i get the creepin in the … so … get the fallin
now we can hit them with the clipper wicked 38 revolver
then you can understand what i’m sayin when i’m sayin i’m all in
so if you fuck em with the … you niggers better call
dial 911, tell them i got a gun,
50 till it’s nothing left
i’ma keep going till there’s nothing left
call this 13 out of 13 motherfuckers, hahahahah
i’m just playing with niggers man
when yo all hear what i got, oh my god, hahahaha
i can feel it, the earthquake is coming
…tsunami, damn, …

"You Like Me Better Rich (Freestyle)" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"You Like Me Better Rich (Freestyle)" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"You Like Me Better Rich (Freestyle)" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"You Like Me Better Rich (Freestyle)" Lyrics - 50 Cent


theres something about the way i get it
i do, i get it
theres something about the way i did it
like there’s nothing to it

[chorus]
you don’t wanna see a n-gga doing bad
my eyes turn red than i’m pulling out a mag
you see shit clear when ya ass get hit
you like me better rich
you like me better rich
i caught where ya live with the .44 mag
shut up bitch, show me where the stash
now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
you know your getting hit, you’re getting hit

n-gga time, money, money time
smoke the barrell of the nine
see ya see ya blood leak
tell ya punk ass weak
lay down, stay down
go ‘head kiss the ?
police box me in, i will kill a hostage
bang bang close range, there wont be no get back
for the last time n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at
you’re working my nerves and i aint got patience
barrell on my tre pound, i’ll let ya ass taste it

[chorus]

this little light of mine, i’m gon let it shine
right under the barrell, i’m sure i wont miss
say a prayer i don’t care, i’m here for the money
pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
your catching hot, hell so far away
cough up the cash before shit get really bad
you don’t really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad

[chorus]

yeah, this that power of the dollar sound
some of you n-ggas aint even up on this
uh, yeah 50, back with avengeance
they gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time
this shit gon bring chills up your spine
g-g-g-g-g-unit

"Boomerang" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"Boomerang" Lyrics - 50 Cent

yeah i’m back to work man
i’ma do this shit til i fall apart

[hook x2]
she boomerang, i do my thing, she come back
everytime that bitch say she leaving she come back
she boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang
she boomerang-rang, she boomerang-rang

this one’s for all you n-ggas on lock down
really missing the bitch with the dick in her mouth
now she say she leaving, i say leave
shit i need ait to breath
she no neccessity to me, i got game like the nba
pro bitch, i know shit
my nickname nfl, a n-gga f-cking loaded
i’m rich like them white boys out there playing hockey
nhl, a n-gga hold a llama and i’m cocky
should i explain myself, baby i’m on that hood shit
so say you wanna go, well i say go ‘head good bitch
i tour pga, thats p-ssy n good ass
bitch, when your on the jet, everybody first class
shots of tequila, philippine cuisine, adobo
you know a n-gga loco
my photo, on cover of the vibe
a n-gga so live, it’s gq, xxl and black enterprise

[hook]

all i wanna do is flip money and make a profit
shorty get to working my nerves, she need to stop it
special investigate son, she jumping through my phone
i wanna f-cking be friend this is not want i want
shit was cool til she shifted now her emotions involved
i got that dick game that put bitches in pyscho ward
she said she need me like she need air
and it hurts because i’m acting like i don’t care
i was stuck so we f-ck, call it make up sex
call it magic, she tried to leave, she come back
she gotta have it
she addicted to my left stroke
nah man, my right stroke
i hit the back of that thing, she hit high notes

[hook]

[outro - talking]
you n-ggas in trouble man
i woke up this morning, feeling like the old me
i swear to god man
everytime i say something, it’s hot
this shit just come outta me man
they say i work just what i am
i’m an artist, dont waste your time being a critic
because i’m critically acclaimed muthaf-cker
around the world, i’m 1 of 1
there will never be another me
i’m a perfectionist striving for perfection
50 cent, f-ck with me, g-g-g-g-g-unit

"SMS Get The Message Freestyle" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"SMS Get The Message Freestyle" Lyrics - 50 Cent


nigger i ain’t fucking around,
sms, get the message, get the message!
sms, get the message!

i go hard full time, …
i run from one time, fuck a…
i go to war with one knife,
i work …you see mine,
but i ain’t never ever gonna say i did it,
i know ...who’s in the back…
..go ahead get your ass shot,
you may got ka chignon it,
your bullet got your name on it,
i’m serious, sometimes it seems like i planned …
…case in the face, these got 38.
you’re trying to find a rat, i’m pulling the whole case,
i know some niggers, some snitches,
i know some bitches who’s scared,
i got some shooters surround me and they stay fully prepared
we got some strategy niggers to think, we can’t…
…nigger get rich, what you think i might get?
we got them popping the chopper, we got them taking…
we got that room … i call…

chorus: (x2)
all we do is get that crane,
all my niggers move cocaine,
cause we let them have …
i’m just talking about the unit game.

in here! smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of …
niggers shot niggers, you’re lucky it weren’t you,
nigger, my best son… proof,
you shoot that shoot back fine …when i’m home
pills in the crib, nigger, pills in the hood,
say the fuck... with your mouth shoot like you should!
when the bullshit start i’mma find a spot, …
many niggers don’t know me, you know my government, nay
..tell you i let it bang!
got a few… some blowing my brain,
nigger… i’m a squeeze it, …

chorus: (x2)
all we do is get that crane,
all my niggers move cocaine,
cause we let them have …
i’m just talking about the unit game.

yeah! back on my sheet, man!
i don’t give a fuck about…
you niggers gonna follow me!
back to the ground, nigger we gonna make it nice and dirty!
now... dirty women!
…a shit, man! this is the shit, man!
all real nigger feel it!
rest of you…, nigger!
go, man! i’m playing a little song, nigger!

"You Heard Me" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"You Heard Me" Lyrics - 50 Cent


[50 cent]
uh huh...yea

[verse 1]
shorty the henny got me feeling right
ya heard me?
my momma gone you could spend the night
ya heard me?
i'm not playing i'm trying to fuck tonight
ya heard me?
clothes off face down ass up c'mon
shorty you roll with the winners right
ya heard me?
you see now me i got my money right
ya heard me?
i'm tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play
when you come around my way
ya heard me?
you see the bentley got the 20 inch crome
ya heard me?
you could get in but don't touch the phone
ya heard me?
money come money go i know
but everytime i flow it's mo money fa sho
ya heard me?
in the street niggas sayin i'm nice
ya heard me?
watch flooded no more room for ice
ya heard me?
niggas be on tv struttin' hard
and in the hood the same niggas that be gettin' robbed
ya heard me?
you might hear i get shot but i don't get robbed
cause me, i be on my jog
!!!!!!there should be "ya heard me?"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(chorus)
you like it when i back that ass up on you?

(50 cent)
ooh, baby i like it, i like it

when i work that ass, that ass

(50 cent)
baby i like it, i like it when you put it on me i got a kool-aid smile

and baby i like it, i like it

(50 cent)
everytime we dance you make it worth my while

and i like it, i like it

[verse 2]
shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers you should call us
i wanna make sure you hear me
ya heard me?
we rap now we rollin and i'm holdin'
and i'm gonna make sure you hear me
ya heard me?
i freak off with the video chicks
ya heard me?
sweatin' tracks out in back of the 6
ya heard me?
mtv they gonna play my hits
ya heard me?
even though i'm real ghetto and shit
ya heard me?
i got a g niggas shoot that ace
ya heard me?
your ass bettin' i'm gonna cut your face
ya heard me?
last thing i need is to catch a new case
i don't know nothing about them high heads but i sell base
ya heard me?
the city boys trying to kill a kid
ya heard me?
shot me up in front of my crib
ya heard me?
he had the drop i couldn't run from him
shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him
ya heard me?
little homie saying "50 you tough"
ya heard me?
9 shots just wasn't enough
ya heard me?

(chorus)

[verse 3]
nigga you best be commin' up with my cash
ya heard me?
don't make me go and get the gat out the stash
ya heard me?
i'll come back and pop one in your ass
ya heard me?
don't play wit the money, no not with the money
niggas get knocked when they start playing games
ya heard me?
stop telling the police my name
ya heard me?
i don't mind givin chicks them tips
ya heard me?
they let me play with then tits and hips
ya heard me?
when i come through they know i'm a thug
out in atlanta in the gentlemen's club
ya heard me?
i rap but i'm still selling them o's
ya heard me?
my man mike still pimpin' them hoes
ya heard me?
he said if the hoe knew better she'd come do better
and make a pimp more chedder
ya heard me?

(chorus)

(50 cent)
50 make it crazy in the club
i'm speaking clearly so you can hear me
i come through niggas always show me love
i'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me
niggas want beef, y'all could see me in the street
i'm speaking clearly so you can hear me
but you better come correct, cause we move around with heat
i'm speaking clearly so y'all can hear me

"All His Love (Freestyle)" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"All His Love (Freestyle)" Lyrics - 50 Cent

he gonna give you all his love,
he gonna give you all his time
he won't let a minute go by
without the thought of you crossing his mind
i be like fuck a bitch, i'm trying to stay …
i trying to concentrate on whose
even if i fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
ride the moment, i got the dough

yeah, i got all kind of bitches, … bitches, beginner bitch
my phone ringing and i ain't answering cause i've been a bitch
i'm all like a pimp in a trick,
i send a bitch, 50's and lead escorts, call me the runner bitch
if we going out we going we going dutch pay for your inner bitch
look bitch, this is my life … vivid shit
every different day i wake up to play with a different bitch
bitches love me, just like i love me
fat bitch, skinny bitch, short bitch, tall bitch
you wanna buy me shit, meet me at the mall bitch
in the strip club, now holler at your ass bitch
get the cash bitch and then go back to your man bitch

he gonna give you all his love,
he gonna give you all his time
he won't let a minute go by
without the thought of you crossing his mind
i be like fuck a bitch, i'm trying to stay …
i trying to concentrate on whose
even if i fuck that bitch do the freakiest shit
ride the moment, i got the dough

i got a ghetto bitch, good bitch, certified hood bitch
who … to the end, bitch fuck me and i …
said i'm headed to the top bitch i'm trying to get it on
a real bitch will be there for a nigger if he fall
the club pack ...to the back up in this bitch
i know my louie checkers … and black up in this bitch
diamonds on my neck, diamonds, diamonds on my neck
bitch niggers … if you want, we got swimmers on the deck
put your hands here, over a bitch, the bitch ain't … in a porno clip with a bitch
she can't suck dick but damn nigger use your head
she gonna find another dick to suck when you're dead

he gonna give you all his love,
he gonna give you all his time
he won't let a minute go by
without the thought of you crossing his mind
i be like fuck a bitch, i'm trying to stay …
i trying to concentrate on whose
even if i fuck that bitch do the freaky shit
ride the moment, i got the dough

west side, this that shit right here
feel like you're supposed to be on that d top, yeah
niggers think they're better than me, but they're not
fuck them, i'm just gonna start over
so we gonna act like i ain't been that nigger for 8 years
and i'm a new nigger, call me ferrari… neck.

"6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully)" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"6 Out Of 6 (Get Gully)" Lyrics - 50 Cent


i guess this is 6 out of 6 muthaf-ckers

[hook]
tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
you running, i’m coming to get you boy
you can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
times running out, i’ma get ya boy

[50 cent - verse 1]
i threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
that beef i cook it, n-ggas i gets down
call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
i bet when i squeeze it, n-ggas scatter
the hoes, thats a whole different story
find out the baby aint mine, right there on maury
me i make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
thats 36 o’s of love, give me kiss, give me love
get to talking in codes, the phones bugged
this ferrari i get to the green, half man, hald machine
*tu, tu, tu* i’m on ya head with the beam
so focused ferocious, i shoot ya pretty ass out them gucci loafers
you’re f-cking with the wrong one
the strong one that god gave the gift
stop the hater shit, you wanna make it
why would you be mad i dun made it bitch

[hook]
tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
you running, i’m coming to get you boy
you can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
times running out, i’ma get ya boy
(freeway)
get get gully, g-g-get gully
get get gully, g-g-get gully
we get gully and we get money
them schemin’ ass chicks can’t get shit from me

[50 cent - verse 2]
rain drops from heaven the angels cryin’
it’s raining outside, envision my gun firin’
red and white flashes, the police coming
n-gga you aint hittin’ none, why the f-ck are you running
i make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
when that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
where’s teh love, i don’t know but here’s the snub
sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
you know it’s really not worth it
to f-ck with me, you’d rather tongue kiss the serpent
don’t cry we all die
it’s just a matter of time
n-gga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine
uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee
f-ck around i will line you
run from me, i will find you
forgot i’m nice, i will remind you

[hook]

[50 cent]
one, two, fifty coming for you
three, four, better lock ya door
five, six, grab ya crucifix
seven, eight, don’t stay up late
the monsters back
yeah, i need a target
so i can smash their head
i’m nice!!!

"Run Up On Me (Freestyle)" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"Run Up On Me (Freestyle)" Lyrics - 50 Cent

Run Up On Me (Freestyle) Lyrics is performed by 50 Cent @ http://lyricsandmusicvideo.blogspot.com/

n-gga this is ground hog day
back to buying coke
i’m ill, no doc, no diagnosis
no cure, i smell fear

n-gga my eyes don’t cry, my heart so cold
lets play, lets make a deal n-gga, sell me your soul
got a fetish for the guns, calico drums
rap meyer lansky steady counting my ones
death dealer, heron, meth dealer
top biller, point blank, i’m that n-gga
barrell smokin’, fiend smokin’, rims cokin’
out on that 550 benz, bitch is open
inhale, exhale, feel a different high
andrew mcqueen shirt and jeans, this a different fly
presidential time, n-gga watch the rolie shine
no need for pens and paper, this here, whats on my mind

i know she wants a playboy
i don’t think you should f-ck with me
i’m shooting right away boy
find out when you run up on me
i’m riding with that k boy
i put that on my dead homies
i spray it right away boy
fiund out when you run up on me

when n-ggas shot me, i must have bled out my conscience
go ‘head play boy, i bang that thing at you like ronson
i feel for you n-ggas i’m back now
i told you n-ggas ’03 i don’t back down
me still a rookie, nah, i’m more like veteran
i bet ya our part is full of n-ggas i’m better than
magician i make rounds turn to cash, kush turn in to ash
heads turn into ass, my bum n-gga the class
thats me in a nutshell, run tell i did it
interrogation hours go on, i wont admit it
got cash coming out of my ass, i’m so compelling
these n-ggas act hard till you hit ‘em, they start tellin’

i know she wants a playboy
i don’t think you should f-ck with me
i’m shooting right away boy
find out when you run up on me
i’m riding with that k boy
i put that on my dead homies
i spray it right away boy
fiund out when you run up on me

"When I Come Back" Lyrics - 50 Cent

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"When It All Goes Down Freestyle" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"When It All Goes Down Freestyle" Lyrics - 50 Cent


it go down, it go down, it go down
it go down, it go down
it go down, it go down, it go down
it go down, it go down

when it all goes down, and the clips run out
i bet i make history
i bet i make history

when it all goes down, and the cops come round
that murder’s a mystery
that murder’s a mystery

it’s that gangsta shit, it sound stupid don’t it
feel like fifty, flocka and gucci on it
move grams of this, move o’s of that
move the muthaf-cking bricks, where the money at
bitches scared huh, p-ssy, hold ya strength
when the beat pop off no controlling that
you wan’ call the cops
run call the cops
look n-gga we don’t care if they comin’ or not
got the pump in the trunk, n-gga biting a lot
one buck shot clear the whole block
had this bitch taped off make it so hot
n-gga with a 12 gauge i’m a sure shot
call it shell shock when ya ass drop
get it shakin’ like a muthaf-ckin’ rattle n-gga
go ‘head f-ckin’ with me and be a casualty
you think a n-gga bullshittin, then come and see

when it all goes down, and the clips run out
i bet i make history
i bet i make history

when it all goes down, and the cops come round
that murder’s a mystery
that murder’s a mystery

now while you waitin’, all debatin’
shouldn’t you n-ggas be retaliatin’
we laughin bout it, you cryin damn
hit ya muthaf-ckin’ homie when his gun jam
his chest red, his back red
man, that n-gga there damn near dead
he coughin’, he weezin’
man that n-gga finna stop breathin’
his momma there, his daddy there
hit him by the escalade, get a caddy there
his shines on him, his dimes on him
had hoes all in the club grindin’ on him
n-ggas talkin’ bout it, keep talkin’ bout it
cause they know n-gga don’t give a f-ck
quit talkin’ bout it, for you talkin’ bout it
when the muthaf-ckin pigs show up

when it all goes down, and the clips run out
i bet i make history
i bet i make history

when it all goes down, and the cops come round
that murder’s a mystery
that murder’s a mystery

"Old 2003 Ferrari" Lyrics - 50 Cent

"Old 2003 Ferrari" Lyrics - 50 Cent

N-ggas say they like my old shit

So I give them some old shit

What the f-ck do I care, its old

Shit I’ll give them some old shit

No, I’ll give them some new shit

I’ll just use my old flow

Looky here muthaf-cker I’m not playing

Look, look

Looky here muthaf-cker I’m not playing

Look, look

Wassup,

It’s ‘O11 why that Maybach an ’06

This n-gga boo booed up with my old bitch

I put paper before hoes, thats why I’m so rich

I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit

Doc check my temperature, why I’m so cold?

The hood left the left side of my chest froze

I’m more about pimpin’ gettin’ bank rolls

Sitting watch em trickin’ on them stank hoes

We can share love like Kanye and Khalifa

From runways in Milan to big bags of reefer

She alright for a night but don’t keep her

Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest Ether

My belt buckle YSL, my denim vintage

My AP all iced out, my shit authentic

My bread come in by the boat load, thats how I get it

The cops come, say I aint do what you know I did it

I aint trippin’, na-na-na-na I aint trippin’

I am just putting the clip in

I aint at the window looking bitch

I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon

I am 50, I’m putting an end to n-ggas f-cking with me

Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with a iron fist

I am strapped, what y’all n-ggas gon do with this

Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift

One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift

"Happy New Year" Lyrics - 50 Cent

50 Cent - Happy New Year Lyrics and Video

After 2 bottles of Moet and two bottles of Rose

Don’t dare say nothing to me, you n-ggas don’t know me

It’s ebony and ivory, the white boy, the black boy

Eminem and Fifty who the f-cks with me and Micky

There’s hollow’s in my tongue, Kush smoked in my lung

Codeine in my cup, look I don’t give a f-ck

I took X and viagra now dick all, shining like diamonds floating round in my ?

Look this is my house, we got 50 f-cking rooms here

Butlers, maids and them baccarat chandeliers

Dog named Oprah and a cat named Gayle

Stash in the floor in case I got to make bail

Happy New Year

I got some liquor, got some hoes

Got the music playing come and have fun

Happy New Year

I got some kush got some purple

Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some

Happy New Year

I got some Goose, I got some Henny

Some Patron, man I know you want some

Happy New Year

I got some porn star bitches in the back

freakin off you wan come?

First n-gga front I’mma shoot me a chump

I stuff 2 million in my Lambo trunk

Me I do whatever the f-ck I want

You must be confused, me I never lose

F-ck me, no f-ck you

Why people f-ck with different drugs

that shit aint hit the circuit yet

N-ggas fuck with dope and coke not vicodin and percocets

Tonight I’m open minded, f-ck it I’ll give it a try

What does it matter anyway, gettin’ high’s gettin

How many shots will it take to make a n-gga to drop his shit

Like he having convulsions, choking, eyes open

Bong smoking, thats the shit you’ve seen in high times

Stay float underwater that shit look like a grapevine

I started out with one pill, now I’m taking ten a day

Em said I need help, Dre said that shit ok

Next thing you know a n-gga sittin’ up in AA

Hi, my name is Curits Jackson, I’m an addict, gotta have it

Happy New Year

I got some liquor, got some hoes

Got the music playing come and have fun

Happy New Year

I got some kush got some purple

Got some Dro’ in case you wanna smoke some

Happy New Year

I got some Goose, I got some Henny

Some Patron, man I know you want some

Happy New Year

I got some porn star bitches in the back

freakin off you wan come?

First n-gga front I’mma shoot me a chump

I stuff 2 million in my Lambo trunk

Me I do whatever the f-ck I want

You must be confused, me I never lose

F-ck me, no f-ck you

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50 Cent - Sunday Morning Lyrics and Video

50 Cent - Sunday Morning Lyrics

Is what I’m feeling right now, I mean I’m blessed
Me I ain’t got… around… doctor required
But nigger I’m cleaner than your motherf-cking preacher on Sunday morning
You over the streets so weak cause the word… to get by
But better be the cleanse motherf-cker in the surfs on Sunday morning

I made so many mistakes, so many progressions, I… perfect, so many imperfections
But I’m a go get out and after go get it, so if you’re getting prosperity I wanna hate it
I make the odd look good turn base into base line
Punch line, wait line,.. for one time
My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes man you seen it don’t feel…
And you seen… puff glow, like there’s no tomorrow
Hit that pass, that death tomorrow, you know bills like they releasing from my friends
They gonna wake up tomorrow with the same shit again
You think I’m bad man they don’t give a f-ck
They’re trying to do what they gotta do to get it from

Me I ain’t got… around… doctor required
But nigger I’m cleaner than your motherf-cking preacher on Sunday morning
You over the streets so weak cause the word… to get by
But better be the cleanse motherf-cker in the surfs on Sunday morning

I take a line out the door,.. shoot me I shoot back I don’t care if you die
First the sun comes down then the sun goes up
And the hope raises too when… make a bus
It’s freeze nigger, get the f-ck on the wall
Anything you work for they come and take it all
Man it’s like they don’t know what they’re taking
Hit you with the tazer, then you siting like a victim
When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigger could use it
Before we pop up on that ass with toasters
Lord forgive me I’m the rest of the game
Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins

Me I ain’t got… around… doctor required
But nigger I’m cleaner than your motherf-cking preacher on Sunday morning
You over the streets so weak cause the word… to get by
But better be the cleanse motherf-cker in the surfs on Sunday morning.

50 Cent - Like A G6 Lyrics and Video

50 Cent - Like A G6 Lyrics

[Chorus]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I’m feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I’m feelin so fly like a G6

[50 Cent]
Hey, hey, hey
we ballin, another grand, another grand
when I roll 50 deep I blow a 100 grand
this the way I play ya’ll understand?
Champagne bottle after bottle, damn
glass after glass til you feel a buzz
baby bring it over, let me fill it up
I aint did little sh-t since a little kid
I’m a big boy now so I do it big
Rose, Moet, Dom P, just a taste of Hennessy
Cristal it go down how it supposed to go down
when you f-ck with me
I mean my paper straight, I blow the cake
we bounce to the 808
I mean I’m super rich, I mean super rich
never mind why we do this sh-t

[Chorus]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I’m feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I’m feelin so fly like a G6

[50 Cent]
She aint drunk, she acting like she drunk
so I can do what I want
I’m touching her where I want
from behind and up front
she’s a freak I’m a freak
funny how we just meet
right here out on the floor
give me more, give me more

(808) Hell Yeaa
Drink it up, drink-drink it up,
When sober girls around me, they be actin like they drunk
They be actin like they drunk, actin-actin like they drunk
When sober girls around me actin-actin like they drunk


[Chorus]
Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard
When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6
Now I’m feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now I’m feelin so fly like a G6

[Bridge]
Its that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up
Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up
(You can’t Touch this)
Its that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up
Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up
(You can’t Touch this)
Hell Yeaaa, Make you put yo hands up, put yo put yo hands up
Hell Yeaaa, Make you put yo hands up, put yo put yo hands up

50 Cent - 5 Senses Lyrics and Video

50 Cent - 5 Senses Lyrics

[50 Cent]
I’m gon be honest with you
I expect you to like me
I mean what is there not to like
I’m confident, got a great sense of humour
I’m fun, I’m the kinda person you have fun with

[Jeremih - Chorus]
If you look this good
I wonder how it taste
baby if I touch your body
hear you scream my name
would you whisper to me it’s yours
girl you smell so gentle and pure
you control my senses
baby all my senses

[50 Cent - Verse]
It’s like everything’s good when I touch and you touch
it smells like heaven
way better than a true love
your love let me taste it
come here let me taste it
time’s of the essence baby don’t you waste it
I tell you what I’m thinking you listen to my thoughts
so you could see my vision, than you’ll never get lost
if you follow my lead, girl I’ll be what you need
I put my trust in you,
now put your trust in me

[Jeremih - Chorus]

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
I’ll be a true friend someone to believe in
I’ll give you freedom, unconditional meeting
if tonights her night, it’s her night
just get back to me tomorrow girl alright
I’m not into cuffin’, I’m not into frontin’
I’m into gettin’ paper, blowin’ paper I be stuntin’
see to me it’s nothing
lets get into something
shall I come pick you up meet you at the tele girlfriend

[Jeremih - Bridge]
would you whisper to me it’s yours
girl you smell so gentle and pure
you control my senses

[Jeremih - Chorus]

50 Cent - You Should Be Dead Lyrics N Video

50 Cent - You Should Be Dead Lyrics and Video

[Intro]
I rock a n-gga to sleep,
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby

[Chorus]
You should be dead by now
smile but wait until my shooters come round
with the (?) and hollow tip rounds
in my hood they know how I be down (when I say dead, you dead)
(repeated)

[Verse 1]
Yeah I show you my teeth all through the beef
paint the sidewalk red with the back of your head
shootouts in my hood like a daily routine
(?) think I’m involved with a n-gga hit hard
so when I empty the shell and the hollow tips fly
you can cross your heart and hope not to die
come through squash the drama send n-ggas some llama’s
and eat your ass up f-ck being masked up
I was given the gift of life
first Sabrina’s (?) I’ve been jammed up
and f-cked with the nina
(?) I turned out the meanest
I mean a menace
f-ck with me and your finished

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I don’t always pay my debts when I owe a n-gga bullets
got an arsenal of infiltry and n-ggas to pull it
go ‘head stay out on me, dump weight it’s nothing
I curse a n-gga down, and touch him, catch him and buss him
b-tch get out the way, baby while I spray it
I wet a n-gga like a hydrant on a hot summer day
but you can catch me in May riding down with the K
better watch what you say, we’ll get it popping today
yeah I make it hot round here, I call the shots round here
I have a n-gga tear off your top round here
this is a land of broken hearts, where bullets shatter dreams
(?)
southside

[Chorus]

[Outro]
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby
roc-roc-roc-a-bye baby