Looky here muthaf-cker I’m not playing
Look, look
Looky here muthaf-cker I’m not playing
Look, look

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
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

[Hook]

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]

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

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
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

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
I don’t play no games (I don’t play no games)
So when I’m in that thang (when I’m in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil’ mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I’ll have you gone (bet I’ll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
[Part I]
First it’s her neck, yeah then her back
Yea I’m a freak, I get into all that
Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star
Till ya had enough then I just need a lil’ bit more
New music new move new position
New erotic sounds is goin’ down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat your sweatin’
I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper
I told ya I’d get ya
I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be movin’ as fast as a Nascar ride
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I use my tounge baby, I’ll leave you sprung baby
I’ll have ya head spinnin’ sayin 50 so crazy

[Chorus]
I don’t play no games (I don’t play no games)
So when I’m in that thang (when I’m in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil’ mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I’ll have you gone (bet I’ll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
[Bridge]
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire

[Part II]
Girl I want you to gimmie what you got then gimmie more
Baby you can start on top on all fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don’t nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call it hennessy thug
Passion ya laughin’ I make you smile on a regular
Tell me what you want, shawty that’s what I’ma give to ya
I need you to give what I need, I want the liquor and weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breath
I need you, I’m tellin’ you this and now you know what I need
I be your part-time or full-time lover significant other
No matter which was it go, I’m oh so gutter
Girl you can get it how ever you wan’ get it
I’m feelin ya style, I’m tellin’ you right now I’m with it

[Chorus]
I don’t play no games (I don’t play no games)
So when I’m in that thang (when I’m in that thang)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean, owww (see what I mean)
Said lil’ mama put me on (baby put me on)
Bet I’ll have you gone (bet I’ll have you gone)
Come see what I mean (see what I mean)
See what I mean (see what I mean)
Come see what I mean, come see what I mean

[Bridge]
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me… Baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire, Be a millionaire

[Intro 2:]
Fuck that!

[Chorus:]
These niggaz is green! These niggaz is green!
I’m talkin’ in codes; pardon me, what I mean?
When you see him it’s a go. – Go ‘head nigga, go!
Catch him in the hood, squeeze hit him through the door!
These niggaz is green! These niggaz is green!
I’m talkin’ in codes; pardon me, what I mean?
When you see him it’s a go. – Go ‘head nigga, go!
Catch him on the front porch, by his moma door. – These niggaz is green!

[Verse 1:]
There’s nuttin’ to it, cock it bang it and get rid of that (whoooo!)
Hit his fitted hat! – He won’t get a chance to Twitter that. (YEEAH!)
I make the Reuger sing a song, bullets? humm/tongue? to you (AAGGGH!)
You better have God with you when I come to you.
I’m a grimey nigga; I say some slippery shit.
You’s a dirty nigga with sifilis in your dick!
I catch you I’m a wash you up, line you spit shine you
Leave you right there in the street. – Where niggaz’ll find you. (AAAAAHHHHHHH!)
Die nigga die! Fly Pelican fly!
When I pull up, eat a bullet, don’t question me: “Why? ” (why?)
It’s the laws of the jungle! I’ll show you what the gun do
My bad with the shell due. – You rot ’till they smell you!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
They crazy son, get ‘em! – Cut his head! (yeeah!)
He ain’t even see it comin’ he was sleepin’ that’s what he did. (uh-huh!)
Get biz, niggaz actin’ like it ain’t what it is
Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit! (AAGGGHH!)
Let Doc come sew him up! – Gangs signs throw ‘em up.
In my hood growin’ up, you pussy or you ’bout it?
You shootin’ or you runnin’. – The police comin’!
Niggaz get at you you get at them or you don’t mean nuttin’. (eh-eh!)
Niggaz talk tough even walk like warriors
On some G shit they get to singin’ like Gloria!
Now come clean tell us what you told the D’s
Matter fact, I done told the shit. – Motherfucker hold these!

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Yeah!
Feels like summer TO ME!
It’s gon’ be nice and hot!
40 Day…
My bad, my bad!
Family day!
I be in the projects…
Y’all come check me out!
Get a chance to do some new shit!
You don’t wanna miss this…
TRUST ME!

[Chorus]

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Robin Thicke)]
(Cocaine) I know police is watchin
(Cocaine) Hustlin I’m not stoppin
(Cocaine) I got to get my money, you think shit is funny
Me I’m ’bout my business (cocaine)

[over Chorus: 50 Cent]
I see ‘em watchin
I got the E
You muh’fuckin right

[50 Cent:]
Columbian girl, Peruvian chick
She make the money roll and I love the bitch
Know she ain’t a virgin, but she pure
For the right price I’ll let you fuck with her raw (yeah)
A lil’ like a pimp, I’m your pusher man
She could make us both rich nigga, yes she can
You want your own spot, let’s talk locations
Then talk market and the public relations (ooh)

[Robin Thicke (50 Cent):]
Everybody’s watchin (yeah)
But no one talks about it (shut your mouth)
Right now – that’s all it was, anything call it
She said, sex just ain’t the same without it (woo!)

[Chorus]

[over Chorus: 50 Cent]
See ‘em watchin
I ain’t stoppin
I got the E

[50 Cent:]
Every little step I take (c’mon)
You will be there
Every little step I make (look bitch)
We’ll be together
So grateful (yeah) so faithful (uhh)
Every gram in the hand’s more paper (c’mon)
I’ll cut it, you sniff it
Or smoke it, terrific

[Robin Thicke (50 Cent):]
Movie stars, models and, blondes and, cocaine (yeah)
New York, L.A. is, all the same (c’mon, c’mon)
The angels look the other way
Cause they can understand my pain (pain)

[Chorus]

[over Chorus: 50 Cent]
I see ‘em watchin
Naw I ain’t stoppin
Yeah, c’mon, business

[Outro: 50 Cent]
You niggaz got a problem, yeah
A big motherfuckin problem
At a minimum
I’m a have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfuckin head
Ya dig? Oh shit

[Robin:] Cocaine [echoes]

[50 Cent:]
Close your eyes! – See the shooters see the money in the bag
See the D’s in the unmarked – on a niggaz ass.
See ‘62 on the plate, when niggaz bag up
Scrape the plate my nigga! – Everything add up!
I’m hungry! – Like I been missin’ a meal.
Back writin’ like I need me a deal. – I show you the steel!
It’s a jux nigga feel the chill
Up your spine I’m a menace for real! – I blast to kill! {COME ON! }
Leave your brains on the dash and wheel
Mix the kush with the hash and chill; let’s talk bread!
Them niggaz in the way of the money let’s shoot their head
The rest of them suckers have scattered it don’t matter!
I try to get my head right, I boogie like my head lights
Big Benz! Big friends! Bitch get in!
I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game
We used to be the same, now we not alike man! – C’mon!

[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo…
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin’ to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) [scream] {COME ON! }
The thiiiings you dooooooooo…
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin’ to yoooouuuu! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) {”FOREVER KING”! }

[50 Cent:]
I like my bitches fast, jus’ like the Porsches
Switch gears, ride at like 500 horses.
Your now rockin’ with the boss of the bosses
My wris’ glis’ so sick I leave a nigga nauseous.
That’s you lied! – What’s that you got?
I rock that on Monday, you’ll have that one day!
Follow my footsteps you know I move proper
So what you got a chopper? Nigga I got a chopper!
Mines ain’t got no wheels; what’s the deal?
Propellor’s propel, I’m on the top of New York!
Top of the food chain, nigga talkin’ my talk;
Success is my addiction you should take a hit of this {HAHA! }
I’m down for the friction you start it I’ll finish it
Victim? – Pick ‘em! – Knife work – stick ‘em!
Chrome Colt – pop ‘em! – Hollowtip – drop ‘em!
It won’t be long ‘fore you’re goin’ dyin’ now, watch ‘em! (Come on! Come on!)

[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]
The thiiiings you dooooooooo… {CAN’T FORGET… }
Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin’ to yoooouuuu! {NIKKI! }
(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on!) {G-UNIT! }
The thiiiings you dooooooooo… [scraches]
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!)
Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin’ to yoooouuuu!
(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!) [kids ovation] {”THISIS50.COM”! }

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
After the drought it’s the flood! [scraches]
It’s strategic man!
I planned it! {HAHA! }
NOW… follow my footsteps!
You know I move proper!
Let me inspire you! [scraches]
Let me make you wanna win!
Let’s take it to the top, baby!
I wan’ say somethin’ that’ll make you hungry! [gunshot]
Don’t let nobody fuck up your vibe man!
Come in with that negative bullshit we don’t wanna hear it!
How they gon’ stop a hustler from hustlin’?
Man!
Till next time…
50! [scraches] {LET’S GO! } [beat stops]

[Bridge:]
Witness this shit! – Niggaz get hit! (Ay!)
Run when they spit or get hit by the AK! (Ay!)
Take cover quick, niggaz on that shit! (Ay!)
Come broad day they get at you with that AK!

[Verse 1:]
Niggaz think they know me; I be on some other shit!
My baby momma don’t know me! – I be with my other bitch.
I blow a stack, I get it back, you beefin’ jack, I took the Gat!
Then you wanna chitter chat! – Now what kinda shit is that?
Strip club, shake it shake it toss it up! – Make it rain!
Semi tucked, I let it buck, I shoot this shit up out your game!
Find out who you fuckin’ with cause I ain’ for the sucker shit
Cut you like the cocaine, nigga stay in your line!
I’m a motherfuckin’ heavyweight! – You ain’t in my weightclass!
Me; I’m movin’ heavy weight, nig’ go on with your light ass
Me; I’m so official. – Pearl handled and nickel.
Plated Nine-nine your +Life’s On The Line+!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2:]
I don’t give a fuck who outside, now listen!
I don’t give a fuck who get hit; I ain’t missin’!
Come through that motherfucker wavin’ that chopper 1-13
Precinct ain’t enough to stop this!
Niggaz shot at me before I got away. – Pop you from a block away!
Sucker niggaz be right there on 142 and Rockaway!
Next day I popped up! – Told niggaz: “It’s my turn! ”
They done seen the gun smoke! – They done felt my shells burn!
Sabrina’s baby special, they treat me like a misfit,
I squeeze! “UGH! UGH! ” – I risk it! I risk it!
Different class of nigga my hand around the trigger
Don’t make me do it, I’ll do it, you stupid nigga!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Intro]
From the day you’re born, ’til the day you die…
If you’re one of the poor ones you just gotta work hard

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven
I’m a rider, say I’m a rider
I’m a rider, say I’m a rider
I’m a rider, say I’m a rider
I’m a rider, say I’m a rider

[50 Cent]
They puttin pressure on me son now they want me to snap
End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smokin crack
I’m paranoid, I’m feelin like niggaz is tryin to get me
Forget the kids I’m shavin off my fuckin head like Britney
Man Dre won’t mix my records now I need to talk to Jimmy
I’m fallin back in my old ways I’m ridin with the semi
Who’s callin me? It’s Chris he’s on the other line with Diddy
But I don’t wanna talk right now, my day is goin shitty
Why’s Jay rockin that Urkel look, man isn’t he from Marcy?
They say he’s growin dreads and now he’s talkin like a Yardi
Man everything is changin, I don’t understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings
I’m on flight

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me
I’m laughin cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him one of 50 niggaz wantin to murk me
Niggaz found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey
You can ask my son, he’ll tell you “My dad’s fuckin crazy
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fuckin hates me”
Shady didn’t invent me but a star is what he made me
I’ll blow your fuckin mind out if I told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left, that’s why I’m so high
It makes me feel so good now that I’m not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would, I dare a motherfucker try
You get at me and miss you kiss yo’ black ass good-bye
I’m on flight

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My lawyers all contained cause every month I give ‘em stacks
In case they wanna send me up for murder like Max
Man I wasn’t the shooter, I was never on the scene
So if they do forensics they’ll find out it wasn’t me
There’s no need for a lie detector, I ain’t sayin shit
The more you talk the higher chances you’re doin a bid
Today I read the paper, it said Tru Life caught a case
They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke to Michael Vick, I told him I’m happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
When dogs are fightin in the hood nobody gives a fuck
So you get back and shake it on the field, show them what’s up
I’m on flight

[Chorus]

[Serious mannn}

[Oh so serious] [ohh]

[I-I got it, I-I get it]

Chrous
Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray my lord my soul to keep
If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake

Its 50, i’m so real you ain’t seen nothin’ realer,
Ice crack dealer, i click clack for the scrilla
I’m heartless something like a cold blooded killer,
I’m filthy, dirty with the money my nigga
I done ran through more cars then your rolls royce dealer,
I put that on my god-daughter i love you Jarmilla
New bentley or not, match the chincilla
Sean don spiller, matching 4-wheeler
I’m big in new york i move like godzilla
Go-rilla you are not deep nigga
Grave-digger, ask Puffy and Jigga
Made nigga, my pockets get bigger and bigger
You got no choice but to feel a nigga when i spit that shit
I figure, it will only bring mo’ bread, you fuck around
i get down and go upside yo’ head

Chrous
Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray my lord my soul to keep
If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake

Now i lay thee down to sleep, i pray the lord forgive me for holding heat
If i should die though before i wake, let my niggas celebrate and split my cake

50 Speaking

[Ohhh, I just got back from the UK, a little jet-lagged from the flight
but when i'm out there they say "50, 50 your my favourite, we love you 50...your massive...mash it tup" There is not competetion, no, NO...theres no competetion, you have to be kidding, i'm can't believe it i'm ? Its 50, Yeahhh]