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• Mp3 Title:“How To Rob”
• Album: << Power Of The Dollar >>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Columbia Records

The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what Im sayin
RIP BIG RIP PAC RIP niggas that wanna OD
Aiyyo the bottom line is I ma crook with a deal
If my record dont sell I ma rob and steal
You better recognize nigga Im straight from the street
These industry niggaz startin to look like somethin to eat
Ill snatch Kim and tell Puff You wanna see her again
Get your ass down to the nearest ATM
I have dreams of fuckin an RB bitch
And Ill wake up early and bounce with all your shit
When I apply pressure son it aint even funny
Im about to stick Bobby for some of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight I can get that nigga anytime
Have Keith sweatin starin down the barrel from my nine
Since these Harlem World niggaz seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan tell him Tell your man
Mason Betha haha come up of that watch now
I mean right now
The only excuse for being broke is bein in jail
An entertainer cant make bail if he broke as hell
Id rob ODB but thatd be a waste of time
Probably have to clap him run and toss the nine
Id follow Fox in the drop for four blocks
Plottin to juice her for that rock Kurupt copped
What Jigga just sold like 4 mil He got somethin to live for
Dont want no nigga puttin four thru that Bentley Coupe door
Ill man handle Mariah like Bitch get on the ground
You aint with Tommy no more who gonna protect you now
I been skeamin on Tone and Poke since they found me
Steve know not to wear that platinum shit around me
Im a klepto nah for real son Im sick
Im bout to stick Slick Rick for all that old school shit
Right now Im bent and when I get like this I dont think
About to make Stevie J take off that tight ass mink
Ill rob Pun without a gun snatch his piece then run
This nigga weigh 400 pounds how he gon catch me son
This aint serious
Being broke can make you delirious
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga
Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w the pound
Like you gimme the cash and u put the hot dog down
I figured it out
Been robbin Joe before thats why his ass
Dont wanna be a playa no more
Mad at you Im robbin JD FUCK YOU PAY ME
Had Da Brat with em shoulda had his gat with him
DMX wanna get down well you tell homey
Im on that Treach shit I do my Dirt All By My Lonely
I should rob Clue man his shit did well
I wanna stick TQ but his shit aint sell
I hit the studios take shit and leave
Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings
Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ill beat your ass like that white boy on MTV
Cannibus wanna battle while Im stickin them up
Nigga get capped coroners pickin em up
Heavy tried to hide his shit nigga try to stall ya
He said Why you robbin me I got Nuttin But Love for ya
Caught Juvenile for his Cash Money piece
Told him I want it all he said Even my gold teeth
I caught Blackstreet on a back street in a black jeep
One at a time get out and take off your shine
Did you ever think that you would be this rich
Did you ever think that you would have these hits
Did you ever think that Id flash the nine
And walk off with your shit like its mine
I ma keep stickin niggas until Im livid
Ill rob Boys II Men like Im Michael Bivins
Catch Tyson for half that cash like Robyn Givens
Im hungry for real im bout to stick Mister C
That nigga still eatin off Bigs first LP
I had Busta and the whole Flipmode on the floor
He asked me if I had enuff I told him Gimme Some More
Is you feelin this Then wait for the sequel
I gotta get Kirk Franklin for robbin Gods People
For real yo you know what Im sayin
Niggas got to get stuck up thats just how it goes down
It dont matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga
It dont matter if you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents aint fuckin around
Track Masters aint fuckin around
Crazy Cat aint fuckin around
The Madd Rapper aint fuckin around
So watch your backs watch your pocket book watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train watch everybody on the bus
Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not

• Mp3 Title:“I’m A Hustler”
• Album: << Power Of The Dollar >>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Columbia Records

Rule number one dont go against the grain
Rule number two give respect where respect due
Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
Gun click sound the 45 will tear you out the frame
Its like the rich get richer and the poor dont get fuckin thing
Dont mean nothin changed but the things my money bring
My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail
You peoples got pleany money actin like they aint got bail
I feel for you niggas gettin shot while Im sayin this rhyme
Or niggas in the mess hall gettin shot on shallow lines
An old timer schooled me dont burn bridges my friend
Imagine the G Dub close and yo ass gotta swim
I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York
Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk
He said I told em if he came around Id clap him I gave him my word
Look at his head its still shakin he had alot of nerve
Jadakiss sample If it wasnt for the flow
Id probably have to double Back bubble crack
Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited
Hardcore niggas start actin feminine
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time
Duke you get ten youll damn near do nine
Hate a liar more than I hate thief
A thief is only after my salary a liar is after my reality
The streets I know em like my ABCs
Stay away from the Ds and stack ya cheese
Try to see three hundred gs fore you see three hundred Cs
Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for keys
Yo bitches sexin me take me to ecstacy
Once I nut ahh oh shit I dont want em next to me
If its on mother fucker believe Im gonna ride
Im the type to swallow my blood fore I swallow my pride
Letters on my shirt read DKNY
Got grimy niggas runnin with me from BKNY
They say I dont sound like a killer well how a killer sound
I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down
See many men live baby and many men die
Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high
Heres a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends
Your enemies remain the same friends always change
I dont quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat
You can get him in the face dog or down his back
All bullshit aside now its time to be honest
I fear no man for death is all thats promised
I got niggas standin in line waitin to hear me spit
From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit
This for you niggas in the background dyin to shine
I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine
Dont nothin change in the game but faces and names
Skate to wait to date and the jake

• Mp3 Title:“Power Of The Dollar”
• Album: << Power Of The Dollar >>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Columbia Records

Yall niggas wanna get high well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs yall for sell baby
50 Cent uh take it how you wanna take it nigga
Yo aiyyo aiyyo there is six different wings in the spot choose one
Some get addicted some do it for fun
Boy my hoes are clean just like my guns
And I keep them in a safe place just like my funds
I keep all my big bills give my wifey the ones
Frontin and Ill clap your ass and leave you for dead son
Niggas who know me know how I get down Im fresh out the pound
NYPD crit the flip get on some New York undercover shit
Fuck wit dogs you aint familiar wit and get bit
Niggas scripted through the hit for some paper and shit
Its all about the cash keep it in a stash
Some niggas talk shit wit they ass I see through them like glass
Popo lookin for me for some shit I did in the past
If you dont like me at first Im gonna grow on you like a rash
This rap shit I got it in smash Im built to last
Feel the wrath I bust that ass sit back and laugh haha
You dont have to respect a nigga but respect his cash
Cause for the money niggas will murder that ass
I came up fast I watched a lot of gats blast
The power of the dollar the cash the cash
Nigga dont you ever forget I call the shots
I run the spots extort your pops flossin drops
Im Livin Off Xperience like Lox Im hot
Check what I got shorty got knocked
Comin up out the capsule spot
On the uptown block he couldnt run from the cops
So my man got shot
In a jet black Brasada across the street from his moms crib on his block
I told him get them niggas that cash they murdered that ass
Niggas told em slow down he was movin too fast
Heard the shot went through his face after the glass he crashed
Hit the three on his niggas grass the cattle said it got low fast
The kid who had it done was a crude fella
Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella
We aint know them but now we know better
Not to fuck with his cheddar his man pack a beretta
He wont hesitate to squeeze that over that green back
Believe that now niggas know that hes back
I aint got a worry in the world if its beef dont sing it bring it
Parents warn their kids about people like me
Im out of order I turn your only daughter into a transporter
Before I die Im gonna see more blow than Rich Porter woo
50 Cent dont get it fucked up for greens I for greens
Let it go back to Smith I dissect it
I check and correct it flow perfected
I make shit hectic I wreck shit nigga check it
If you aint tryin to feel the flames from the blast
Respect a nigga cash
My smile will rock niggas to sleep, pack heat
Fuck the police handle beef on the street
On a scale of 1 to 10 Im a 9 with 2 MMs
If your man want to get involved Ill bring it to him
Niggas been wantin me dead Im still here kid
They send their dogs to come get me
They wet shit but they aint hit me
Word in the hood is 50 shifty
Niggas they dont want to go against me
Cause they know I hunt your ass alive

• Mp3 Title:“As The World Turns”
• Album: << Power Of The Dollar >>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Columbia Records

Uhh uh huh uh huhh uh huh uh huhh uh huh uh huhh
Uhh uh huh uh huhh uh huh uh huhh uh huh uh huhh
Money make a pimp pimp hoes hustlas sell dope thugs gun smoke
What
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Money make the world go round as the world turns
Nigga I need money to main tainn
Hustalin aint a gamee
Nigga go and gets the grainn
Gon get tore out the framee
TVs in the Rangee
I’m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed snort
Coc ainee and Herio anee
50 Cent
Nigga I bring the painn
You thought shit stay the samee
Nigga shit gon change
Put a bullet in your brainn
Nigga at close range
Run away wit ya rollie your rings and your motherfuckin chainn
Aint nuittin funny mangg
I’m about my money mangg
Bitch get down on that track and get my money I aint playinn
Better understan what I’m sayin
What I’m sayin I aint playin
I’ll be In front of your crib layin wit the mack ta start sprayinn
Any nigga thats in the game for the fame gotta be a lamee
Crackers’ll put ya in chains
Box’ll drive you insane
Sun cant shine all the time man its gotta rain
That whole loose is ill
You better crack the whip mang
A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes hoes
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough dough
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke smoke
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke broke
A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes hoes
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough dough
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke smoke
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke broke
I live
Life in the fast lane
Man I aint got nuttin ta lose
Everythin a game
Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee
Nigga you
Go against the grain
I’ll make you
Walk wit a cane now nigga now
Who you gon blamee
When shit aint the same
Nigga nobody hears your namee
You got down wit a gangg
O thirty one blood
Ya’ll niggas do your thang
You got 2 felonies
Fuck it go out wit a bangg
Ya’ll niggas wanna hangg
Wit niggas that fitlthy rich
They aint even got ta talk
To take your bitch
One look was all it took
She seen the benzo
She seen them TVs
And them big ol chriz omes
A-yo the bitch useta bring you dough
Useta be your bottom hoe
Now your paper comin slow
She feel like she had ta go
Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ballaz
Politic wit the willies the real shot callaz
I got one life to live
Follow that light that keeps on guidin me
Hateaz tryin me
Hoes is abidein me
Media ride me
King a the underground
So the streets is steady hide-in me
Representin sure taste-az
The yay keep takin pride in me
Streets
Deciple slide in me
Status reports the badest you caught
Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport
I cant stay away like Too $hort
I gots ta break a bastards back
Tore em up get em ready ta port
Put em on the master track
I blast the facts the life in the grill
Gorilla pimpin
If I have ta mack ya wife then I will
It’s me and 50 Cent my nigga
Live in trife and thats real
Talkin shit on us thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill
Thats on for treal
I’m on for million wit your pit in the clit that shit true
I split through your defences so relentless get you without you even
knoin
Got you strippin and even hoein
You dont wanna let the pro in the door
This what we showin
A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes hoes
A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough dough
A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke smoke
A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke broke
Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines
Is your bitch your bitch all the time
You done got your paper now its time I get mines
Except the serve and everything’ll be fine
Bitch
Runnin from pimpin bitch you need to run TO some pimpin
Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe
You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like
Look at you motherfucka here
Huh bitch
How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe
Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street
Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch

• Mp3 Title:“Your Lifes On The Line”
• Album: << Power Of The Dollar >>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Columbia Records

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me
But that’s ok
Cuz I don’t like yall anyway
An I don’t like yall anyway
Fuck all yall My watch talk to me
My whip talk to me
My gat talk for me
BLAW what up homie
The bitches who don’t know me
They wanna blow me
Cuz the shit I floss with
be sayin everything for me
I came into rap humbly
I don’t give a fuck now
I’ll serve anybody
like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up
Cats just come down
The D’s run in my crib
I’m nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me
They don’t even stash cracks
They keep it on em
Right there in they ass crack
I don’t like a nigga
I don’t pretend to
I’ll Have the paramedics wrappin
Your fuckin’ head like a Hindu
Look I ain’t goin nowhere
So be used to me
OG’s look at me
An see I’m what they used to be
I’m that nigga that sold coke
The nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice
Went broke an sold soap
The thug that pop shit
The thug that pop myth’s
The thug that went from 3
To a whole brick
Nigga ain’t in his right mind
Goin against me
My bitches pray at the words
That make a blind man see
Scream Muurdaaa
I don’t believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an leave you
Muurdaaa
I don’t believe you
Murda murda
Your life’s on the line
Ya’ll niggas don’t
Want no parts of me
I’m tryin to figure out
How ya’ll started me
You gon’ make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six
I’m not a marksman while sparkin
So I spray random
Not a pretty nigga
But my moms think I’m handsome
I hate to hear he say
She say shit
Unless he say
She says
She on my dick
Its no coincidence
Niggas who fuck wit me
Get shot up blaw blaw
I’ll do a Cali style
Drive by an tear your block up
You soft duke
You puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the mack
Them niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they’re like Damn
50 really spit it on em
You heard that shit
Yeah 50 really shitted on em
Beef you don’t want none
So don’t start none
You just a small playa in this game
Play your part, son
Scream Muurdaaa
I don’t believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an leave you
Muurdaaa
I don’t believe you
Murda murda
Your life’s on the line
These cats always
Escape reality when they rhyme
Thats why they write about bricks
An only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them
An they say they got a fast car
Nascar
Truck with a crash bar
An TVs in the dash Pa
See them in the five
With stock rims
I just laugh Pa
I catch stunts
When I ain’t tryin
I ain’t lyin
I sip Don P til I spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get out of line
Ill get you hit up
Now if you say my name
In your rhymes
You better watch what you say
You get carried away
You could get shot
An carried away
Now here’s a list of MCs
That could kill you in eight bars
50 ummm
JayZ and Nas
I ma say this shit now
An’never again
We ain’t buddies
We ain’t partners
An we damn sure ain’t friends
The games you playin
You get killed like that
Actin like you all hard
You ain’t built like that
See me when you see me nigga
What What
Scream Muurdaaa
I don’t believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an leave you
Muurdaaa
I don’t believe you
Murda murda
Your life’s on the line
Ya’ll niggas don’t
Want no parts of me
I’m tryin to figure out
How ya’ll started me
You gon make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth then slide off in the six

• Mp3 Title:“The Good Die Young”
• Album: << Power Of The Dollar >>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Columbia Records

Yo you know what I want I want the beat to drop right now
Niggas be thinkin Im crazy right
You are crazy
I aint crazy
You are crazy
Atleast I dont think Im crazy
I think my shit is hot I think Im hot
You hot but you crazy
Why they wanna man I dont know
Its the money that makes shit get ugly
Its the money that makes these hoes love me
Its the money that makes niggas wanna slug me
Man I thought the money would make it all lovely
Yo I actually write what I do or see
the felonies from day to day make me say what I say
when I die my art will be worth more than Picassos
Dont cry for me smile for me
And if you see them niggas that wet me wile for me
Remember the good times the chips we stacked
The clips we packed
And all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
Let my tombstone read I Tried and from the start
Everything I wrote was from my heart
So itll always be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit dont fuck with my art
Sometimes it sounds like Im playin but Im sayin
This shit is real it aint a game
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips sip champaigne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine
First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
Im convinced it can happen to anybody kid
So I get vest up when I get dressed up
In the hood its messed up niggas runnin round shootin shit up
If its Dom that you drinkin fill up my cup
If you got something to doubt me shut the fuck up
Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt
And gettin robbed aint a good time to press ya luck
Duke listen if you move Im a hurt you
Youll get your turn to shine later patience is a virtue
Right now what you need to do is gimme the cash
Forget about your Boss bein mad just save ya ass
Be a good Boy now go and get your stash
I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash
Alright run along before I shoot ya ass
I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash
I know we all gotta go but Id hate to go fast
Then again I dont think itd be fun to stick around and go last
Man listen if you really really like this shit
Nigga call Steve Stoute and Ill write ya shit
Call him now before I drop for real cause after I drop
Im a be chargin yall niggas like Forty a pop
To each his own me I got it while it was cheap
Typical mentality I know Im straight from the street
1999s the year of the predator Im killin to eat
Niggasll treat you like a egg you come to cop you get beat
Gimme your dough oh you wore your jewels what a treat
Youre a generous guy
Take em off or die
Man we hurtin round here aint nobody slingin pies
Look around aint nobody round here fly
Why you round here with this shit anyway huh you high

• Mp3 Title:“The Hit”
• Album: << Power Of The Dollar >>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Columbia Records

Uh uh uh uh uh uh
I change places to prevent catchin the cases
Races in the faces hall at you laces
This is a hit lets see if homicide trace this
The only thing hotter than my flow is the block inhale and exhale
Thats why I left this snow biz, and got into show biz
Lets get this clear it aint on til I say its on pause its on
Im eatin yall niggas fastin like its Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge of the bar sippin a Don
I keep the bottle just in case you never know when its on
This worries bump I cant go wrong my teams too strong
You want war I take you to war now that my money long
Why you broke cats buy the by lines and fantasize
The way Im spittin put TVs in everything Im sittin
While Im hot to death Im gonna say this to all you playa haters
Yall should hate the game not the playas c mon
I change places to prevent catchin the cases
Races in the faces hall at you laces
This is a hit lets see if homicide trace this
50 Cent lets see if homicide trace this
Everyday is bugged niggasll come to a club
To try to show you they a thug instead of showing some love
Now what you think you chump me If I let you bump me
When Im about to make a mill faster than you make a G haha
I know I lie its a habit I vow to clean the city like the mayor
And in the crack game Im a franchise player
Niggas be thinkin I be out to lunch with mines
Then in crunch time I start hittin em hard with punch lines
You cats got to be sick to think 50 cant spit
Better check my batting average I always make hits
My flows leave these rap cats ketro ketro all across the metro metro
Plus I pack a cannon up under my marple cannon
They fake they look like money but aint worth half the cake
Have me runnin from Jake in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take for Christ sakes
50 Cent lets see if homicide trace this
I change places to prevent catchin the cases
Races in the faces hall at you laces
This is a hit lets see if homicide trace this
50 Cent lets see if homicide trace this
I change places to prevent catchin the cases
Races in the faces hall at you laces
This is a hit lets see if homicide trace this
50 Cent lets see if homicide trace this
Yo son remember them fake playas
Who try to play us at The Shark Club in Vegas
Had them tight linen blazers and beat up gators
Lookin like last yeas playas pause
Yeah I could tell they dough was low
When we came through the do
I copped a case of Cristal and copped one bottle of Mo
From the looking through face and the bulge in his waist he holdin
Yeah hes packin I can see his rack
The one in the middle he a big man I dealt with him son
Yeah so I expect look like they aint had a run since 81
They aint here on a hunt for food
So they could catch you, some cash and expensive jewels
Im gonna crash em with this bottle if he move
I aint the one son my shit aint come easy
It wont go easy believe me
I change places to prevent catchin the cases
Races in the faces hall at you laces
This is a hit lets see if homicide trace this
50 Cent lets see if homicide trace this
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
I change places to prevent catchin the cases
Races in the faces hall at you laces
This is a hit lets see if homicide trace this

• Mp3 Title:“Queens Pimp”
• Album: <<Before The Massacre 2050>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Ruff Ryder/Interscope

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
Spray, there ain?ta shell that bend my heat
Ya?ll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain?t gon? make it
You niggas gon? get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin? and shakin?
I?m from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas?ll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, with shorty bouncin? that ass
I won?t fuck, gimme a second, I?ma holla, I?ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don?t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro?, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don?t know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin? around to buck back
In my hood
I don?t trust a mothafuckin? soul when the D?s come they fool
On my first case they told, where I?m from it ain?t safe
To have more than a eighth, niggas?ll come to your place
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you?ll have to catch ?em and murk ?em
I?m observin? in my hood, these niggas be dumbin?
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is ?em runnin?
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I?ma hustler, how the fuck I?m supposed to eat when its hot
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don?t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro?, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don?t know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin? around to buck back
In my hood
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin? on my block show off
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin?
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin?
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin? a whippin?
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends, shootin? diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin? on that black DeNalli
The grimey niggas where I?m from, they wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon? ?? and shoot your whip up
You know not to do good now
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don?t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro?, a lil hennessy, a nigga just don?t know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin? around to buck back
In my hood

• Mp3 Title:“Interlude”
• Album: <<Before The Massacre 2050>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Ruff Ryder/Interscope

Nigga wats up son
Wat up
Yo da old tymes wanna talk to you
Fuck them old niggas wanna talk to me about what?
See that?s wat they wanna talk to about, your mouth
Your mouth is crazy son
Don?t fuckin tell me my mouth is crazy nigga I run this fuckin shit
I don?t care what these old niggas wanna tell me how to run my shit

• Mp3 Title:“Hate It Or Love It”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

yeah, let’s take ‘em back
Uh-huh..
Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world
Daddy ain’t around, probably out commitin felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, Check check out My Melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
Four-four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
nana told me if I passed I’d get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I’d get the hat, now that’d be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain’t nuttin good in the hood
I’d run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
And I’m gon’ shine homie until my heart stop
(Go ‘head envy me, I’m rap’s MVP)
(And I ain’t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
I told Dre from the gate, I’d carry the heat for ya
First mixtape song, I’d inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, GGGG for ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
and had the whole crowd yellin Free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Fo’ I creep and turn your projects into Columbine
And I’m Raps MVP
Don’t make me remind y’all what happened in DC
This nigga ain’t Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck could vouch, when the dotch was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth?
Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
And I’m gon’ shine homey until my heart stop
(Go ‘head envy me, I’m rap’s MVP)
(And I ain’t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
From the beginnin to the end, losers lose
Winners win this is real we ain’t got to pretend
The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change, its staying the same
How many of them boys is with you?
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I’m walking with the snub
Cause niggas do alot of slip talking in the club
Til they coughin on the rug
I ain’t ever had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin up his drug
I’ve had enough, they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat
Now its an RIP shirt and my coat
Now I’m seeing, reminiscin
All of my weed here, never listen
If I see him, then I’mma lift him
And maybe I oughta even the score
But if not, It’ll be me on the floor
Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
And I’m gon’ shine homey until my heart stop
(Go ‘head envy me, I’m rap’s MVP)
(And I ain’t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)
I started out at 15 scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and I made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that Lou Deuce Deuce and my Triple Phat Goose
Sippin Easy Jesus, Rocking the Leases
Mama whip me when she find my pieces
I look back on life and think God I’m blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
You know I’m still nice with my cook game
Look mayne, It’sa hood thang
Thats why I’m loved in Brooklayne
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, Homie I’m still all good
Let me show you what a thug bout born to die
I take the bullets out of 50, put em in my 4-5
And I ain’t even got my feet wet yet
A seven-figure nigga who ain’t seen a royalty check
Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
And I’m gon’ shine homey until my heart stop
(Go ‘head envy me, I’m rap’s MVP)
(And I ain’t goin nowhere, so you can get to know me)