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• Mp3 Title:“Whoo Kid”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can’t shine
You ain’t gettin’ yours? thats fucked up cause I’m gettin’ mine
I got a M1 in my hand, I’m feelin’ to start killin’ shit
I’m not the nation’s new Malcolm X, but I’m militant
What, I’m supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin’ bench press
Why you screamin’ war senseless, I’m tryin’ to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear ‘em out
Four fifth, four shots, that’ll fuckin’ air ‘em out
In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit niggas, they gon’ always make bail
Whether it’s two G’s or twenty G’s
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I’m not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause I’m out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can’t shine
You ain’t get yours? That’s fucked up cause I’m gettin’ mine

• Mp3 Title:“Wanksta”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Whooo
Yeah
It’s 50 aka Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain’t got time to waste
Let’s make it
You said you were a gangsta but you never pop nothin’
We said you were a Wanksta and you need to stop frontin’
You ain’t a friend of mine,
You ain’t no kin of mine,
What makes you think that I’ma run up on you with the nine
We do this all the time, right now we on the grind
So hurry up and copy go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she’s so fine, I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I crush ‘em everytime, punch ‘em with every line
I’m fucking with they mind
I make them press rewind
They know they can’t shine if I’m around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it three to nine
If d’s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes
You said you were a gangsta
But you neva pop nothin’
We said you were a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin’
You go to the dealership
But you never cop nothin’
You been hustlin’ a long time
And you ain’t got nothin’
Damn homie, in highschool you was the man, homie
What the fuck happened you?
I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda
Nigga you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berretta
Now shorty think I’ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I’m livin once then deada, I know I can do betta’
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryin’ to get in my pockets, homie and I ain’t gonna let her
Be easy, stop the bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We’re in the club doing the same old two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don’t go nowhere without toast we thugged out
Me I’m no mobsta’, me I’m no gangsta’
Me I’m no hitman, me I’m just me, me
Me I’m no wanksta’, me I’m no acta’
But it’s me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I’m gettin’ what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I’m gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin’ they gonna murda 50, how?
We ridin ’round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK’s and AR 15’s?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and infra beams, huh
A-ha
Damn homie

• Mp3 Title:“Star And Buc Outro”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

aight i see starbuckz,
and i see you,
you look like coffee,
you hot and black,
i almost had an asthma attack,
so y don’t we roll,
and we can do it in da back,
of my car,
we won’t go dat far….
i’m tired of ryming anyone wanna go get some coffee?

• Mp3 Title:“Soldier”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

I’m a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I’m a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I’m a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I’m a soldier) G-UNIT!
It’s a fact homie, eagles don’t fly in flocks
But the eagles I got hold sixteen shots
Like beefin’, homie I ain’t sayin’ a word
I’ll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird
Now what New York niggas know about country grammar
Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers
When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself
Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself
If you lucky motherfucker, I’m solider I told ya
Push ya shit back, put my knife through ya six pack
Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin’ the dust
Five point O, burnin’ the cluth, while I’m burnin’ the dutch
You thought them other niggas was hot, I’m turnin’ it up
This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin’ or what
You done told em you respect me, now tell me I’m the nicest
Admit it nigga, I’m a mid-life crisis
(I’m a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I’m a soldier) G-UNIT!
(I’m a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang
(I’m a soldier) G-UNIT!
It’s like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger
Banks been blowin’ on purple stuff before that fat nigga
Pennys make dollars, and dollars make death threats
I’m doin’ remixes to bulletproof the

• Mp3 Title:“Scarlet Skit”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

50 cent and Tony Yayo
Background
Still smokin’ what (what what)
Yayo:
Son that G-Unit CD is fire man. Like I said man these niggas look like us, they
smell like us but they not us (laughing) real mutha fucking fire nigga ya heard.
50:
Yo they think this G-Unit CD is like work,like niggas is here working.
(Over 50)
(gunshot) we still smokin what(what what)
50
Niggas is changing, everybody wanna do there freestyles like me and shit.
Yayo:
Yeah. Everybody wanna fuckin do there freestyles like us. Before niggas was
just rhyming now niggas wanna make a song with hot.. You know what Im saying
(50: yeahh) You know what Im talking bout
Yayo:
Niggas wanna do what we doin.
50:
(Phone ringing ) hold on, hold on (Yayo: what?) Speak on it
Sha:
Who this?
50:
It’s.. who you callin nigga its 50
Sha:
oh 50 wat up nigga its sha
Yayo:
Sha Rau (50: wats up my nigga?)
Sha:
Wats poppin? Yo waddup nigga?
Yayo:
chillin
Sha:
Yo listen I was tryin to get Scarlet 2 work. She wasn’t tryin to work so I let
her leave with the visa and the keys.
50:
huh?
Yayo:
oh shit (laughing)
50:
you let (cut off by sha)
Sha:
you said she could have it son
50:
yo son listen man you gave her my credit card son?
Sha:
Yeah son you know she said she waz just gon get

• Mp3 Title:“Say What You Want”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Yo, niggas be askin me “yo 50 who you got beef wit?”
I’m a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any nigga I can’t make no money wit
If I can’t make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
I get money, money I got
so its a 100 grams or better when I’m going to cop
I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier
And my down bitch as a holster, like I’m supposed ta
heavy pistol sales for living
my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue
while I’m out for the ends, you out for a rep
thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress
see me in a black lex, hard-top
My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot
I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)
So I’m gon sell like the box office features
Niggas in the hood can’t see G-UNIT!
but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
cause we got them three b’s: benzes, burners and bitches
and plus we on the road to the riches
You can say what you want about me
As long as you don’t get in the way of my money
Cause all that talking shit to me played out
Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out
Lately I been going through a phase
Hope they aint tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore I’m on

• Mp3 Title:“Part 2 And Bump Heads”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears
The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears
The reason there’s two karats in each of ya ears
I splurge with the paper ma, I don’t care
How you like it, pumps or boots, jeeps or coops
Minks or leathers, fifty fall off never
Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
So when I shine, you shine
The finest champagne, we can toast to life
Crap table in Vegas, you can toss the dice
Don’t let ya fears let you confuse sayin’ “fifty’s bad news”
I need you in my life girl, your too much to lose
Nigga, you won’t deny that I’ma fuckin’ ride out
Then you’ll bump heads wit me
I’ll put a hole in yo ass, you’ll see
That it ain’t cool to fuck wit me
G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard, I hang wit pint size killas
I ain’t tryin’ to be dirty, still on the strip
I’m tryin’ to be dirty, filthy rich
Give a nigga too much rope, he think he a cowboy
Give Tony too much dope, I’m pushin’ the big boy
V12, SL detailed
I rap and wait for them checks in the mail
If you hatin’, your due time life will expire
Cause my guns speak jamaican, they be like “Bloodfire!”
Where I’m from, niggas be on some sleak shit
They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick
And this ‘dro and this nestle

• Mp3 Title:“Part 2 And Bump Heads”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

• Mp3 Title:“Green Lantern”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Right now with the situation gettin’ better
So I’m doin’ you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out
Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga, it’s now or never
I’m wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I’m a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga, it’s all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain’t gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let’s get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I’m done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22’s, sittin’ on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn’t have to say that, y’all already know
From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin’ to see
If everythin’ is alright
Ya’ll niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from UTP
Everythin’ is alright
For those who couldn’t figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin’ it, and cuttin’ it, and flippin’ it, in 24 hours
Cause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force One’s, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)
Don’t really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
I’m sippin’ Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin’ weed
Shakin’ them haters off, bouncin’ to this jukin’ beat
Fuckin’ with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin’
Lettin’ New York know these Unica niggas ain’t stuntin’
Nigga we ain’t runnin’, I guarantee you that
After these messages we’ll be right back
Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a
Innocent bystander who don’t respect a nigga
After you finish your collard greens and cornbread
Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin’
From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
I got the Columbian, and I’m gonna hold ‘em down
When you get close, call nigga I’m gonna guide you down
You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin’
In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin’
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They locked my partner Gus up for smokin’ weed and speedin’
But he’ll be home though, probably about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year
But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasn’t?
Well come to find out, my homey found somethin’
But he had to choke a bitch, and fo’ pound somethin’
Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped ‘em
Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped ‘em
And pumped ‘em and pumped ‘em, and pumped ‘em and pumped ‘em
We over here, E, shots of, sippin’ on Courvoisier
Yeah Rockin’ exclusive, haha, haha

• Mp3 Title:“G Unit UTP”
• Album: <<No Mercy No Fear>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Right now with the situation gettin’ better
So I’m doin’ you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out
Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga, it’s now or never
I’m wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I’m a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga, it’s all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain’t gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let’s get this money man, them hos come with the paper
I’m done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22’s, sittin’ on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn’t have to say that, ya’ll already know
From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin’ to see
If everythin’ is alright
Ya’ll niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from UTP
Everythin’ is alright
For those who couldn’t figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin’ it, and cuttin’ it, and flippin’ it, in 24 hours
I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summ