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• Mp3 Title:“Ryder Music”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew
Here’sa taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I’m out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don’t fuck with these clown niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok start sore
I ain’t gotta say I’ma boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin’ like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I’m homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there’s mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin’ to it
Let’s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let’s go)
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done fucked half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin’ Prince shit ?This is When Thugs Cry?
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin’ you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you
Jealousy’s for women, but some niggas is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they’re head with a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin’ I’m bug
My flows crack you listen, your fuckin’ brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin’ on my neck, hands grippin’ on the tec
Fool trippin’ through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin’ out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin’ to it
Let’s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let’s go)
(Let’s go)
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin’, cruisin’, rims gleamin’
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin’, guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin’ backwards if you chasin’ a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I’m fallin’, in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin’, ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I’ll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby’s born, my niggas the world turns
Rappers, I make ‘em sick when I say I’m the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In ‘99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein’ broke is against my religion, now picked up
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin’ to it
Let’s roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let’s go)
(Let’s go)

• Mp3 Title:“A Baltimore Love Thing”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not
The fiends need me, I ain’t around it, bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch ‘em shake
I’m not that genie in a bottle, I’m in a bag
Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man
When we first met, I thought you’d never doubt me
Now you tryna leave me, you’ll never live without me
Girl, I’m missin’ you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in
Relapse you fat bitch, don’t ever try that again
All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin’ this like its just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won’t forget what you did
If you give birth, I’ll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don’t give a damn if your ass start smokin’
But we have a bond and its not to be broken
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can’t you see you’re addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin’ with me, you can be all you can be
Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein’ me
I’m good lookin’, so you know, sure she be tryin’ me
I heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl
But boy, oh boy, fuckin’ wit me is a whole ‘nother world
After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin’
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote ?Sexual Healing?
Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too
I be with rock stars, see you lucky I’m fuckin’ with you
I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me this ain’t new
I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right
Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong, you’re hyper I make ya calm
I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward
Let’s make a date, promise me you’ll come and see me
Even if it means you have to sell ya mama’s TV
I love you, love me back, no one said lovin’ me’d be easy
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can’t you see you’re addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin’ with me, you can be all you can be
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin’ a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to ‘em
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin’ to say
But when you call, I’ll come runnin’, I’ll always take the pain away
They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a fuckin’ fiend
Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you
Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do
Call me daddy, I’ll make you feel good, I mean real good
I found pleasure in pleasin’ you, like a real man should
It was written long before, it was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
There’s more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate
And we’ll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates
And to see to that, I’ma do whatever it takes
We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can’t you see you’re addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin’ with me, you can be all you can be

• Mp3 Title:“Ski Mask Way”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Yeah
I’m Tryin to catch me sumthin
I’ma catch you sumthin
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled ’til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil’ bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em’ back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I’m so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffery’s career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin fuck jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news VA now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked
I holla at AI peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n’ niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil’ crew I’ll have em’ pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in NY they don’t know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key
nigga that watch is nice
that’s what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that’s what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That’s what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I’ll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It’s the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money

• Mp3 Title:“Get In My Car”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Uhhuhhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhuhhhhhh
Yeah
I’m a straight guerilla wit it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin’ outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don’t fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I’ll run up on you niggas
I’m on the edge, I’m just waitin’ on a niggas to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin’ at pussy
We ain’t buddies, we ain’t partners and we damn sure ain’t friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I’ma let her get in
I don’t play but I’ma playa till the mothafuckin’ end
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
I got my 64, ridin’ on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do’
Bitch get in my car
Don’t tell me you don’t know that, uhh I’m the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain’t these hoes, man I’m bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it nigga I’m gon’ take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin’
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin’
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
I got my 64, ridin’ on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do’
Bitch get in my car
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I’m high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin’ me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin’ broke, love won’t get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin’ me
They suck cock that make ‘em hot, I just let ‘em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I’ll taste your love
69’s the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin’, turnin’ over and I’m in the bed
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car
I got my 64, ridin’ on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do’
Bitch get in my car
Hahaha
Quit playin’ bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
GGGGG-Unit

• Mp3 Title:“Outta Control”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
I guess ya didn’t know
I make you beg for more
Everybody’s on the floor
Goin’, goin’ outta control
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set if off
Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
In the club, I get it goin’ goin’ uhh
Just move it to the music its on
To the sound of 50 & DRE
Everythings calculated in time percised
Never move another mill let’s get right aight
This test is my ?? choice I’m high off life
Feelin’ lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do
Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got ‘em goin’, goin’ outta control
Set it off from your left dawg
Set if off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
System thumpin’, dance floor jumpin’
We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin’
Thats what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, VIP, no ID
Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
Bitches break their necks to be where I be
Take ‘em to ecstacy without ecstacy
I’m the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
And remind you that you rockin’ with the realest
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got ‘em goin’, goin’ outta control
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
I’m hot boy, I’m burnin’ up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
Till the speakers all blown we gon’ turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
Get to poppin’ and shakin’ that thang on the flo’
A little dose of it, now I want some more
No body put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
But I ain’t payin’ for it, cause I ain’t no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I’ll stay with it
Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got ‘em goin’, goin’ outta control
Set if off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off

• Mp3 Title:“Candy Shop”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Yeah…
Uh huh
So seductive
I?ll take you to the candy shop
I?ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ?head girl don?t you stop
Keep going ?til you hit the spot
I?ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I?ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ?til you hit the spot
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon? back that thing up, or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay, lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I break it down for you now, baby its simple
If you be a nympho, I?ll be a nympho
In the hotel, or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, just whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I?m the love doctor
Have you friends teaching you ?bout how sprung I got ya
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem get on top
Then get your bounce around, like a little rider
I?m season?s fit when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with this stick
I?m trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
I?ll take you to the candy shop
I?ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ?head girl don?t you stop
Keep going ?til you hit the spot
I?ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I?ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ?til you hit the spot
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You aint never heard a sound like this before
Cause I aint never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper
It?s like it?sa race who can get undressed quicker
Isn?t it ironic how erotic it is to watch you in thongs
Had me thinking ?bout that ass after I?m gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
lights on or lights off she like it from behind
So seductive you should see the way she whine
Her hips so slow mo? on the floor when we grind
Long as she aint stopping, homie I aint stopping
Triple wet with sweat, man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, its on
And we gon? sip the heavy bubble, now every bottle is gone
I?ll take you to the candy shop
I?ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ?head girl don?t you stop
Keep going ?til you hit the spot
I?ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I?ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ?til you hit the spot
I?ll take you to the candy shop
I?ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ?head girl don?t you stop
Keep going ?til you hit the spot
I?ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I?ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ?til you hit the spot

• Mp3 Title:“Gatman And Robbin”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I?m on my way
I got a gatman
There?sa problem I?ma solve it
A nigga movin? around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I?ll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it?s 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I?ll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I?ll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
I?ll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I?ll be actin? like an animal, I?ll tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I?d major in art
niggas knew I wasn?t wrapped too tight from start
But bein? a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Will daint ya, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze
I got a gat man
There?sa problem I?ma solve it
A nigga movin? around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
Mothafucka you retarded,
you touch 50, I?ll leave you dearly departed
We?re walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta
Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT
That?s when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT
Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT
Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS
Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT
He?s got my back, I got his back, BACK
Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins
Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in,
To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,
Its just unavoidable, some shit is squashable
Some shitll never BOILER OVER
Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone
but let it be known there will be no sit downs
With no Daves and ?Zinos
There will be no peace discussions with me
There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you
Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through
Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine
Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be
Or we?ll be back with a:.
There?sa problem I?ma solve it
A nigga movin? around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I?ll leave you dearly departed
nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don?t give a fuck, I don?t care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got ?em on the screen, I?m plottin? in the county and I?m with it
You cross me and you gon? make a cemetary visit
That?s gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won?t stop, you can run, call the cops
They say no, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I?ll make ya wish it rained
I got a gat man
There?sa problem I?ma solve it
A nigga movin? around
With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I?ll leave you down
Leave the party

• Mp3 Title:“Piggy Bank”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank
I?ll get at you
my knife cut ya skin
I?ll get at you
blow shots at ya man
I?ll get at you
2pac dont pretend
I?ll get at you
I?ll put that to an end
That shit is old, dont be screamin Get At me Dog,
Have you runnin for ya life when i match ya boy,
I get to wavin that semi like its legal,
a lil nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle,
you know me, black on black bentley, big ol black 9
ill clap yo monkey ass,yea black on black crime.
Big ol? chrome rims gleam, you know why I *Shyne*
C?mon man, you know how I Shyne.
Im in the hood, in the drop, teflon vinyl top
got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I dont hear no shots?
that fat nigga thought ?Lean Back? was ?in the club?,
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud.
Jada don?t fuck wit me if u wanna eat,
cause I?ll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep.
Yea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals,
but thats only in New York dog, yo ass is local.
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
Verse 2:
Banks? shit sells, Buck?s shit sells, Game shit sells,
Im rich as hell.
Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell,
he dont want it wit me, he in PC.
I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank,
for just a few pennies out my piggy bank.
Yayo, bring the condoms, im in room 203
freak bitch look like kim, before the surgery
its an emergency, on Michael Jackson, see
you?ll pitch her and say she looks like me,
Kelis say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm.
Im way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz,
First thing they say about u, you?sa sucka for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots,
After ya next move, I?ll give ya what I got. (YEEAH)
YEA! HAHAHA, Yall niggas gotta do somethin now man
all the shoot em up shit yall be talkin
you gotta do somethin baby!
I mean, i mean cmon man..everybody?s listenin
nigga, everybody listenin!
hahahaha, I know you aint gonna let 50 do you like that
i mean, damn, rep yo hood nigga
nigga you hard, right?
pop off
Yayo, get Mobs & them niggas on the phone tell them niggas i said to grip up,
niggas got a green light on these mufuckas.. hahahahaha

• Mp3 Title:“I’m Supposed To Die Tonight”
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to ?em
All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga?s saying
I?m suppose to die tonight
Nigga?s done put a hit out and they talkin like shit?s okay
I?m down to ride tonight
We rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I?m down to ride tonight
Gun smokin, straight lockin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon?a die tonight
This is nothing new, i been in this position before
Grandma crib, Niggas outside of her door
Different day same shit, old mack new clip
32 hollow tips gloves no rubber grip
I?ma boss, but nigga?s never show no respect
I catch em slippin, I have em tongue kissin my tech-
One come test me pussy boy dont try it
Police response never fast enough the shots fired
Dont be stupid, find out who you fuckin with son
Before we find out where your bitch get her hair and nails done
It?s elementary…. life is but a dream
You know row row your boat your blood forms a stream
After you get hit you should?a thought about the shit
You took that paper you take a life or your life get took bitch
Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle
dont know if I?m god?s child or satans angel
All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga?s saying
I?m suppose to die tonight
Nigga?s done put a hit out and they talkin like shit?s okay
I?m down to ride tonight
We rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I?m down to ride tonight
Gun smokin, straight lockin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon?a die tonight
In 2002 if you ask me to make a wish
I simply would?a wished my music would be the hit
Big said damn nigga?s wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall I understand it all
But me I?ma little more flashy a nigga
So chances are I?m gonna have to blast me a nigga
I?m on that keflon vest shit that wild wild west shit
If 81 want karats stones in my necklace
I shine so so hard I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go they feel me
I know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real b
I dont talk that rich shit but nigga I?m filthy
When I come out to play and my mob aint wit me
You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver wit me
Homeboy frontin on me will shortin your life span
Hold the mic with my left my knife in my right hand (YEAH!)
All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga?s saying
I?m suppose to die tonight
Nigga?s done put a hit out and they talkin like shit?s okay
I?m down to ride tonight
We rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I?m down to ride tonight
Gun smokin, straight lockin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon?a die tonight

• Mp3 Title:“This Is 50″
• Album: <<The Massacre>>
• Singer: 50 cent
• Company:Interscope Records

I don?t know what you take me for
I don?t really play that shit
I ain?t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
I got a hit ya, its ya trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon? be strong enough to take this shit
I?m in the hood ridin? round with a chrome fo? pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin? up dust, ?fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if they start askin? question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo? sho?, whether I?m poor or I?m filthy rich
Now what you know about movin? that parvenu flava and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks
I don?t know what you take me for
I don?t really play that shit
I ain?t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22?s, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money, then I went back and got that six
I?m in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin? at the light, damn pimpin?, you should take time to check that bitch
You saw me ridin through the hood, actin? like its all good, but I?m lookin? for a ??? and shit
And a nigga with a knife, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib
nigga holla if there?sa problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips
I don?t know what you take me for
I don?t really play that shit
I ain?t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
Man I?m tired of tellin? niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I?m tired of tellin? niggas over and over I won?t hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I?m tired of tellin? niggas over and over they can hustle and I?m in your shit
Man I?m tired of tellin? niggas over and over you don?t listen you gon? get ya ass hit
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah