Nine Shots by 50 Cent
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Drama Never Ends by 50 Cent
[Hook]
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
[Verse 1]
It's hard, yeah, it's hard, this that New York shit
That black glove, wood grip, outline 'em and chalk shit
I don't wanna talk, say a prayer for my enemies
Droptop, ten shots, I'll make your ass a memory
Time to ride, homicide, I'm down with it
I'll wave that chopper, hit your whip and shake the ground with it
Fuck with N dot Bonepart, get your ass blown apart
Hip hop's Napoleon, you know war, you know me then
I'll hunt you like a great dane
Hit you, hit you like a freight train
Run off with your fake chains
I'll give you mothafuckas somethin' to believe in
Knife work your lungs, I'll make it hard to breathe in
Little shit could be a big enough reason
You're dancin' with the wolves, fool, better feed them
I feel for you, you ain't ready for the outcome
Nigga I'll get at you all week with the same gun
[Hook]
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
[Verse 2]
Me I punch every nigga first I had a fight with
Maybe it's genetics, mama made me like this
Cocaine baby, problem child, half crazy
Children of the Corn, I've been warned so long
Big strap for robberies with my little 380
I'll make your little lady miscarry a baby
You leave the scene unseen when I get to trippin'
Pistol whip your head hard enough to blur your vision
What up, comrade, salute, I pull rank, I got bank
Just fucked up work, askin' if we'll use shanks
Every clique I'm in my clique, nigga, I run shit
I put in my own work, run, get who you gon' get
This is how it feels when you squeeze a Smith & Wesson
When talk is not an option, it's a form of expression
You got to go to work on a nigga
The red shit comin' through the shirt on a nigga
My gift to a break deal?
[Hook]
I get that gun, you know that blow and baking soda be the recipe
Fasho I make that .40 Cali' blow, you get the best of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
I know for sure I'll split your mothafuckin' head, you get to testin' me
You call the cops and i get knocked, I swear to the death of me
The drama's gonna never end, never end
Keep thinkin' I'm playin'
Get Low by 50 Cent
(Intro)
Uh..
Yeah..
I like the way you do that shorty (shorty)
Now can you do somethin' for me (uh)
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty (uh)
Now can you do somethin' for me
(Chorus)
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
(Verse)
Yeah..
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon
And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um
Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum
Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind um
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion
Another bad bitch half black and italian
I dont know if she likes me or my medallion
You think i give a fuck, i'm just tryna get a nut
I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up
Im fresh out the hood, but fuck it its all good
Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe i'll do you
A favour and walk you outside, rightt
(Chorus)
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
(Verse)
Naa, i aint ever aite pussy before
But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she cant be a angel this bitch is a fraud
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford
As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm
Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don
But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song
Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if they got somethin' behind um
Im high as hell, pussy drunk when i climb in
How a nigga unfortunate i'm in
(Chorus)
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
(Verse)
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn, she musta got that from her momma
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama
Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet
She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak
Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep
Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap
I'm so fly, but you already know that i
Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy
But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i
He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy
All ride in the U.F.O i drive
(Chorus)
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low! (low, low, (echoes))
Hold On by 50 Cent
(Young Buck)
Yea niggas, G-unit in this motha fucka
Ayo 50, ayo this nigga battlin breathin nigga
(50 Cent)
It won't be long for ya dead
You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me
Nigga I'll go for ya head
and leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street
It won't be long for ya dead
You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me
Nigga I'll go for ya head
and leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street
(50 Cent)
I hit ya heart ya dead
I squeeze till the semi run out
Niggaz who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the nigga in the hoopti with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit until the mac 10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't gotta aim
I'll wave this bitch in ya direction man
Beams, clips, and grips this a sticky situation (???)
Adrenaline rush'll squeeze my heart start pacin
(Young Buck)
Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same 64 drop same nigga on top
Don't blame me if ya ma fuckin block get hot
Cuz I'm just tryin to make a livin nigga, stay up outta prison
In the position of power, in a position where bitch ass cowards cant fuck with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon sue me, ma fucka I got bread
(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, nigga hold on
It seems like it'll never last
Always takes so long when ya hit
It won't be long for ya dead
(Young Buck)
When ya wired up it ain't no smilin, see all of 'em wylin
And these niggas is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin
And you know that reaper comin when that heater start dumpin
Ain't nobody say nothin
These niggaz is silent
From 12th Avenue all the way to the projects
Real niggaz, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
Murder one shit.. that's how I get ma fucka WHAT
(50 Cent)
I put the 5th to ya head, ya white teeth turn red
Nigga now get the bread, I fill ya ass up with lead
I put a hole in ya wig with the SIG ya dig
Shouldn't fuck with the kid
I don't play that shit
It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
The trigga gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, your dead nigga who cares?
(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, nigga hold on
It seems like it'll never last
Always takes so long when ya hit
It won't be long for ya dead
(50 Cent)
Me and my bitch we break up we make up see jac-ob for the stones
We kick up that's what's up cuz I'm out with the chrome
You fuck up you get bucked buck'll get ya
Push a knife through ya chest boy I ain't fuckin with ya
(Young Buck)
G-Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope, my pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz
We soldiers, we killaz, they know us, they feel us
They know we guerillaz, you know who the realest
(50 Cent)
It's my game, my set, my mac, my tek, my protection, my family
Do you understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son, my love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures
(Young Buck)
Buck shots hit his ass from the shotgun blast
Black dickie suit and a fuckin black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react
and we act like it's nothin
Ca niggaz used to that, listen
(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, nigga hold on
It seems like it'll never last
Always takes so long when ya hit
It won't be long for ya dead
The Funeral by 50 Cent
[Sample Intro]
The Business is entertainment
And what entertain the customers is the sight of blood
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'll get him
[Verse 1]
You niggas should worship the ground I walk on
I make mills off the tracks I talk on (It's king-pin)
50 don't call me nigga I don't wanna talk it out
The 40 cal'll hit yo' leg go on and walk it out
I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy
See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henny?
I'll send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase?
Zoe pound niggas they don't play
Buck stabbin niggas on camera and it's ok
Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away
Attempted murder, get a year on probation
Cam are you clear what you facin'?
You must ain't hear me, I done told you I'm a boss
I'm eatin good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross
Word on the street is, 50's not Jay
And Cam better stay out of his way
[Chorus]
Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long
Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone (Ha ha, that's fucked up!!!)
When they say he's gone (Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, he dead)
[Verse 2]
Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid
This is graveyard music right here ya dig?
This is not competition this is murder
Career endin, mind bendin, Southside ya finished
Now look niggas laughin at Cam down on Lennox
They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it
I have eighty of them boys with black flags, come through with black mags
And have you niggas zipped up in black bags
For a second he was hot now he cold
I apply pressure on niggas until they fold
But never mind me, man that's just how it be
The game got me trained they call me the hustle man
And like fame, my style will live forever
They thought I crossover, cause they don't know no better
I think they think I'm laxed now cause I got the cheddar
Till I return back bustin trust me it's nothin (OHHH!!!!)
[Chorus]
Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on
Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on (Hold On)
Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long (Ha Ha!!!)
Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone
When they say he's gone (It shouldn't have to be like this man!!!)
[Outro]
DipSet! Cam stay up! I'm not gonna destroy DipSet...
Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss, of DipSet!!!
And Juelz is the Capo (He's gone) Cam's demoted to soldier...
We like Jimmy better anyway!! Ballin'! Come on man
What's the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin
Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! (He's gone)
Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me!!! OHHHH!!!!
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