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When he left the hospital, he stayed in the Poconos with his then-girlfriend and son. His physical workout regimen helped him attain his muscular physique.While in the hospital, 50 Cent signed a publishing deal with Columbia Records. However, he was dropped from the label and “blacklisted” in the recording industry after it was discovered he was shot. Unable to find a studio to work with in the U.S, he traveled to Canada. Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent My Toy Soldier Mp3
“My Toy Soldier”
[Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way i say do it
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I’m the reason why he move like that
That’s my mu’fuckin toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon’ pop that gat
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I say it’s on, then it’s on
Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
If he’s a casualty in war, trust me I got more
You don’t want it wit my Toy Soldier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so close, now follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain’t got no conscience, them whores are nothin’
They ain’t wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
Here’s what to do if you see him approach me,
Pop that nigga, “I dont care if you know me.
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don’t trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D’s in the precinct know me
They know ’bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
I’m like I’m in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that I’m holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man
Hold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
You ain’t bout it I don’t want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That uz I pop, them hollow’s so hot, yo ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I’ll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head all taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I’m around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
Black tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organize discipline, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]
I’m in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
niggas scheme, the infrared beam’s on the mac
I put green on yo head like an Oakland A’s hat
My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja
My lil’ son ?? lettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries
Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV’s
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man
[chorus]
When he left the hospital, he stayed in the Poconos with his then-girlfriend and son. His physical workout regimen helped him attain his muscular physique.While in the hospital, 50 Cent signed a publishing deal with Columbia Records. However, he was dropped from the label and “blacklisted” in the recording industry after it was discovered he was shot. Unable to find a studio to work with in the U.S, he traveled to Canada. Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent My Toy Soldier Mp3
“My Toy Soldier”
[Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way i say do it
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I’m the reason why he move like that
That’s my mu’fuckin toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon’ pop that gat
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I say it’s on, then it’s on
Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
If he’s a casualty in war, trust me I got more
You don’t want it wit my Toy Soldier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so close, now follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain’t got no conscience, them whores are nothin’
They ain’t wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
Here’s what to do if you see him approach me,
Pop that nigga, “I dont care if you know me.
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don’t trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D’s in the precinct know me
They know ’bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
I’m like I’m in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that I’m holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man
Hold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
You ain’t bout it I don’t want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That uz I pop, them hollow’s so hot, yo ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I’ll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head all taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I’m around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
Black tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organize discipline, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]
I’m in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
niggas scheme, the infrared beam’s on the mac
I put green on yo head like an Oakland A’s hat
My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja
My lil’ son ?? lettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries
Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV’s
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man
[chorus]
50 Cent recalled the incident saying, “It happens so fast that you don’t even get a chance to shoot back… I was scared the whole time… I was looking in the rear-view mirror like, ‘Oh shit, somebody shot me in the face! It burns, burns, burns.’”In his memoir, From Pieces to Weight: Once upon a Time in Southside Queens, he wrote, “After I got shot nine times at close range and didn’t die, I started to think that I must have a purpose in life… How much more damage could that shell have done? Give me an inch in this direction or that one, and I’m gone.”He used a walker for the first six weeks and recovered after five months. Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent Gunz Come Out Mp3
[Chorus x2]
Ya’ll niggas know (wut wut ya’ll niggas know what I’m about)
Ya’ll niggas know, find me at my do’ when the guns come out
[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I’m fuckin’ crazy, they think I’m out my mind
Cause I’m down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin’ my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I’m doin’ my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I’ll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
[Chorus x2]
Ya’ll niggas know (wut wut ya’ll niggas know what I’m about)
Ya’ll niggas know, find me at my do’ when the guns come out
[Verse 2]
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don’t know I’m around
Hop out, hit ‘em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187’s in progress
Hard niggas finna’ soften up when that lead touch ‘em
You cut ‘em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin’ em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don’t wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they ?? fathom too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who signed with me actually let their guns talk
I’m cool with some bloods, I’m cool with some crippes
I’m cool but if there’s a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don’t know karate, but I split the bricks
I don’t love ‘em loverboy, we the shit bitch
[Chorus x2]
Ya’ll niggas know (wut wut ya’ll niggas know what I’m about)
Ya’ll niggas know, find me at my do’ when the guns come out
[Verse 3]
I’ll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you’re still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, ?? I will comodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fuckin’ with me, there’s no tomorrow
niggas’ll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest
[Chorus x2]
Ya’ll niggas know (wut wut ya’ll niggas know what I’m about)
Ya’ll niggas know, find me at my do’ when the guns come out
The face wound resulted in a swollen tongue, the loss of a wisdom tooth, and a small slur in his voice. His friend also sustained a gunshot wound to the hand. They were driven to the hospital where he spent thirteen days in recovery. The alleged shooter was killed three weeks later. Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent Just a lil Bit Mp3
[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin’ in the club when you hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin’ that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I’m like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I’m young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin’ old moves
I don’t give a fuck, I do what I wan’ do
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don’t trip
Yo’ heat in the car, mine’s in this bitch
I ain’t tryna beef, I’m tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I’ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I’ma get shorty here and I’ma let her know
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and fucking a lil bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin’ out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro’
Pockets on swoll cause I move the O’s
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I’m off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I’m like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin’, party jumpin’, I said loud and clear
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and — a lil bit
[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin’ right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain’t playin’, I’ma tryna fuck tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c’mon
[Chorus x2]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and — a lil bit
Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent Just a lil Bit Mp3
On May 24, 2000, 50 Cent was attacked by a gunman outside his grandmother’s former home in South Jamaica, Queens. He went into a friend’s car, but was asked to return to the house to get jewelry. His son was in the house while his grandmother was in the front yard.On returning to the back seat of the car, another car pulled up nearby. An assailant then walked up to 50 Cent’s left side with a 9mm handgun and fired nine shots at close range. He was shot nine times—in the hand (a round hit his right thumb and came out of his pinky), arm, hip, both legs, chest, and left cheek. Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent Disco Inferno Mp3
[Hook x2]
Lil’ mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead put ya back into it,
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
Shake… shake… shake that ass girl.
[Verse 1]
Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y’all already know what I’m about.
The flow sounds sicker over Dre’ drums nigga,
I ain’t stupid - I see Doc and my dope come quicker.
Whoa!
Shorty’ hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I’m like bounce that assss
girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we’ll thump in here.
Oooohh.
I’m so gutter, so ghetto, so hood.
So gully, so grimey, what’s good?
Outside, the Benz on dubs -
I’m in the club wit the snubs - don’t start nothin’, it won’t be nothin’.
Uuuhhh.
[Hook x2]
Lil’ mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead put ya back into it,
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.
[Verse 2]
Let’s party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let’s party, everybody bounce wit me.
Sip champagne and burn a little greenery.
This hot.
Disco Inferno, let’s go.
You are now rockin wit a pro.
I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho’.
Get my drank on nigga on the dance floor.
Look homie I don’t dance all i do is this.
It’s the same 2-step wit a lil’ twist.
Listen pimpin’ I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.
You mix a lil’ Cris with a little Don Perignon.
And a lil’ Hennessy, you know we ‘finna carry on.
Hollerin’ at these snakes in da club tryin’ to get right,
we gonna be up in this bitch ’til we break daylight.
[Hook x2]
Lil’ mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead put ya back into it,
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.
[Verse 3]
You see me shinin’, lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin’.
Uh-huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes.
U see me rollin, you know I’m holdin, I’m about my paper, yeah.
Nigga I’m serious, I ain’t playin’, I’m embeded in ya brain, I’m off the chain.
G-Unit!
Next level now, turn it up a notch.
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
Front on me, oh no, you know I’m loco.
Hands up on the dance floor, ok let’s go!
[Hook x2]
Lil’ mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead put ya back into it,
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.
The song was intended to be released with “Thug Love” featuring Destiny’s Child, but two days before he was scheduled to film the “Thug Love” music video, 50 Cent was shot and confined to a hospital due to his injuries. Please Click Here To Download A Baltimore Love Thing 50 Cent Mp3
[Intro- 50 Cent]
She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
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 back 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
[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing, girl 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
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
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
[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing, girl 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
[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
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
Push me inside 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
[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing, girl 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
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The track comically explains how he would rob many famous artists. He explained the reasoning behind song’s content as, “There’s a hundred artists on that label, you gotta separate yourself from that group and make yourself relevant.” Rappers Jay-Z, Big Pun, DMX, and the Wu-Tang Clan replied to the song and Nas, who received the track positively. Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent Get In My Car Mp3
[Intro]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I’m a straight guerrilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin’ outta line can get it
I make it hot, motherfuckers 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 nigga 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’m a player till the mothafuckin’ end [gunshots]
[Chorus (x2):]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin’ on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do’
Bitch get in my car
[Verse 2]
Don’t tell me you don’t know that, uh I’m the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I’ll leave with you bitch
I ain’t shitting 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
Commitment from me, uh nah not likely
When I with Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin’
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin’ [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3]
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 [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin’ bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]
50 Cent’s popularity started to increase after the successful but controversial underground single, “How to Rob”, which he wrote in half an hour while in a car on the way to a studio.
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[Intro - 50 Cent]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess you didn’t know
I be back for more
Everybody’s on the floor
Goin’, goin’ outta control
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set if off
[Verse 1]
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 and D-R-E
Everythings calculated in time percised
Never move another mill let’s get right aight
Success is my drug of 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
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got ‘em goin’, goin’ outta control
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set if off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got ‘em goin’, goin’ outta control
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
I did my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got ‘em goin’, goin’ outta control
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Set if off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
They sent him to a studio in Upstate New York, where he produced thirty-six songs in two weeks. Eighteen were included on his unofficially released album, Power of the Dollar in 2000. He also started the now-defunct company with former G-Unit member Bang ‘Em Smurf called Hollow Point Entertainment.
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[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I’m on my way
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There’s a 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
They say Batman
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it’s 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I’ll react 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 react 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
Danger, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze
[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There’s a 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, one 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 of the shit is squashable
Some shit’ll never boil 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:.
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
Gatman
There’s a 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
[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
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 a money scheme, I’m plottin’ in the county and I’m with it
You cross me and you gon’ make a cemetery visit
That’s gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Shell cases 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
This ain’t new, 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
[Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There’s a 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
He credited Jam Master Jay as an influence who helped him improve his ability to write hooks. He produced 50 Cent’s first album, however it was never released. In 1999, after leaving Jam Master Jay, the platinum-selling producers Trackmasters took notice of 50 Cent and signed him to Columbia Records. Please Click Here To Download 50 Cent Piggy Bank Mp3
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I’ll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I’ll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I’ll get atcha, Tupac don’t pretend
I’ll get atcha, I’ll put that to an end
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That shit is oh, don’t be screamin’ get at me dawg
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 nine
I’ll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol’ chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C’mon man, you know how I shine
I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don’t hear no shots
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was “In Da Club”
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don’t fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cause I’ll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I’m rich as hell, Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell
He don’t want it with me, he in PC
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo, bring the condoms, I’m in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I’ll give you what I got
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I’ll get atcha, I’ll punch out your grill
I’ll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I’ll get atcha, nigga I’m for real
I’ll get atcha, you’ll get your ass killed
[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha
Ya’ll niggas gotta do somethin’ now man
All that shoot ‘em up shit ya’ll be talkin’
You gotta do somethin’ baby
I mean, I mean c’mon man everybody’s listenin’
nigga everybody’s listenin’
Hahahaha
I know you ain’t gon’ just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said grip up
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha
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