50 Cent - NY Lyrics

50 Cent - NY Lyrics:

Chorus:
Call me 50 year, call me Ferrari, call me New York
NY is my name change nigga I ain’t playing games
New York for sure call me NY
New York for sure call me NY

You won’t close my next felony fucking round I get the mat blowing
my heart colder than that corner you get clapped on
the crack on show you about get my jack on
I long no place we packs on
..my mind I just lame back on
stack on em get yeah rack after rack on em
get a foam this mess on cutting this mat for em
pop up in the yulla could dead for em
nigga getting the way out banging the crap on em
then lineup the woolves and scream my tack on em
I’m cool tryin keep cool till I snap on em
I’m coming for a nigga head when I black on em

2 x Chorus:
Is 50 year, call me Ferrari, call me New York
NY this my name change nigga I ain’t playing games
New York for sure call me NY
New York for sure call me NY

I hate when you niggas do shit then make me ask why
if you the homie why you won’t gonna testify
why you wanna see a nigga get the champ fry
a..in New York standing at the sky
why you hurt your friends more than your enemies
and why you don’t seek the stroke to your memories
why is the question I ask
shit was all good when you’re splitting up stacks
the shit you told the people gotta undermax
now why would you wanna do some shit like that
when that bound on your forehead don’t ask why
quiet close your eyes and die

[Chorus:]

50 Cent - United Nations Lyrics

50 Cent - United Nations Lyrics:

[Hook]
Ah, I got big bags of paper I’ma spend, ah
We gonn do it how we do it,
Then do the shit again
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna win, ah
We’re celebrating like a nigga home fresher out the pen, ah

I’m on, bitches all on my john
To get bread and don’t blow bread, the fuck is the point
Call me Elroy, I be on some Jetson shit
Papa X and the blue pill will wreck a bitch
I like it raw, uh baby, uh baby, I like it raw
Take a chill pill break in early tomorrow
The morning after, plan b, no kids involved
Please no kids involved
I put that money in the vault bitch Usain Bolt
Progress…make a deal then blow mills for real
Time’s a wasting, you watching my watch, ha
You old school, huh, jocking my style

[Hook]
Ah, I got big bags of paper I’ma spend, ah
We gonn do it how we do it,
Then do the shit again
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna win, ah
We’re celebrating like a nigga home fresher out the pen, ah

I don’t give a flying fuck, I always make bail
Motherfucker on the wall, check Forbes, I’m there
Not once, every year
Even when I take a break, my pockets is in shape
I’m back off a vacation
Can you believe it, I been getting paid on vacation
Yeah, I’ma keep niggas forever hating
They thought I’m going down,
Now look, I’m levitating
I’m a D pac, meditating,
On some Molly and … united nations
Fond in the world, food program
Fin to solve world hunger, god damn

[Hook]
Ah, I got big bags of paper I’ma spend, ah
We gonn do it how we do it,
Then do the shit again
You should fuck with a winner bitch if you wanna win, ah
We’re celebrating like a nigga home fresher out the pen, ah.

50 Cent - Be My Bitch feat. Brevi Lyrics

50 Cent - Be My Bitch feat. Brevi Lyrics:

Shawty say she straight
I can’t wait till the night will turn it out babe
take her to a different world
get the baby girl

No fuck you up at..
you’ve been calling the first day
we gonna have some drink on me
it’s my trip yeah you ain’t gotta pay
take her us down town
and my badly drop top show em all around
later when you get back show you how we live
then she take it all sooner she’s definitely in the crib

Chorus:
You’re so sweet come see me
I’ma give you what you need
you can be my bitch, you can be my bitch
you can be my bitch, you can be my bitch
I’m take you to my spot jump on top
I’ma give you everything you got
you can be my bitch, you can be my bitch
you can be my bitch, you can be my bitch

My girl got a girlfriend I call her play thing
why would I complain she’s everything to me man
we match together perfect
isn’t this amazing, isn’t this amazing that massage Minaj
they turned on I’m hot
three six lay text I’m playin my part
penetration over fixation, no camera taping
we’re making the bullshit until this damn..making
now I can tell you from the..so you know how to shiko
this thing I got with my bitch is so..when I’m in this mento
I’m bout to break it down on all the freaky she we in to
and feel not in the hurry now in the middle was to get you

Right we get in the crib, step right here
all you know this is, you can be my bitch

[Chorus:]

I’m heading out of state
got a jet waiting on the run way baby
I’ll be gone for a while I’m living you in charge now
and shawty won’t play and then you tell when I’m away it ain’t no game
and I go back and know how is just going down
and be back up in this bitch passing all around

You want me to just play my role
you want me to come take control ohh
ey ey
you want me to move in too slow
you just wanna see me run this show
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

[2 x Chorus:]

She love me man
yes it’s true

50 Cent - You Will Never Take My Crown Lyrics

50 Cent - You Will Never Take My Crown Lyrics:

They can’t keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my grounds
They will never ever take my crown, nah
They will never ever take my crown, nah
They will never ever take my crown, nah

I’m still shit, I meet y’all ready
Fuck around will be reading your obituary
My whip clean, my watch gleam
9 karats hoe, that’s what I call a pinky ring
Don’t even trick, my heart cold
I’m round the globe, I’m on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say I’m grimy, up to no good
Oh god
Shawty work that, we should work that
She a canna, she damn close to perfect
I might want stunt, throw a hunned racks
Get my man strapped, he gonn get my money back

I’m ghetto right, I’m super hood
I’m shitting on these niggas like they knew I would
I’m ghetto right, I’m super hood
I’m shitting on these niggas like they knew I would

Who Jah bless I say no man curse
things get better when they thought it would be worst
Here comes the officer asking for ah search
They found no weapons just only a draw first
They found no weapons just only a draw first
They found no weapons just only a draw first

Gram after gram, time after time
I got the grind
I can’t help it, I gotta shine
I do it big, you stupid big
I could fit like half the projects in my crib
You stick around, I’m outta here
You on the ground, I’m in the lear
I love yachts, a 9 boats
Either way, come a nigga got you picking dough
They done made me mad, now I’m in my bad
And I’m back with the strap catch a case be the case
Rich nigga swag
Every step I take, every lil itsy bitsy move I make
Turn the big bags a birthday cake
I can even fit this shit in my safe
Wait!

Got more money coming, try not to hate
Why you think a nigga in and out a state?
I’m a pro, I’ma go when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread
I’m flashing, I’m shining
I get the bread, I blow the bread
My bitches, my diamonds

Who Jah bless I say no man curse
things get better when they thought it would be worst
Here comes the officer asking for ah search
They found no weapons just only a draw first
They found no weapons just only a draw first
They found no weapons just only a draw first.

50 Cent - Leave The Lights On Lyrics

50 Cent - Leave The Lights On Lyrics:

Say man you don’t need much
to come to the free show

COME TO FREE SHOW

Fuck that
leave the lights on girl
60-69, leave the lights on
can’t see shit, leave the lights on
girl I can’t see the shit, leave the lights on
girl, leave the lights on
60-69, leave the lights on
10, leave the lights on
seat down, my..belly the pipe down

Girl, I make the bad rock like I’m on the yard shits
I taste shit tint quit lick my cup
time is money check my turbie on movement
I’m rich bitch I say move you get the movin
I’m a badly moves on tight nigga I’m cruising
looking ain’t hard to tell who’s winning who’s losing
got the pen out surround my wrist
I’m flashin out, condo round my neck I’m cashin out
I’m nigga rich got everything to rich nigga get
I got whip for days, I got dick for days
Louie her mess is hard to Jimmie Juice
..by them blues
plus I got the product collection
I might leave my socks on sex and all habits
all habits, baby show me what you know
at the freakie you came out on the low

Chorus:
60-69 on the time, shawty you can be a freak for me
come and be a freak for me
girl maybe I could leave girls let my
shawty you can be a freak for me
come and be a freak tonight
Let’s get right leave the lights on
I can’t see the shit, leave the lights on
leave the lights on
seat down, my super belly the pipe down

Girl, I already know that SM and shit
will never spikes for me but you get your ass sweep
limited the time skip the four play
I’ll be a chocolate wappin you can have your shit your way
hope the ..game good she looking excited
seven I will flight she already ride it
London, PARIS, fRENCH, Japana,
talk to me girl I just can’t stand
let’s get the stroking boning moaning, rolling
starting afternoon end up in next morning
stop the next round, look for my net down
so she do do..
I’ll play monkey see, monkey do
so everything you do to me, I’ll do to you, come on
it’s..but I can’t wuite here
what the fuck you’re trying to say I’m ..stucking my ear

[Chorus:]

Hey girl I know you want me,
no, what the hell wouldn’t you want me
shawty now push upon me
zip down my super player with the pipe on
you’re gonna just be like that
you’re so insensitive
hurt my feelings
I mean from the bottom of my heart I love you

50 Cent - Girls Go Wild ft. Jeremih Lyrics

50 Cent - Girls Go Wild ft. Jeremih Lyrics:

don't do much talking i just check the with the date
got 3 4 bitches in the tube waiting for me
my favorite is .. mona lisa
said she got a man she can't stand it he is a .. bro
bitch i am the man i love bubbling shorty
get get your pants all over me
get your … careful what you …
i know they want that
whatever is on topi am gonna spend … dj ..
give it to them
give it to them
give it to them
..my shit knock on the club .. girls go wild
from the front to the back .. girls go wild
i got to .. girls go wild
i got .. rock to my own shit girl go wild
she want me to trick that thing this pussy is for me
she see my watch and all about my pinky ring
understand i am out here in these street get out of .. take mine
i will be .. with that heat
girl my swag is illicit look of all .. friends i blue up a couple ...
shorty .. i bet she is a freak
she might bring a friend if she want something to eat
i know they want that give it to them
whatever is on top give it to them
i am gonna spend a little more days at the .. dj ..
give it to them
give it to them
give it to them
..my shit knock on the club .. girls go wild
from the front to the back .. girls go wild
i got to .. girls go wild
i got .. rock to my own shit girl go wild

50 Cent - Wait ’til Tonight Lyrics

50 Cent - Wait ’til Tonight Lyrics:

If you think you’re lonely now
Wait until tonight, girl
Ah man
If you think you’re lonely now
Wait until tonight, girl

[Verse 1]
I’m waitin’ on you to come, baby I’m that man
Bedroom superhero, naked I’m Batman
I kill it then I give ya mouth-to-mouth, CPR
Bring ya back to life, climax, start your after life
Bounce up and down on my love, this is chronic
Have it how you want it, my back shot’s bionic
She givin’ me something I can feel like En Vogue
Unload then reload, recharge, I’m back on
Back at it, fuckin’ up the sprigs in her Craftmatic
Jack rabbit, addiction, I don’t wanna break that habit
Your boy toy man, child it’s cool, you can play with me
City life, bright lights, tonight you can stay with me
I wanna share thoughts, let’s talk, go for a walk
Fantasies, we can get loose right in the park
Bullseye right through her head, to her heart
It’s mental and physical, when you’re gone, I’ll be missin’ you

[Hook]
You gon’ get it, you gon’ get it
I got a plan for you (I got it all planned girl)
Girl it’s on ’til the ‘mon when you come through (hahaa)
I can’t think of a thing that I won’t do (What you wan’ do?)
When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait ’til I get you girl)

[Verse 2]
I’m Curtis Mayfield, Marvin, the new Bobby Womack
2012 freak shit, baby I’m all that
The touchin’ and the teasin’, the pleasure’s the reason
I’m sure she’ll be open from the lickin’ and strokin’
Or how I say a line and it stimulates her mind
My sense of humor, I make her smile while passin’ time
It’s sexual, it’s not perverted or obscene
The foreplay we play, until I touch her ’til she cream
Cash rules the shortie, she’s something out a dream
Half J-Lo half Jessica Biel, she in between
Got that island girl swag, she Dutty Wine
When we get back to the spot, that ass is mine
See how I switch gears, her bra gone it’s on
It’s showtime, it’s my turn to perform
Leave the lights on, while I get it, I got it good
She sayin’ she love my show, I’m sayin’ I knew she would

[Hook]
You gon’ get it, you gon’ get it
I got a plan for you (I got it all planned girl)
Girl it’s on ’til the ‘mon when you come through (haha)
I can’t think of a thing that I won’t do (What you wan’ do?)
When you come and I get my hands on you (Wait ’til I get you girl)

50 Cent - I Just Wanna ft. Tony Yayo Lyrics

New music video by 50 Cent performing his new song, "I Just Wanna" feat. Tony Yayo. Off of The Big 10, mixtape available for free download. Lyrics below.

50 Cent - I Just Wanna ft. Tony Yayo Lyrics:

[50 Cent]
Look nigga, if you don’t love yourself
Ain’t nobody gon love you
Your shit ain’t right
what bitch in her right mind gon’ f-ck you
That’s what they told me then
So I was like “fuck a bitch”
Bitch I’mma grind, imma shine, everytime blow they mind
Oh now she like me, oh oh oh now they like me
All I want is a blow job
This bitch wanna be wifey
No 3-course meal, all I want is fast food
I wanna have fun, how about a cookie huh?

[Hook]
I don’t wanna love you
I just wanna unbutton your blouse
And let the girls out
I wanna fuck you
Maybe later on, if you’re free
You can come to my house
Only if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier than
You’ve ever been, if you want to
We can get freakier and freakier
You can bring a friend

[Tony Yayo]
Bitches from Belize, keep all in the weed
Remy crew got me sweating out a remi weave
Fuck a model tonight, my bitch is from the
She the project pimp tease
Them hood bitches always bring back memories
They all catch the makers like “Yayo you remember ME?”
I certainly do, pull the curtain on a ’62
Hands was free, she on her menstrual
I promise I don’t love em, I don’t cuff em
I don’t pay a bitch’s rent to have the next nigga fuckin’
I’m a pimp with principles
Killin with visuals
My diamonds like

[Hook]

[50 Cent]
I don’t want a relationship, I just wanna have fun
In every position, we can come up with til we’re done
And my request is to be kickin shit in my ear
Like to hear what youre thinking, after laughing and drinking
We can have a ball, we can do it all
Moonshine light up the sky at night time
Any time could be the right time
I’m sort of impulsive, I’m kinda explosive
Me, Take a little at a time in doses
Once you’re addicted, I just wanna kick it
You could pick the spot, I’ll be there with the quickness
Give it to you good, when I’m goneI’m sure you gon miss this

[Hook]

50 Cent - Queens NY ft Paris Lyrics

New music video by 50 Cent performing his new song, "Queens, NY" feat Paris.
Off of The Big 10, mixtape available for free download.

50 Cent - Queens NY ft Paris Lyrics:

[Paris - Verse 1]
I string ‘em along with some acoustic guitar shit
Tell ‘em park it in front of Neiman Marcus
I need that, I need that
When we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at?
Said you got a Spider, where them keys at? Them keys at?
Living on em, shitted on em
I’m hotter than the sauna, pull off in a Zonda
Calm yourself before you get dealt with
Had the medics working on your pelvis
DOA there’s nothing left to say
Went down like an hourglass
Paris 1st class regardless
Fake bitches not responsive
Me, I’m in the streets rocking a piece that’s retarded
In the diamond district with Jacob
Making loads, you little cons wanna save up

[Hook - 50 Cent]
We come from Queens where we are taught to handle beef on our own
You call up cops, we get it poppin, we be out with the chrome
Where Brooklyn at? Where the Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
Where Statan at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where the Bronx at? Where Harlem at?
Where Yonkers at?

[Paris - Verse 2]
All my men is caked up, stingy with the snatch
Cause niggas get too attached
Sleep with the ratchet under the mattress
Natural, my cat got a 5 o’clock shadow
It don’t matter cause niggas is still mad at you
Chicks is getting fucked
I’m on top, that’s how I bop, luxury every stop
Eat it or beat it, you should already know my friend
You’re not needed: next nigga remix
Word to everything on some G shit
Fuck with me, give me a reason
Feel something hot, change the whole season
For the greater good, make you fix your demons
It’s the loca, caramel mocha
Bitches is on their sofa, I’m taking over
You now rocking with the best mama
Bombshell hood hottie in the egg-shell Bugatti, oh!

[Hook]

[50 Cent - Verse 3]
Ease on em, squeeze on em
Move, dump the .22, three’s on ‘em
Breeze on ‘em, lit the trees on ‘em
In the bandanna, make ‘em think it’s gang-related

We on that gritty shit, the city shit
New York New York
You come through on some pretty shit
Get outlined in chalk
I get busy, I get busy, I’m strapped now
I’m tryna say I want you motherf-ckers to act out
I had that ass sprintin’ towards the door when I back out
Don’t do it, don’t you do it
Don’t make me stick to you
Holy moly, ya Rolly, icy oyster perpetual
Diamonds blinking like ass, take a look at it
I’m a regular bad man, they say I’m a mad man
Fuck a mask and gloves
I let it on bare hands
We come from a war zone, them Southside streets
Where anything and everything get gunned to eat

[Hook]

50 Cent - Stop Crying Lyrics

50 Cent - Stop Crying Lyrics:

They say they do it, like I do it with no mask on
Nigga, get the f-ck outta line, you getting blast on
Jesus let the weak roam the Earth without a purpose.
I’ll stomp ya f-cking head til it’s under the surface
Now I need you to get it through ya bloodclot head
‘Fore I put a bullet through ya bloodclot dreads
These niggas aint made of the same shit I’m made of
I Double click for my man if he needs a favour
I let a nigga slide he came back and almost shot me
And he was thinking I was scared, nah nigga not me
You don’t understand I was raised by the vultures
Still laughing like hyenas in the crib full of roaches
Call grandmami mommy cause mommy already dead
Daddy been missin’ since I was a little kid
Now who dared go there playin’ games with the orphan
They know my pedigree test me I’mma off ‘em

[Hook] (x2)
Stop the bloodclot crying
The kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
Don’t cry, dry ya eyes
Don’t cry, dry ya eyes

That first body drop, we just getting started, death come in three’s
Ar15, M16, semi-automatic, murder machine
Wave that, blaze that, give a nigga wings
When that blade enter flesh it’s an emergency
Ya love leak, heart open call the surgery
Feels like my last girlfriend I lost her
On second thought I know just where I left her, the alter
See, I’m at an advantage I don’t care about tomorrow
Find out that I aint frontin’ when then patience start to fall
You know attempted murder was the case that they gave me
9 bullet wounds know, now I’m half crazy
What is that a tear I see forming in ya eye
Why are you so frightened we’re all gonna die
You can say a prayer when I’m coming like the reaper
Staring through that sight on the top of my heater

[Hook]

50 Cent - What Up Gangsta Part 2 Lyrics

50 Cent - What Up Gangsta Part 2 Lyrics:

This is how a gangsta sing the star spangled banner
Pledge allegiance to the flag in a hardcore manner
Blue bandana, clip, oh nana
That nigga leaving what the f-ck you do blood?
Red bandana, clip, oh nana
Big flashin’ ya clip, what the f-ck you do blood?

It’s the return of that gangsta gully shit
Black Northface, braids up, under my black skully bitch
I still feel chills when the narcs come
My lil homie scrap the 40 we come around and spark something
Let off half a clip, make ya whip lay
You rock petty nigga shells, it hit ya make ya softer than whipped cream
Funny things are never how shit seems
You going HAM, we like damn, you don’t really want it man
We pop right up on you, gun in hand
This southside, muthaf-ckas get smoked here
We’ll see if ya still tough when the smoke clears
We at the hospital waiting to see the folks yeah

Blue bandana, clip, oh nana
That nigga leaving what the f-ck you do blood?
Red bandana, clip, oh nana
Big flashin’ ya clip, what the f-ck you do blood?

Nigga f-ck that, you better put that work in
You don’t want to, cool, You could get hurt than
Red bandana, Blue bandana, clip, oh nana
What the f-ck is up blood??

Uncle Murda - Warning Remix Lyrics (Ft Mariah Carey, 50 Cent, & Young Jeezy)

Uncle Murda - Warning Remix Lyrics (Ft Mariah Carey, 50 Cent, & Young Jeezy):

[Mariah Carey]
This is a warning
This is a warning, it’s been a warning
Warned you the last time, warning you once again

[Verse 1 - Uncle Murda]
Me and Mariah gettin’ money, ooh we gettin’ paper
I ain’t playin’ I ain’t playin, I’ll smack the shit outta hater
I’m the streets, I’m the gutter, ooh I’m so hood
My main chick caught me cheatin’, ooh I’m Tiger Woods
Remix after remix, ooh I got a hit
In the club feelin’ myself like ooh I’m the shit
I got Brooklyn on my back, watch how I hold it down
I got Biggie up in heaven like, ooh he makin’ me proud
I run New York right now, ooh this my town
I just woke up one mornin’, like ooh I’m wearin’ the crown
Oh they shook, oh they nervous, ooh I got ‘em scared
I’m 50 when he first came out, ending rapper careers (yeah)

[Hook - Mariah Carey]
This, this is a warning (this is a warning)
Warned you one last time, Warning you once again

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
E’rything cool ‘till I blackout, ooh you gone get it
Run, your back’ll be my target ooh I’m gone hit it
Niggas see me with the strap out, ooh they start snitchin’
Fuck the wrong bitch raw, then it’s oowoh when you’re pissin’
All I do is blow paper, ooh I gotta get it
Back to back, my two Ferrari’s, ooh I just shitted
Come through bumpin’ Murda, ooh I make ‘em sick
It’s a warning, I’m tired of warning ‘em kid
I tell the homies to drop ‘em, not even the D’s could stop them
Bottles and bottles we pop ‘em
They scheme, we sit there and watch ‘em
Trust me they move, or we got ‘em
Got them Gym Stars in the chopper
My niggas pull ‘em and pop ‘em, click clack now back your ass back

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
(Lets go. Yeah. Look)
I said it’s Snow and Uncle Murda bitch (Murda bitch), call me Cousin Chopper hoe
Jizzle why they call you that?
‘Cause I let the chopper go (boom, boom, boom)
Goin’ down my shooting list, send a couple warnin’ shots (yeah)
Summers mine too bitch, I make a nigga mornin’ (lets go)
I gets money, I gets money, ooh I’m havin’ paper
Man I’m sayin fuck the plan, ooh these niggas haters (yeah)
Man they thought that I was over, I’m like ooh you niggas trippin’
I’m with Wink, Loc, and Brooklyn like, ooh these niggas crippin’ (haha)
Catch me out in Harlem like, ooh these niggas bloodin’
Man them bitches see the Roley like, whose your country cousin? (damn)
On the phone with the Game I’m like, ooh too many fakers
Keep blowin’ all this purp, they might ooh, think we the Lakers (yeah)
What’s wrong with the streets? I’m like, ooh too many snitches
All around me in the club, I’m like who? Too many bitches (yeah)
I’m just sayin, why they hatin’? I’m like ooh, they wanna be this
Snow Mizzle, Uncle Murda I’m like ooh this is the remix (what’s up)

[Hook]

50 Cent - 50′s My Favorite Lyrics (Street King Energy Track #11)

50 Cent - 50′s My Favorite Lyrics (Street King Energy Track #11):

I took a sip of the potion
Lil’ SK, a little Goose, now I’m loose

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Quest for the cheddar I bought shiny Beretta
I’m firing squad hard, you niggas should know better
Than to bump with Ferrari, calamari
I kill like rebels in , I’m sorry
I ball like I think I’m the Prince of Abu Dhabi
Black gold gush out the ground
Gun powder fly out the pound
I turn a clown smile upside down
That’s 3 time zones in my watch face
Still hard to tell time with diamonds all over my watch face
Twinkle like I’m outta space, I’m a big dipper
You a little dipper, pipe down little nigga
Nice wheels, but don’t talk money, thats what I’m about
I could fit your house inside my house
And your neighbours and ya yard, oh my God
This shit aint about shit so I aint gon’ go hard
Now kick push, kick push…get the f-ck outta here
Kick push

[Hook]
You’re now being hypnotised, close your eyes
And say 50′s my favorite, fifty, fifty’s my favorite
I’m not the the one to play with, I mean what I say bitch
50′s my favorite, 50, 50′s my favorite
Still on that gutta shit, forever on that gutta shit
50′s my favorite, 50, 50′s my favorite
I know you love that shit, real niggas be loving this
50′s my favorite, 50, 50′s my favorite

[Verse 2]
Oh shit now a nigga floatin’
That Luger German, thats Kush burning
I’m Einstein on the grind
My wheels turning, I’m out in cali not in Hollywood
Silicon valley, I’m bout to get rich
I mean real rich, I’m talking Facebook and Spotify type shit
I’m not a programmer, I use ghetto grammar
Slang, I’m strong as David Banner
The Hulk, my money come in bulk
And if this shit go bad, I go back to the dope
And I pay attention to the murder I wrote
This my light shit, my heavy shit on the album
Lets get right bitch

[Hook]

50 Cent - Shady Murder Lyrics (Street King Energy Track #9)

50 Cent - Shady Murder Lyrics (Street King Energy Track #9):

[Eminem]
Ay yo fif’ I was thinking you should go back to doing the shit you used to do

[50 Cent]
Murder them, murder them
They violate, I demonstrate
Yeah, I’ll murder them
Niggas be fronting word up
They stunting till they hurt up
That semi talk I’ll let it buck
I had these niggas running hard
I’ll pull a nigga’s skirt up and have him kicking dirt up
I’ll get a nigga an’ a nigga back up stupid hard
Silence it’s the return of the tyrant
Seein’ through my third eye with both closed eyelids
Stand closer to the homie you gon’ to die with
Flames come up out the muzzle wanting shit that I did
I’m talking like the feds ain’t listening
Nigga this is a pool of piranhas you’re fishing in
I give to a nigga if he want it
Better ask niggas about me I’ll be on it
I get to drop, blow out your knot, perfect planning
Hit your back with something hot out the cannon

[Hook]
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in

You know I ain’t got the strap on me
Holding that for me

[Verse 2]
I’m f-cked up, it really doesn’t matter though
Hundred 9mm shells in the Calico
Wait, niggas drop like dominos
Run for your life, puta si vámonos
I was taught to see my crew a long time ago
Grew up around cocaine, yeah even my mamma know
I cut a O in the fo’ with seven at a time
Made four hundred of that, you know a nigga grind
Like Cindy Lauper bitch, time after time
A nigga shine like a nickel nine
I’ve been talking to the man in the mirror
Nigga so ass they was shaking like Shakira
It seems like my vision’s gettin’ clearer
See me coming with the hammer out, death is gettin near ya
It’s funny how niggas never hear ya, till you run down on ‘em
Gun down on ‘em

[Hook]
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in
It’s murder one, it’s premeditated
Murder, then it’s another one
Back to back, put work in

Yeah starting to feel like the old me (ha ha)

50 Cent - Street King Energy Track #8 Lyrics

50 Cent - Street King Energy Track #8 Lyrics:

[Intro]
You see a nigga soft, my first instinct is to lean on
A weak nigga eatin’ in my hood, niggas’ll put a beam on ‘em
These niggas aint supposed to be eatin’ yo
This sweet is sweet an’ low, I’ll have ‘em like shit was all good just a week ago

[Verse 1]
Let Drake get you niggas in the mood for love
I’m back to get you in the mood for the snub and gloves
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma
Crack come to cooking up that, boy I’m a chemist
F-ck pill poppin, a strap I pop that
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat
Got a nice gimmick going, you’ve been hot a few summers
But I got the type of flow that’ll stop World hunger
SK, I got nothing but energy
Call me Fifty, call me Ferrari the remedy
Hi again in case a hater don’t remember me
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be
Hittin you won’t be enough, you gotta finish me or it’s Ruger time
The SR9 fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya f-cked, gotta learn to duck, wassup

[Hook x2]
Don’t make me (don’t, d-d-don’t)
Don’t make me (do it)
Don’t make me (you know I do it)
Show you whats up
Don’t make me f-ck you up

[Verse 2]
Listen any bitch on the milk box aint missin’
I mean some of these hoes running round with Pippen
I’m writing reality it sounds harsh
Shyne (Sean?) try to get at me he sounds washed
I aint even fire back the shits washed
What kind of shit is that, this only happens in rap
These niggas so fake, it make my skin crawl
Hope I aint the last real nigga up over the wall
Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin, cream linen
Bulges from the Benjamin’s in ‘em
Tom Ford, oh Lord, if I aint know better I think a nigga push raw
It feels like it’s never gon stop
A nigga so hot, I may spend forever on top
(Forever ever) Forever in the drop
Cant til I got it on lock
Bitch

[Hook]

50 Cent - Non Stop Lyrics (Street King Energy Track #4)

50 Cent - Non Stop Lyrics (Street King Energy Track #4):

Now I don’t get along with these niggas anyway man
I wish a nigga….

[Verse 1]
You niggas won’t believe I got the shooters to your shot
You think you’re built for bumpin’ heads with me well nigga you’re not
This’ll be the last time I try to f-cking warn you
Next time your ass out of line, bitch I’m on you
Nigga that security you got ain’t getting paid
Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade
You f-cking hesitate you gon need first aid
My blade’ll turn a line man into a feather weight
Who me? I wanna warn you muthaf-ckers ain’t seen nothing like me
Still looking for a ? and my wrist so icy
I tell the homies these niggas is full, eat ‘em
They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need ‘em
Take it off, tell that sucker “take it off”
They ain’t come up how we came up, man they niggas so soft
Half man half dog man my niggas sense fear
Brought ‘em here in a Lear to take your Audemere

[Hook]
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
I’m from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you’re blown away
I make it so hot nigga my block
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I’m from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away

[Verse 2]
Don’t get coffee with me p-ssy I told you before
It’s outlaw, lawless I f-ck you up regardless
Niggas say they be work in I wanna see what they saying
Put that work in without a mans, bring me that nigga, chain him
ATL BET we can AR in the park
Make the parking lot sound like an Iraq bar
Feel the mood change when I step through the door
Go head make me f-ck you up that’s what we came here for
Gym star, carve you up nice
Have so much fun I wanna do it twice
That’s my bitch on the pole
You tipping she’s stripping
I’m known for tripping
I just slapped the clip in
599 Ferrari state dipping
Cash getting, brick flipping
Straight clip in, good ghetto living
Big better vision
Bigger plans for a bigger bed to get in

[Hook]
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
I’m from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you’re blown away
I make it so hot nigga my block
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I’m from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away

[Outro]
Yeah, ya’ll see me laying low, I got so much shit to say
I’m a play, we gon spar from now to the fight
You understand how this goes down right?
You seen this movie before, this a rerun
‘Fore what we call it? We call it Get Rich Or Die Trying
Huh, D12 niggas that time
Nah nah nah, we call it the massacre.
We did 10 million that time
What we gonna call it?
Huh

50 Cent - The Enforcer Lyrics

50 Cent - The Enforcer Lyrics:

who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
money like a boss plus still come off you
ferrari, lambo, i race it
bugatti, i chase it
i be stuntin’, don’t say shit, murda
is what i get a … there’ll never be another me, face it
i … big bread so tape it
shawty got everything you can play it
she ain’t bitch like the … stay with
so brave your … tray .. duck tape, ready
your time’s up already
black bag body bag ,ready, ready, ready,

who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
crazy, sip … rich, still pushing narcotics
2 wanna do, i’ve done it
life’s going away, i won it
ex pills… drama tell me who won it
… i’ve done it,
they talk about, they frontin’

so brave your … tray .. duck tape, ready
your time’s up already
black bag body bag ,ready, ready, ready,

who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
money like a boss plus still come off you

this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound sounds when i’m at you
the steamforcer mansion
this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound feels when i’m blasting
everything i do something you want to
but you don’t do things that i do
cause you ain’t got the heart to do it
you, you, you ain’t got the heart to do it
you, you, you ain’t got the heart to do it

who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
money like a boss plus still come off you
who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
who wanna play with the enforcer, who wanna play with the enforcer?
money like a boss plus still come off you

this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound sounds when i’m at you
the steamforcer mansion
this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound sounds when i’m at you
this sound feels when i’m blasting
blasting, blasting, blasting,
this sound feels when i’m blasting.