Текст песни «That"s What"s Up»

Альбом: Guess Who"s Back?

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga that"s what"s up [repeat 6x]

[50 Cent]
I blast 50 Cent nigga that"s what"s up

[Lloyd Banks]
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile just not today
In my hood they let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got shot today
I named em pop when niggas surfboard
You aint stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
Beef, you a target
Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
I aint a peoples person
I"ll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
Even though I got the shit in the stores
I"m like a nigga that borrow clothes
Bitch, I"m tryin to get in ya draws
Man I"ll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
I"m blowin on damn haze
All of a sudden I"m gased, cause I"m on the radio and I can"t wait
If you aint up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I"ll have niggas post up on ya block like I"m shootin the free throw
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
I"m ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
Yea they feinin to stick me, they don"t know the niner is wit me
Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
You only spend time at the mall
On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)

[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga that"s what"s up [repeat 6x]
That"s what"s up

[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I"m candy
Aint nuttin sweet about me
Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
Cause my Deez"ll make fiends do the up-town shake
I"m a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
I got a ruger on my hip
You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
Look homie I"m down for that day-time action
Keep thinkin it"s a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)

[Chorus- Banks]
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]

[50 Cent-between Banks]
G-Unit nigga that"s what"s up [repeat 6x]

[Tony Yayo]
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rappin
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Don"t get moved on
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
Then breeze through ya projects
When the coke come back
It"s the China White
And the d don"t sweat us in a bag a rice
Let"s ride O T
And burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouth"s a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
And, those niggas in the hood don"t wanna see me famous
They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it"s Tony 2 times
Beware of my wraith, I"m gone school you niggas
Prepare for class
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps

[Banks]
Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
G-Unit nigga
We about to gorrilla this industry man
Yall niggas better know
Yall niggas better fear us nigga
Word to my mother nigga
Fuck yall niggas wanna do
1 2 4 nigga G-Unit
50 Cent
Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks nigga
Bllllatttt

Текст песни «If I Can"t»

Альбом: Get Rich Or Die Tryin"

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can"t do it, homie, it can"t be done
Now I"ma let the champagne bottle pop
I"ma take it to the top
Fo sho I"ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I"m sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I"m 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I"m around quit playin nigga you can"t shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I"ll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I"m about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I"m gone (Yea!)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can"t do it, homie, it can"t be done
Now I"ma let the champagne bottle pop
I"ma take it to the top
Fo sho I"ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I"m down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you"ll get hit & homicide"ll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO"FO"
20 inch rims sitting on LOW PROS
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, I"m Loco Even my mama said,
"Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don"t rob me they know I"m down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I"m waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I"ll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It"s a wrap"

(It"s a wrap, nigga)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can"t do it, homie, it can"t be done
Now I"ma let the champagne bottle pop
I"ma take it to the top
Fo sho I"ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I"m dirty-dirty
I"m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya"heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there"s up"s and down"s, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God"s plan homie, this ain"t mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents
I"m the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can"t do it, homie, it can"t be done
Now I"ma let the champagne bottle pop
I"ma take it to the top
Fo sho I"ma make it hot, baby (baby)

If I can"t do it, homie, it can"t be done
Now I"ma let the champagne bottle pop
I"ma take it to the top
Fo sho I"ma make it hot, baby (baby)

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha

Текст песни «Fuck You»

Альбом: Guess Who"s Back?

[Chorus: scratching]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" [3x]
Styles "I don"t give a fuck" [3x]
Styles "I don"t give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I"m even, even better than before"
Styles "I don"t give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I"m just, I"m just, I"m just
the best"
Styles "I don"t give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I"m even, even better than before"
Styles "I don"t give a fuck who you are"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I"m just, I"m just, I"m just
the best"

[Verse]
Either I"m trippin" off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin"
I"m havin" flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin"
Comin" up, I was taught never back down
That"s why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain"t a shell left
Come with my gun smokin", you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on "em
There"s a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain"t nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who"s somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET"S GO

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they"d get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic"
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain"t shootin out in the hood wit me
I"ve been shot 9 times my nigga that"s why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma"s prayers the only reason I"m here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That"s why you bitch like me, so I"m a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain"t come to make friends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo" mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine

[Chorus (Different Variations)]

[Verse]
Can"t find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain"t hot"
When I drop, I"m sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y"all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn"t always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D"s call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin" like "Jesus Comin""
There"s wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede"
Talk"ll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown"ll "Stan" me in the street
Ha-ha

[Chorus (Different Variations)]