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    Re: 50 Cent

    TiE-Red - 29.04.2006, 00:36

    50 Cent
    "Hustlers Ambition"

    (Like the fire needs the air)
    (I won't burn unless your there)

    Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
    So I can use you for your energy
    You know, it's real shit, feel this!

    [Verse 1]
    America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
    Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
    I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan
    Got that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle
    The women on my life bring confusion shit
    SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch
    Look at me, this is the life I chose
    Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
    I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know
    I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow
    Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
    O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
    Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life
    The fiends just fiendin
    Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
    The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

    [Chorus]
    I want the finer things in my life
    So I hustle (hustle)
    Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine
    And I'll buck you (buck you)
    I don't care who you run with, or where you from
    Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
    I want to find the thing thats in my life
    So I hustle (hustle)

    [Verse 2]
    Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
    Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip
    I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
    Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
    Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
    Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they need
    Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic
    And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
    I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
    Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
    If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook

    What goes in my mind, it's contagious
    Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
    If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be that potent product
    Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
    And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
    Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
    It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
    In the jewels with your chains
    I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
    Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
    I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
    Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
    I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
    Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
    Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
    Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
    I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
    Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
    The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
    Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
    Hello!

    [Chorus]



    "Window Shopper"

    [Intro]
    Ohh
    The top feels so much better than the bottom
    So much better

    [Chorus:]
    [Clean version:]
    Ja you's a window shopper
    Mad at me, I think I know why
    Jada you's a window shopper
    In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
    Joe you's a window shopper
    In the dealership, trying get a test drive
    Nas you's a window shopper
    Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
    [Dirty version:]
    Nigga you's a window shopper
    Mad at me, I think I know why
    Nigga you's a window shopper
    In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
    Nigga you's a window shopper
    In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
    Nigga you's a window shopper
    Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

    [Verse 1]
    Summertime white porche carrera is milky
    Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
    Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
    Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
    I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
    So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
    You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
    try and stick me imma let off a full clip
    It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
    At the dice game who told you put a G up
    Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
    When I come around y'all niggas better act right
    When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
    When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
    Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
    nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin'

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
    They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
    When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
    Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
    You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
    After that 5 hour flight from New York
    I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
    Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
    She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
    And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
    She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
    Her best friend could potentially be next man
    Listen man, shit changed
    I came up from doing my thang
    Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
    shit man, the store owner watching you
    For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

    [Chorus]



    Re: 50 Cent

    swiss_cow - 29.04.2006, 14:22


    Gotta make it to Heaven

    [Hook]
    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

    [50 Cent]
    Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
    Been to ICU once I ain't going again
    First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked
    An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
    I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
    Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that
    U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
    An get guns away in the hood like government cheese
    Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
    More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak
    In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars
    So I switch up whips to stay off the radar
    I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
    I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block
    So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
    An make it wet niggaz if you round me son

    [Hook]
    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

    I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
    Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

    [50 Cent]
    When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz
    Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga
    Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
    Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass
    Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down
    Then sprayed I played Dami me get the fuck off the ground
    Out the blue I get a phone call ?50 waddup?
    U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up
    I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
    Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy
    Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail
    Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail
    Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more
    The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'
    Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib
    Man social service finis' come an take dem kids

    [Hook]
    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
    I gotta make it to heaven, for I make it to heaven

    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
    I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
    I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

    [50 Cent]
    Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can I change the courage
    the change the things I can, but wisdom know the difference
    But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
    Thas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case act
    Man I might talk to you while we up in the Benz
    But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends
    Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
    Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol
    In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy
    Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies
    See it might be his, an it might be yours
    Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores
    Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws
    You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
    You got to tell me, you feelin this shit
    Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit

    [Hook]
    I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
    Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
    I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
    I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
    I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
    I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

    Many Men

    [Lloyd Banks]
    Man we gotta go get something to eat man
    I'm hungry as a motherfucker

    [50 Cent]
    Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

    [Lloyd Banks]
    50, calm down, here he come

    [9 Shots]

    [Banks and 50]
    Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

    [50 Cent]
    Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

    [50 Cent]
    Many men, wish death upon me
    Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
    I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
    And niggas trying to take my life away
    I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
    My back on the wall, now you gon' see
    Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
    'Cause I'll come and take your life away

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me

    Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
    Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
    I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
    I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
    When I rhyme, something special happen every time
    I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
    I walk the block with the bundles
    I've been knocked on the humble
    Swing the ox when I rumble
    Show your ass what my gun do
    Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
    Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
    I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
    Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me

    Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
    Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
    Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
    It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
    This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
    For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
    I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
    Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
    I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
    Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
    Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
    I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me

    Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
    I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
    In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
    Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
    The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
    I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
    I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
    Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
    In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
    Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
    Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
    'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

    Many men, many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me
    Lord I don't cry no more
    Don't look to the sky no more
    Have mercy on me
    Have mercy on my soul
    Somewhere my heart turned cold
    Have mercy on many men
    Many, many, many, many men
    Wish death upon me

    Gatman & Robin

    [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 black man
    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 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
    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

    [Verse 2- Eminem]
    Mothafucka, you retarded you touch 50
    I'll leave you dead, leave the party
    We're walkin' away from a beef, in which clearly you started
    I said we're walkin' away, did you hear me you wanna be thankful
    That we ain't beefin' we're still breathin' and just leave it at that
    Thats when me, 50, and G-Unit hop back in that bat mobile
    It ain't gonna be no more rappin', it's gonna be braaaat [gunshot sound]
    Retaliation will be like that Muslim shi'ite attack
    Some where along the line, its like me and 50 made a pact
    He's got my back, I got his back
    It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
    Cause when we beef we pull eac hother in
    So we'll do shit like we're conjoined at the hip
    Its just unavoidable some of this shit is washable
    And some shit will never boil up
    And some of it will just simmer at best
    If left at alone, we'll let it be so there won't be no sit downs
    The days that Zino, there will no peace discussions with me
    There ain't gon' be no friendly debates over competency
    Just quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you
    This bitch is sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
    When I mentionin' me and the machine to Jimmy Iovine and Dre and 50
    D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we'll be back with a

    [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 black man
    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 '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, nigga's 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 gatman
    There's a problem I'ma solve it
    A nigga movin' around
    With a big ass revolver and a black man
    What the fuck are you retarded
    You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
    They say Batman



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