OST - Get Rich or Die Tryin' 1. Hustlers Ambition 2. What If 3. Things Change - Spyder Loc 4. You Alerady Know - Lloyd Banks 5. When Death Becomes You - M.O.P. 6. Have A Party - Mobb Deep 7. We Both Think A Like 8. Don't Need No Help - Young Buck 9. Get Low - Lloyd Banks 10. Fake Love - Tony Yayo 11. Window Shopper 12. Born Alone, Die Alone - Lloyd Banks 13. You A Shooter - Mobb Deep 14. I Don't Know Officer 15. Talk About Me 16. When It Rains It Pours 17. Best Friend 18. I'll Whip Ya Head Boy
1. Hustlers Ambition
(Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)
[50 Cent]
Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
You know, its very shit, feel this!
[Verse 1]
'merica'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 through the silver duck tape on my Tre Eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion 'n' shit
So like Nino went 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
Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that coke 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 find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett 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 Talen start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
Man my cold Gauge, they called me Chef Boy R 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me to seeds I'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib that's 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 and
What goes on in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or a spot, 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, 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
Or in the jewler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to a clean VS
Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holo-tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender 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 niggarachi
Hello!
[Chorus]
2. What If
[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm fuckin wit dis
It's that classic shit, that gangsta shit, yeah
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Man I watched the sun go up but come down - sayin what if?
Man I watched the tide roll in and roll out - sayin what if?
Homey I play the block tryin to get my packs off - sayin what if?
Man if I get a shot, I could make it to the top - damn what if?
[50 Cent]
If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
Niggaz in the hood, man they just wouldn't love me
If I wore a suit every day like Jay-Z
Niggaz would think I blew up my fuckin head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldn't stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
Every chance niggaz get, they'd try and play me
But I move around with a little 380
A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
If I smoked weed all day like Snoop do
I'd see the world different through my dilated pupils
If I bust dance moves on you like Usher
Niggaz'd say "50 that ain't gangsta, fuck ya"
Man I'ma just keep doin what I do
Cause niggaz can't do me, better than I do, ha ha
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
What if I had blockbuster flicks like Will Smith?
And all the backpack niggaz loved me like Mos Def
I'd probably be a cool-ass nigga like Ice Cube
Picture me in this flick right now lookin so cool
What if I was a low-key nigga, just laid back?
Hustle to keep a homey 'round, somebody to hold the gat
Man what if Halle Berry was my next baby moms?
Shit I'd give that child support up with no problems
If I caught a case and jumped bail I'd get caught
Cause I'm that nigga everybody know from New York
But if I was the new rap nigga you didn't know
You'd be sayin "Damn that kid got a sick flow"
What if I just cruised through your hood on 22's
Bumpin Curtis Mayfield or Marvin, somethin smooth
And if I let the top down on the Azure
Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach I'm sure, ha ha
[Chorus]
3. Things Change - Spider Loc
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
Nigga things, change, dem stay the same
Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
I put that work in to win, no problem
[Spider Loc]
All money ain't good money, this I know
But I still love hood money, I gets my dough
And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church
And still turned out fucked up, I did so much dirt
Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work
Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt
On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose
Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface
I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets
Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete
It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat
On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat
Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet
Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat
I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite
But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon
is a first class ticket to a lesson
I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection
That's why I bring the Benz to impress him
{?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones
Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong
Cause he ain't never gon' be shit, and I done worked so hard
But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God
Either that or rob you on your boulevard
Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card God
I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone
HP tatted on me so his memory lives on
Engagin in drama without your bomber'll
be funeral arrangements for your momma
I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna
Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga
[Chorus]
[Spider Loc]
What nobody knows, all the roads you go through
You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you
Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs
Damn, tell me, is this what that dough do?
That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools
There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes
Or tell the tale that my heart contains
I explain, so many different parts of pain
I'm clean, but still some marks remain
From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain
The cash made some people start to change
I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range
Your damn right I got rich, but my heart the same
And practice makes perfect with the art of aim
You ain't really got the heart to bang
You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain
[Chorus]
4. You Already Know - Lloyd Banks
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
Fo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find me
Wherever there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)
Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them their bigger
Cross us, your on somethin we bare niggaz
Yeah nigga here trigga teflon chest gone G's up
Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than ever
Dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather
I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Cause were always focused we move around with the toasters
Push the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin in Gucci Loafers
Stuntin in Testerossas, stylin in front of vultures
Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us, and do all type of shit to us
Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be
Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keys
We move from bundles to D sippin on Hennessy
Buck rollin the trees, Banks countin the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, aw that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple X, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, I'm tight my money long though
You lookin for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin for
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I'm out on bond but the forty still on me
Bouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies
Watch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
I keep on losin shootin dice and I'm sick of this shit
Clientele still poppin so the junkies keep comin
And my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin money
On thgis block till the sun drop I don't have a home
I do not stop, sellin rocks, thug till I'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes probably full of tatooes
'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
Tell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the West
Just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'm a do nigga
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
5. When Death Becomes You - M.O.P.
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
There's nowhere to run to, when death becomes you
Some say you soul may burn in the flame
Can front if you want too, but niggaz who merk you
Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave
You a rider right?, down to ride tonight?
Nigga you gone ride or you gone die tonight
Nigga cock the steele, it's kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
[Verse 1 – Billy Danz]
What's the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth?
Will you lay down and cry? Will you stand up and die?
Like the man that I am [fire, yes, yes]
I'm a legend in the town, now
Since your all gangstad up let's get the fuck down
Big Bill Danz and I'm reppin for buck town
Niggaz see me dummin, I'm coming clutching the pound
Don't worry bout my whereabouts, we air 'em out clear 'em out [yes, yes]
The pressures on now, you need to get your hammers out [d-d-d-dats what's up]
You too tough nigga, you done wrap it up
Brownsville [cl-cl-cl-clap it up]
Fif put in the call, we ready to brawl with every one of you all [yes, yes]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 – Lil Fame]
You got these young niggaz hollering' [Murda-ra]
Copper tops on my block, like [bloc, bloc, bloc]
Niggaz don't give a fuck
I seen a nigga shoot my moms
Right in front of my motherfucking face
See in the ‘Ville' ain't no such thing as a stray bullet
When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
Slugs ain't never out of season
All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
Blood stains on the cement
Same place he stood, that's were you leave em'
And don't back it out unless your squeezing off with your gun
Cause you gone get your punk ass robbed for your gun
You know the drill
I'm a give your ass 3 seconds to bounce
And you better not jog, nigga run
[ONE] Fuck that [gun shot 3x], Dumb bitch, rest in piss
[Chorus]
6. Have A Party - Mobb Deep
[50 Cent]
This is how we do it, when we do it
like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like ain't nuttin to it, the way we do it
Now e'rybody put your fuckin hands up - let's go
[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
[50 Cent]
You heard about the kid, you know how I rock
Went from pumpin bags on the block, straight to the top
So the money ain't a thing now, yeah that's right
Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hamptons
I splurge with it, I'm so absurd with it
Got the hunger to go get it, cause I wan' go spend it
You know how a boss player play, nigga I'm ballin
If there's money to be made, I'm all in
Catch me in a cherry red Porsche, beige seats, red pipin
You want me to teach you how to stunt, aight then
Tattoos on the arm, 30 karats on the charm
Cause the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the Don
First night if I don't hit, second night I want some shit
Third night we call it quits, I ain't fuckin with the bitch
Sex is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
Another move another mill', let's get right - aight?
[Chorus]
[Havoc]
You could, catch me cockin the fifth, got me rockin with Fif'
Now that's why you see the keys to the Bent'
Got my niggaz movin the bricks, it don't stop
And a million dollar deal, homey get that gwap
See dudes get comfy, money ain't long enough
Come spit one verse, my whole crib's coughed up
Ma I got a fetish, fuckin in them Porsche trucks
Curtis got one so when I finished I tossed her
Y'all into wifin, we don't condone lifin
Only fuck with bitches that, got they liquor license
Shop high prices, shook all vices
Infamous nigga got the game in a vice grip
Chain hundred K but the flow, is priceless
Anything less? We rollin them dices
Nuts in the sand if you ain't bumpin my shit
Shorty wanna rip to my sound and my likeness
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
Listen - you can call me Gambino P or V.I.P.
My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D
My rings alone could pay for you to eat
For the next few years I'm so icy kid
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
My tattoos gon' keep me with a thug part though
My attitude is universal, get harmed - call money
When we get back to Queens we gon' hurt you
Can't afford to ride, you gettin stomped out
I got a team of dimes, they all thonged out
Ready to line you up and take you out
My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
You pee in your drawers lookin like you're Mexican
After lil' shorty wop wop break you off a lil' bit
You so stupid, we so much rich
And who braggin? I'm just tryin holla at the chicks like
[Chorus]
[Nate Dogg]
Hey! Go 'head and chase that paper, get yo' game tight
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey! Go 'head come home with me, let's do it all night
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey!
7. We Both Think Alike
[50 Cent]
Yeah, 50, Olivia
We both think alike
[Olivia]
We both think alike, uh-oh!
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah!)
If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
(We both think alike, uh-oh!)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I'm not gon' waste ya time talkin 'bout shit that you know
I'm so hood that even when I try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin' girl I'm focused, I be gettin' my dough
You know that If It ain't the flow, than it comes from the O's
Plus a nigga like a pimp when it comes to the hoes
Every hood, every city all the gangsta's now
Front on me, and you'll be gettin' hit up fa sho
I make it hot when it's twenty muthafuckin' below
See wit' me in VIP you can twist and blow
When the champagne finished baby, order some mo'
Keep a eye on you close while you out on the floor
Doin ya move will have a nigga's greased if it's a swole
If ya ready to roll shorty, we can just roll
When you ready to go, I'll be ready to go
See everything I do, I do on the low
So anything we do, nobody will know
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now look, I know you into the shiny things
The platinum, the chains, and the diamond rings
The twenty-four inch chrome on the range
I see you when you crouch by ya window pane
Now shorty, me and you we came up the same
The fact before rap, I ain't have a thing
I hustled, got my weight up, now I'm sittin on change
I mean I got money out the ass, maine
When niggaz get the beefin', I be laughin'
'Cause I can send my homies through to blast them
Stick 'em with the hump, or just slash 'em
"Now fool are you crazy?" Is what we ask 'em
But back to me and you shorty, decide, think
First I'll put the burnin', it's the g-string (uh-oh!)
Leave it up to me, we can do it my way (uh-oh!)
And get straight to it, skip the fore play (uh-oh!)
[Chorus]
8. Don't Need No Help - Young Buck
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh - woop woop, woop woop
Ha ha, fuck the police!
[Young Buck]
Thank about it, everytime you bitches come around
Either we runnin or we layin on the fuckin ground
Just look at Chris, a nigga popped him, shot him in the club
They called the ambulance and y'all didn't even show up
Or let me tell you 'bout Lil' Ricky when he took his bullets
You want the trigger man? Y'all was the one that pulled it
That's why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis
Before he let you cowards kill him he just aimed and sprayed it
Now what'chu wan' do? Bitch I got a gun too
We gon' keep on sendin shots, every time y'all come through
Got the nerve, tell a nigga put his hands up
Then beat him to the ground, when you put the boy in handcuffs
[Chorus: Young Buck]
Fuck fuck the police, we handle it ourself
Even if I bleed to death - nigga we don't need no motherfuckin help
And to the right (what) to the left (what)
Let 'em know (what) we don't need no motherfuckin help
Fuck the police (woop woop) fuck the law (woop woop)
Fuck the police (woop woop) fuck 'em all - we don't need no motherfuckin help
Fuck the police (woop woop) fuck the law (woop woop)
Fuck the police (woop woop) fuck 'em all - we don't need no motherfuckin help
[Young Buck]
We used to play, cops and robbers as a little kid
Whoever was the pigs, we would go and split his wig (ha ha!)
Then as the years passed, niggaz only got worse
Jumped into the gang shit, gotta protect our turf
We had enough of gettin handcuffed and pulled over
We started tryin, knocked they heads off they fuckin shoulders
Now where my soldiers at, get ready for combat
I'm livin like them niggaz that done went to Vietnam {?}
So if you try to lock me up for smokin my weed
The whole force of police, is what they gon' need
One of a kind, I'm the last of a dyin breed
Even the one that was befo' me, he was sayin
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
When I'm New York I'm hollerin nigga we don't need no motherfuckin help
Yeah; when I'm in Tennessee I'm hollerin we don't need no motherfuckin help
Yeahhh, when I'm out in L.A. nigga we don't need no motherfuckin help
Yeahh, A-T-L all day, nigga we don't need no motherfuckin help
9. Get Low - Lloyd Banks
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, yeah
I like the way you do that shorty
C'mere, can you do somethin for me?
I like the way you movin girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty
C'mere, can you do somethin for me?
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin out of my pants
And I don't wanna miss my chance
To hit your phone up, if I could
And get her out of here I would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's somethin tellin me I should
Get low
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin for a diva to handle the dragon
And even if there's two of 'em I move in and bag 'em
Make sure I'm strapped, keep the uz' and the magnum
Yeah the gun too, I'm talkin 'bout the condom
They followin me home with my dog right behind 'em
Have you ever seen a ass clapped on a stallion
of a bad bitch, half black and Italian
I don't know if she likes me or my medallion
Think I give a fuck? I'm just tryin to get a nut
I don't need a woman to build my self-esteem up
I'm fresh out the hood, fuck it it's all good
Ma you can use me, cause I'ma use you
For a menage-a-trois, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe I'll do you
a favor and walk you outside, right
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh - nah I ain't never ate pussy before
But I'm close to the edge and she pushin me lower
The body language done got a nigga stiff as a sword
So she can't be an angel, the bitch is a fraud
Head probably sent the nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out to Michigan for it
As soon as I hit the door she's squeezin my arm
Hoppin all on a nigga like I'm filet mignon
It might take a couple rounds to make me get her calm
But when she does go to sleep she gon' need an alarm
Cause I'm gone - she wanna be with a Don
But I'm stuck when some woman care about me when it's on
Ain't nuttin wrong, with a little bumpin and grindin
Especially if if they got somethin behind 'em
I'm high as hell, be so drunk when I climb in
High on the friction that I'm in
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Shorty looks like she's datin a fashion designer
Damn - um she musta got her back from her momma
You know me, somewhere in the back with the llama
Keeps my niggaz cats with the drama
I'ma, get a little close to her, ma looks so sweet
She remind me a lot of a broad named Monique
But a bird nigga try to holla they won't speak
You be writin the phone number down they won't keep
Let me get her, I haven't burned the haze all week
Givin me wop to the music that blaze on beat
Yeah, I'm so street, I'm so cheap, I'm so fly
But you already know that I
Done been all around the world, they don't know that guy
But little man wanna talk too, I close that eye
He just mad he ain't got the kinda clothes I buy
Or ride in the U4 I drive
[Chorus]
10. Fake Love - Tony Yayo
"My life, my life, my life, my life"
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah.. yeah.. yeah
"My life, my life, my life, my life"
[Chorus]
Fake love's when your homey give you dap
Smile in your face but he want yo' ass clapepd
Fake love - fake love's when they never be around
But once you get rich, they all get down
Fake love - fake love's when yo' friend fuck yo' bitch
Don't think with his head, only think with his dick
Fake love - so my friends is enemies and my enemies be friends
Don't show no love, don't pretend
[Verse One]
50 got Yayo gettin all this cash
Now all these yes men wanna kiss my ass
But back in the street you ain't help me re-up
Locked up I had court dates, you never showed up
What the fuck? Tell me what you grinnin at nigga
If I get killed, my stash, you spendin that nigga
Some people want nuttin out of life
And some people want it all, let's ball
I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppin
Sapphire watch, got your jaw droppin
When I moved that eighth, you was 7 gram coppin
You ain't happy for me, you hope that the feds watchin
I ain't stoppin, homey I'm #1
While you schemin on me, I played it dumb
So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip
I'ma pull out first, and let off my clip - take that!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Now your man ain't your man if he extort you nigga
And your man ain't your man if he shortin you nigga
Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons
When your money's gone, that's when them hoes gone
Fake love is when a nigga set you up
How he knew about your chain when your shit was tucked
You know the type to rat you out, sell you out
You get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out
You got a brand new whip, your shit is lovely
Yeah it's aight - but his rims is ugly
Fake friends, show fake love
You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club
Fake love
[Chorus]
"My life, my life, my life, my life" {*2X*}
11. Window Shopper
[50 Cent]
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the illest shit tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy
It's funny how niggaz get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't gon' for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around y'all niggaz better act right
When we got the tops...down you can hear the systems thump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the illest shit tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Niggaz love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mang
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mayne
Listen mayne, shit...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang
Homey I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit mayne, the store owner watchin' you
Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga youse a window shopper
In the illest shit tryna get a test drive
Nigga youse a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
12. Born Alone, Die Alone - Lloyd Banks
[Intro/Chorus]
I came in this world by myself, so I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way, it's okay - it's okay
You muh'fuckers gon' re-spect me, cause I can take you off her today
I'd rather have it that way, it's okay - it's okay
[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh - I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
Too many niggaz is dyin, I'm spendin time with my grandma
A hundred grand in the safe's a hundred grand on your face
A million plus in the bank, will scuff in the paint
You handcuffin that bitch, she don't wanna be wit'chu
All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too
Sneak the heaters through, so we can party good
Grandson of Edith Rue, born out in Hollywood
The Boy Wonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my karats are green
The buddha is purple, be rude and I hurt you
You're movin in circles, we do it all, movies commercials
Stadiums clubs, ladies and thugs, the hood to the burbs
I'm on the red carpet cause I'm good with my words
I'm ready for war and stackin my chips, you flappin your lips
You niggaz ain't even hood rich
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Keep your circle official, watch the niggaz that's wit'chu
Outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue
All I need is my figures, I ain't stressin no hoe
Ridin 'round with my niggaz, hand crushin that 'dro
50 made me a star, now they know who we are
Out on top of the charts, your condo is my car
Income is my chain, stashbox is my watch
I'm fairly new in the game, I ain't passin the rock
All I'm sensin is hate, ever since I been straight
Cause they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs on they plate
And I'm strappin the nine, in case they wanna combine
Gather up on a nigga, I ain't rappin no line
Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin mine
You drop somethin every year, flop all of the time
Stop makin your records, I ain't answerin shit
Why don't you get off my dick? (Bitch)
[Chorus]
It's okay nigga, I don't need no friends
I got money, ha ha ha
G.. UNIT!
13. You A Shooter - Mobb Deep
[ad libs for the first 13 seconds]
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
If youse a shooter then shoot nigga, I'm doin my thang
If you seen-a, my nina, you seen it go bang
Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mine mayne
I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin playin
[Havoc]
You niggaz ain't nuttin but clown killers for real
I'm down with the Unit, for the Gorillas for real
Go bananas if you want, ooh ooh, you gettin peeled
Y'all shoot for the shoot, we do this for real
Clap me's a motherfucker, make more mills
Cash me a check, to cop more wheels
Shorty you a bad bitch and good-ass steel
Now, I {?} on the dillz and smeared that lip gloss
Me and P sharin bitches like we switch Porsche
My hammer navigate beef, Hummer don't get lost
Boy, that Desert Eagle have that whole shit ripped off
Yeah - we get that gwop, cause we make
Shit that pop heavy rotation, your shit flop
Won't stop 'til we get, to that top
If the gun too far then you will get oxed
Y'all niggaz ain't real y'all just talk a lot
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
If you a killer then kill somethin, you talkin all day
Frontin, killin nuttin, you niggaz is real gay
See me shinin, mad diamonds, now what can I say
I'm a mega star, never thought it'd be this way
Niggaz fightin for the bottom, I feel your pain
I'm at the top and I'm never comin back again
Except for when I come to scoop lil' shorty good brains
Out the hood, you see me in yo' hood don't play
I open up yo' head, and expose yo' brain
It's not a joke or a game, and I ain't tryin
to advance my rap lines, please believe what I say
I'm a Mobb nigga, nigga I do this all day
Hit the weed hit the gas on the Lamb' to skate
See me comin through the club, get out of my way
You don't know me, man get out of my face
'Fore I flip, no shit, you niggaz get sprayed
[Chorus]
14. I Don't Know Officer
[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street
But you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat
I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash
Keep the Hip Hop Police off my ass
[Chorus: Prodigy]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin all I know who givin
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary
All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When theb album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin
[Chorus: Spider Loc
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people
And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female's phone
But you really startin to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin to get our Email on
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused
I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands woth your bitch in the cruise
Who's my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep
[Chorus: Mase]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
[Verse 5: Mase]
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
15. Talk About Me
[Intro]
Yeah! Ha Ha!
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 1]
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
Yeah he did my brother dirty but he don't wanna see me
Member Rydell from KP thought he was his man
Put him on the table to bag up he beat him for grams
How you think he got that money for that Chalk Gray Land
That nigga robbin and stealin everything that he can
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear hoes runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 2]
Yeah I know Curtis, he used to fuck with my friend
Used to come through my projects pick her up in the Benz
Niggaz from my buildin always used to ask about him
Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right
I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money
And you standin in my way, excuse me dummy
Ronda she told me that nigga a freak
And McDonald's ain't the only thing that he eat
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
I don't know why but there personalities collide
And my dad will swallow blood before he swallows his pride
You know the kids in my class they be sayin he's crazy
They just like him cause he rollin with Dr. Dre and Shady
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear niggaz runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 4]
Man 50 fucked up, I mean real fucked up
He left us in the hood we fucked up
Still actin like he in the street tellin niggaz they can't eat
You know this motherfucker went and bought Tyson's crib
Got Bentley's, Ferrari's, and all that shit
He don't even come through to try and help niggaz out
That's the bullshit see what I'm talkin about
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 5]
That's my Grand baby I love him I raised that boy right
He ran to me cryin sent him back out to fight
Put a battery in his sock go pick up a rock
You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk
Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star
Bought me a house, diamonds, and a brand new car
I tought him what it takes, to go this far
Boy I'm the reason you are what you are
[Chorus]
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I go
I hear everybody runnin they mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
16. When It Rains It Pours
[50 Cent]
Yeah, it's 50
One shot, one kill, what's the deal
Yeah, what's the deal
[Chorus]
Listen lil' homie, when it rains it pours
Hollow tips and tallids, when it rains it pours
Get caught in lead showers just because
Niggaz ain't playin', when it rains it pours
Niggaz get set up, when it rains it pours
End up wet up, that's when it rains it pours
It usually, goes down over money and whores
But lil' homie in my hood, when it rains it pours
[Verse 1]
Ain't nothin' changed, niggaz doin' the same ol' shit
Them new hollow tips in them same ol' clips
In the projects, niggaz fuck with the same ol' chicks
And some how, they still think that they game is so sick
Now from the rip, niggaz know I'm 'bout my grip
I don't trick, man I barely even feed a bitch
She say I'm stingy, I say, "I don't need you bitch"
Go 'head leave, see if I chase you, shit!
Tell yo' mammy, I catch her in the streets I'ma get her
She know I'm on parole, why she call police on a nigga?
She just mad, 'cause a nigga pockets on swole
When she ask to borrow some, I say hell naw!
I was tellin' the lil' homies all about this shit
To keep yo' mind on yo' money
And don't trust no bitch
Keke hit high notes, when them kids came
But her ass kinda fat, so niggaz treat her the same
This is real
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Blood stains on my stoop, when Akbar got shot
When homocide outside, nigga I'm not
This the third time them niggaz done circled the block
It's money out now yeah, but damn it's hot
They'll love to catch a nigga, on a direct sale
They say, "tell us who caught the body, or you goin' to jail"
Look, if you know the drill you stay the fuck outta dodge
And say what's happenin' to the captain
And say what's up to the sarge
Fuck bein' in a cage man, that shit for the birds
Charlie drunk, drinkin' wild irish rose on the curb
I know a spot full of niggaz tryin' to bet a few bucks
Hopin they number come out, they can have 'em some luck
?? Ace to the duece, and stumbled off mad
Lost his re-up money man, that's all he had
Magazine from the store, so he can look at the cars
And do pull up's in the park, on the monkey bars
Mad as fuck
[Chorus]
*Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off, while it thunders and rains*
17. Best Friend
[Intro]
Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
WOO!!!
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me
all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be
mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me
all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be
mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 1]
First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin
I kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your ear
Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your gair
For me a different scenery just mean a different position
In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen
In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club
I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love
But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know
Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those
See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes
With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine
If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies
But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why
When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy
Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me
all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be
mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me
all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be
mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
[Verse 2]
While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York
I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
I get into you, after I take off my clothes
Girl I been into you, mentally long before
[Chorus]
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me
all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be
mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me
all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be
mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
18. I'll Whip Ya Head Boy
[Chorus 2x]
I'll whip yo head boy!!
You know I will....
I'll whip yo head boy!!
Wit tha back of the steel....
I'll whip yo head boy!!
Yo cap could get peeled....
I'll whip yo head boy!!
Yo ass could get killed....
[50 Cent]
Two niggaz in the front, two niggaz in the back
That's four niggaz ridin strapped in grandpa's cadillac
The voice in my head say "Fuck all these niggaz"
Then I start thinkin.... "I should rob all these niggaz"
Man my homies, they wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wanna eat, they say "Shit we wan' eat too"
Let's ride around, find a nigga stuntin' on front street
Wit the shines on, niggaz be lookin like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell em' come up off that shit fore' we start poppin some more
Fuck a ski-mask, man niggaz know who I is
I got a full clip and, niggaz know I gets biz
[Chorus 2x]
[50 Cent]
I'm up early in the morning, tryna make a move
You comin in when ya shorty take ya lil one to school
Even though she caused the drama, you love ya baby mama
I hit her wit the lama, to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
If she don't know it...Damn! ok we'll wait
I'll play wit yo kid on the couch while ya bitch on the phone
Wit the gun to her head sayin "Daddy come home"
You was rollin poppin bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
Had the whole shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle, and God might be hearing you
And the nine'll jam, right in my hand
[Chorus 2x]
[Young Buck]
Ooooh!
I got his homies screamin "Buck you need to calm down"
Niggaz be gettin killed everytime you come around (Yeah!)
We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground
She askin God "What my baby done did now?"
I'm taking everything, jewelry, I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Give me that nigga!)
Fuck waitin, we gon' start waitin on tomorrow (Huh!)
So ask satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
Jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar (Whoa!)
The mac'll have his brains all over the fuckin sidewalk
And I'mma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault
March nigga step! (Step!)
Right nigga left! (Left!)
G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin to my death motherfucker!
G-Unit - Get Rich or Die Tryin
