[Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round {*3X*}
New York, money make the world go round
L.A., money make the world go round
Midwest, money make the world go round
Down South, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Some people want nothin out of life
And some people want it all
Some people ain't livin life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga rich but I'm livin like a rebel
Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level
I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin alive was no jive
Standin on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
Run nigga, run nigga, here they come nigga
Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger
Kid I'm still in the P's, girl I love the Audi
If yo' ass pregnant girl, leave the party
My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty
God it ain't my fault, if I shoot somebody
I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win
Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins (yeah!)
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[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
Money make the world go round, you better get it
Money cause hatred as soon as you get it
Money make whores, money cause wars
Money make the world go round so get yours
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for the dollar
Enough bills'll make your blood spill
Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill
I'm one man, but I own more than one steel
Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil
Magucci leather got me shoe crazy
Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops baby
And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380
Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny
Matter fact, man I'ma do anything for the dough
N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo'
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[Chorus] – 2X
[Tony Yayo]
A-T-L, money make the world go round
Ca$hville, money make the world go round
N.C., money make the world go round
Bad News, money make the world go round
I love that money, I need that money
It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry
It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge
It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib
It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me
It gives me, seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee
It made me rich, it made me change
I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things
You got me haters, you got me drama
You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas
You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners
When somebody dies, you gotta pay the moroners, moroners
[Chorus] – 2X
[Tony Yayo]
Chi-Town, money make the world go round
Oakland, money make the world go round
Texas, money make the world go round
Detroit, money make the world go round
Bed-Stuy, money make the world go round
Southside, money make the world go round
Harlem, money make the world go round
B-X, money make the world go round
Staten Island, money make the world go round
Long Island, money make the world go round
Rhode Island, money make the world go round
Maryland, money make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
Baltimore, money make the world go round
Little Rock, money make the world go round
Minnesota, money make the world go round
Arizona, money make the world go round
Louisiana, money make the world...
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Friday, June 27, 2008
G-Unit: I Don't Wanna Talk About It Lyrics
(Chorus)
I make millions quick ,and I don't
wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid, and I don't
wamma talk about it
I f**k the baddest bitches, I don't
wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't
wanna talk about it
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(50)
Go head and ask me what i'm riddin in
so I can say the Enzo, my bitch roll down
the window so I can feel the wind blow
Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk
Bitches with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin'
They f**kin and they strippin nigga, I ain't
even trippin nigga
Me I handle business, God's my only witness
Watchin homicide sayin who the f**k did dis
Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane
Your soul is what you reap, when you f**k with the
elite mane
I don't f**k around boy, you better ask around boy
I'll hit you with the pound, leave your ass on the
ground for, you poppin that bullshit like I don't
pull shit
Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the
bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all round this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
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(Chorus)
I make millions quick ,and I don't
wanna talk about it
I shoot a nigga kid, and I don't
wamma talk about it
I f**k the baddest bitches, I don't
wanna talk about it
I'm still flippin chickens, I don't
wanna talk about it
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(50)
Go head and ask me what i'm riddin in
so I can say the Enzo, my bitch roll down
the window so I can feel the wind blow
Gotta be big enough to fit all my kin folk
Bitches with me cruzin, Moulin Rougin'
They f**kin and they strippin nigga, I ain't
even trippin nigga
Me I handle business, God's my only witness
Watchin homicide sayin who the f**k did dis
Me I run the street mane, so I keep the heat mane
Your soul is what you reap, when you f**k with the
elite mane
I don't f**k around boy, you better ask around boy
I'll hit you with the pound, leave your ass on the
ground for, you poppin that bullshit like I don't
pull shit
Fully-Loaded clips and whips, get the grip, flip the
bricks
Nigga we hittin licks, stickin shit, gettin rich
That's why my name ring bells all round this bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
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(Chorus)
G-Unit: Party Ain't Over Lyrics
[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
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I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
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[Tony Yayo]
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not ill!"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin
I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast wit'cha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music
[Young Buck]
Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
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[Chorus]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
[http://terminateonsightlyrics.blogspot.com]
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
[http://terminateonsightlyrics.blogspot.com]
[Tony Yayo]
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, I'm gettin bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin set
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not ill!"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you still window shoppin
I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast wit'cha - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Ain't nobody bleedin, I guess it's all music
[Young Buck]
Shawty the kush still burnin, Aston Martin wheel turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin, clubs is still rockin
Feds is still watchin, but fiends is still shoppin
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin on that Mary Jane
Listenin to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
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[Chorus]
G-Unit: Kitty Kat Lyrics
[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo
Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe!
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[Chorus: woman]
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[TY] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[50] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that
[Tony Yayo]
Big boy Bentley, big boy semi
Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies
I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you
I need six pockets like a pool table
These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin
They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision
Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags
Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab
Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood?
Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood"
I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic
Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH!
[http://terminateonsightlyrics.blogspot.com]
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
She got what I want, want (uh-huh)
She got what I need, need (that's right)
She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah)
Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {*growls*}
I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto
On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal
I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT
I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT
I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with
They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid
I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich"
My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch
Like, get in get in! You and your friend
He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again
ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train
50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh?
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid
A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib
Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores
My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors
Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze
You got a V-12? I got 12 V's
It's only so many months, you do the math
I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me
Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin
And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin
You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em
If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen
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[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma (yeah!) I get that cash boo
Shake that kitty girl, shake that ass hoe!
[http://terminateonsightlyrics.blogspot.com]
[Chorus: woman]
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[TY] Well girl I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
Owww, I need cash for my kitty cat
[50] But bitch I get pussy for free, I'm hittin that
[Tony Yayo]
Big boy Bentley, big boy semi
Niggaz wanna kill me, ain't worth nigga pennies
I drop a bag off, and the uz' will spray you
I need six pockets like a pool table
These hoes love me, these hoes love my pimpin
They in the Phantom, clickin on they Cablevision
Dope, I got the Chef Boyardee bags
Coke, I got it runnin out the rehab
Hoes like, "Why he actin so Hollywood?
Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood"
I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic
Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH!
[http://terminateonsightlyrics.blogspot.com]
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
She got what I want, want (uh-huh)
She got what I need, need (that's right)
She rollin my blunt, blunt (yeah)
Bitch hand me my weed, weed... {*growls*}
I'm so ghetto, I'm so, I'm so ghetto
On the low, I creeps, I moves with my metal
I be's in the club with my burner like WHAT
I done did so much dirt, I ain't tryin to get CUT
I'm a bad boy, that bad boy they wan' fuck with
They like that black on black rims on the Caddy truck kid
I make that hard white flip, nigga since "Get Rich"
My jewels so sick, they talk to a bitch
Like, get in get in! You and your friend
He sold ten mil' twice, he fin' to do it again
ALL ABOARD! Bitch don't miss the train
50 that nigga, fuck wrong with yo' brain, huh?
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I don't pay for kitten, are ya kiddin? Well it's the kid
A.K.A., in and out your sister's crib
Mr. So Fly, I O.D. the stores
My car damn near fly, it got eagle doors
Before you see me off, you'll see hell freeze
You got a V-12? I got 12 V's
It's only so many months, you do the math
I'm a smoker, it's so many blunts for you to pass on me
Girl you crazy, got on B.B., rollin
And your mouth'll be, foamin if I keep, keep goin
You might see, me, frozen cause I'm holdin I done told 'em
If yo' game can't control 'em, then she's as good as stolen
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[Chorus]
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