G-Unit: Terminate On Sight Lyrics

G-Unit: Money Make The World Go Round Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:43:00.006-07:00

[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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G-Unit: Ready Or Not Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:43:00.005-07:00

To be posted...

G-Unit: I Don't Wanna Talk About It Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:43:00.003-07:00

(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: Get Down Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:43:00.001-07:00

To be posted...

G-Unit: Let It Go (feat. Movado) Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:41:00.004-07:00

To be posted...

G-Unit: Party Ain't Over Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:41:00.003-07:00

[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]

G-Unit: Kitty Kat Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:41:00.001-07:00

[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!
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[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]

G-Unit: I Like The Way She Do It Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:39:00.004-07:00

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

(Verse 1)
I suppose to blow, you suppose to know
Not to go against me or it R.I.P
I'm stupid rich, got retarded money
I'm special wit it, I got special bread
It's easy now, please believe me now
I dismiss a hoe, please leave me now
I fuck when I want, I do what I like
She want the same shit I want, the bitch is a dike
She a super freak, the freak of the week
I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat
It never enough, she like it rough
We keep it going and we switch positions, listen

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

(Verse 2) Tony Yayo
I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat
Now how much it that
I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha
Now how much is that
I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini
I'm in ??????, where the girls are freaky
Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me
Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy
I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin'
10 Grand to buy the bar, Ma it ain't nothing

(Verse 3) Lloyd Banks
If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it
She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute
Second to nobody, baby check it
you look as good as your chess
And when your neck it, I'm ready to fuck
A little head in the truck
If a turn gang good, i'ma let her come up
When the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town
Stash box down, put the magnum down
I'm with G-Unit,
Nigga you not ballin a the G 2 jet

(Bridge) 50 Cent
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it
I Like the Way she do it

(Verse 4) Young Buck
She got a nigga on the count down
Waitin on it like... Three, two, one
Yea right now
You got skills on them high heels
When we leave this club, I'm take you were I live
Do me before I get her
I might eat out depending on how I feel
Baby girl got a thang for me
She do what every I say
and I ain't got to make it rain money
Go getta and she ghetto with it
Told shawty dont do it, but she already did it
I'm all on her back, when she move like that
You can find me where every she at


(Chorus) 50 Cent
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64
I Said
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Then she drop it low, to gets the doe
I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it
Let that ass drop, like my '64

G-Unit: T.O.S. Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:39:00.003-07:00

You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
(T.O.S.) Night or daylight
It's hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
(T.O.S.) I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger

[50 Cent]
I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I won't get busy well nigga I, will
Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac route
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me
I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me
It's fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That nigga try to front, I'll give him the llama, YEAH!
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[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah (uhh)
Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from son
I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than that nigga playin ball and
Meanin everybody know me when I'm walkin through the mall and
I get hot, in the mornin and right before I'm performin
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin nigga
Don't be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and
Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut, dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat (terminated)
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[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Unit! Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Which gangsta want it? (WHAT?) Which rapper want it? (WHAT?)
Which trapper want it? My house is haunted
And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man, them boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift
Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham (c'mon)
I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips (oh yeah!)
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit
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[Chorus]

G-Unit: No Days Off Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:39:00.001-07:00

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent)
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin
Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin
Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin
If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em
(I never liked these niggaz anyway)
(They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today)
Hey.. (Nobody gon' miss you anyway)
(No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day)
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[50 Cent]
I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya
Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder
I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin
See if you think somethin sweet when your head open
Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up
I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck
I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out
With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out
You make it rain, I make it lead shower
You say your prayers, you in your last hour
I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy
You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me
You don't like me then spray me
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[Chorus] – starts over last line

[Tony Yayo]
This is that face down on the floor, ski mask shit
If I fall off, I rebound quick
Like Greg Odin, Tony Yay' I be holdin
German mouths on my hip, cause my wrist be frozen
How these rappers claim {?} and the books is closed?
How these rappers claim cars and they gun don't smoke?
I catch a nigga on his deathbed
And rip the IV out his arm, then jump in Optimus Prime
Dust the yellow Enzo with the Dalvins on
In my bullet-proof Ac', who you stylin on
When the sun is gone, and the wolves come out
You coward-ass niggaz bring your jewelry out

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
You may have to bring that, ain't nobody trippin
Shit, niggaz is hungry, I ain't nobody chicken
A nigga screw is missin, I'm pimpin, I'm livin
Nice with the dice, deuce-deuce six'n
Look how the game change, bad for the system
Niggaz on game shows, two dudes kissin
Listen, we're not the same, we're not for fame
The industry's punked out, we're not to blame
These niggaz been perpetratin so long
If they can make it rain, I can make it storm
He's makin a scene, but I can make him calm
I just got a N.B., that'll break a arm
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[Chorus]

G-Unit: You So Tough Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:38:00.006-07:00

[Hook: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Nigga you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in the pine box
Damn you's a hard motherfucker
You so tough
Tough until your punk ass hit
The 4 fifth kick, the Hechler spit
You in deep shit, oh now your ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk through your cellular
Fucked then beef, the president and senator
There is no peace, youre the prey or the predator
While you plottin on me, I'm 10 steps ahead of ya
Black 40 caliber I put a infrared on ya
Nigga I'm special, you mad cuz ya regular
Man I don't want your bitch, I damn near remember her
Refresh my memory, oh yeah I slept with her
No wonder she ain't mention you when I met with her
Mind on my cheddar, they'll remember me forever
The groundwork I put in made my lifestyle better..and better
I like the fuckin street, bright in the phantom lights
Montana light, two women in {?} lights, they round the planet twice
But I don't forget where I come from dum dum dum

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
For that china white I lay a nigga mama down
We can shoot it out like Frank White did in Chinatown
You know I got that hard white, you know I got that tan n brown
Automatic tre pound leave a nigga man down
Murder murder, homicide, real right niggas ride
Gangstas they never hide, thank God I'm still alive
My pocket look like theres cracks on me
My waist look like I got the MAC on me
These hoes on my dick I got that ass on me
You a RN: regular nigga that rap homey
I'm crack homey, I'm dope money
I wake up and wipe my ass with dope money
C Back, Maybach, my shit two tone
Nigga run up on that, your ass a tombstone
I'm hood like a group home, ghetto like a pay phone
Jake The Snake I'm low in the hood from em
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[Hook]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
Yeah I got a knife for a tough nigga, 9 for a hard nigga
Don't make me empty the chamber
Even if I'm locked in the cell-block, they fallin' the shell shock
When I open your head with the banger
I cause a riot in the yard, make a mess in the mess hall
I got just blew trial and I ain't got nothin' left
Whats todays mathematics? shit ain't addin' up
Get knocked with 10 machine guns only get 12 months
Ooooh weee, don't talk to me, you talk to him, you talkin' to them
I got the best lawyers money can buy
They said they would've got me 10, or maybe 9
I said "How do you explain how homey breeeze?"
They said keep ya mouth shut or you eatin' the cheese
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G-Unit: Casualties of War Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:38:00.005-07:00

50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'll see
Devil 'round the corner
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[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that slap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad daylight
Spin the barrel on a nigga, pin the tail on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hole in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta
Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer
Fuck like a rabbit, shit like a dinosaur
See like a sniper, lil' nigga aim height is raw
Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town
Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign
Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll kill
Kill that bullshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel
Will throw it all away, I see you later today
You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say
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[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We could do it in broad daylight
in front of the White House for all I care

I blow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber
Black ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera
Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on
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[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Devil 'round the corner, corner

G-Unit: Close To Me Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:38:00.003-07:00

(50 Cent)
Unstoppable, incredible, impeccable, its-its the Unit
Whoop! Whoop! You know how we do it
Whoop! Whoop! I'll make you dance to it
Whoop! Whoop! Throw up ya hands to it
Go head, call em pops
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(Chorus-Lloyd Banks)
Girl whats it gon take to have you close to me
Right by my side where you supposed to be
They start to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, Take a look at my garage
Make, Make we can a-menage
Me in the middle and your legs to the stars
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(50 Cent)
I got that Bentley, that Ferrari, that Lambo lean
My car game crazy, I can't be seen
That Aston, Bugatti, the Range and the Rolls
Got me freakin off with some high class hoes
You know with me man anything goes
I'll have shorty in the telly workin all 3 holes
Jesus, I betcha won't believe this
Unless I letcha see this, she deepthroat my whole car
Now I'm thinkin this bitch is so hot
I gotta take her to my hood, let her blow my whole block
Yeah I just happen to be what she like
She say I'm special, I'm like, "Yeah babe you're right"
A lil Goose, a lil Patron tonight
I'll have the club lookin like a fuckin Zoo aight
New music, you can't confuse it
With the other cliques or groups, its the Unit
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(Chorus)

(Lloyd Banks)
Uh, Shorty came over, I told her, I can mold her
Turn her, to a rider, rollin, with a roller
Hold her, like a cobra, bone her, til she sober
Fold her, in positions til its hard to bend over
I'm a very special kind, I can't let you shine
These rappers out they mind, don't compare to me combined
If you look at my design, my Louie fittin fine
My jewelry might blind, I'ma walkin white line
You can't get on my level, that'll take a lifetime
And I got it at 25, take your lifetime
I don't care about crime as long as its not mine
I'ma be fine, I'm stronger than white lines(?)
If your girl ain't home, til the early morn
She's prolly with the G-Unit gettin in on
I told her she's Miss Right, so I can't be wrong
And we went at it all night long
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(Chorus)

(Tony Yayo)
From 1 to 10, baby girl off the Richter
But I ain't trickin, I ain't Eliot Spitzer
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
Shake that ass, drop it low like a stripper
I'm in the club again, with them drugs again
Same club, same spot, same girls again
Girls comin in, and we poppin dem bottles
By 12 O'clock, we be poppin dem models
Yeah, Falsetto, the club go crazy like,"OOH! OOH! OOH! Baby!"
Okay, bottle Rozay, girlie seen the Porsche and her friend like,"Heyyy"
Girl jump in, watch me go 0 to 60
Take you to the Ritz, slide off your Miss Sixties
I know you heard of 50, I know you heard of Yay
I Steve Nash these hoes, pass them all day
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(Chorus)

(50 Cent)
Its easy man, believe me man
This is the Unit, the Unit
This is how we do it
Banks, Yay, 50
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G-Unit: Piano Man Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:38:00.001-07:00

[50 Cent]
I'm a work of art
The ghetto version of Mozart
Yeah, ha ha

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I move the ki's/keys, they call me the piano man
I'm classically trained, nobody do it better man
I do my thang, me and my Beretta man
I got that girl, you want her come and get her man
Call me the piano man... call me the piano man...
Call me the piano man... call me the piano man
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[Tony Yayo]
Cartier glasses, Cartier belt
Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else
Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia
Nigga want two birds and I'm servin ya
I'ma ball like Julius Irving, Iverson
Demandin I got the cannon in that two-door Phantom
Nigga hundred E-X shit, suicide do's
Get a top a low fade, now the body lookin hard
These snake ass niggaz is reptiles
'Til I shoot 'em up, fill 'em up with projectiles
Yay' got the best styles, Yay' got the best clothes
Yay' got the best weed, Yay' got the best hoes, YEAH!
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[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, uhh
Fresh out the rim shot, my wheels tick-tock
My steel six shots, the paint flip-flop
My charm trucky, that's why they wan' fuck me
Two-oh-seven McClaren, body like Buffy
Ol' head get rusty, and I'm a can of oil
If hip-hop do that, a hundred grand'll boil
We show up at your bougie event, get your body hung
Slide you all over the stage like Omarion
Then leave the party calm, on a Pepsi and Bacardi bomb
Bail ain't nothin, I make a Gotti bond
Magician, I could make a dollar flip
Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
I'm rich than a muh'fucker ridin in the dirty-ass Phantom
We kill undercovers down here, we can't stand 'em
Fill up the door panels, and stuff the floorboards
I could fit a hundred in a Honda Accord
Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller
Hand of a hustler, I'm all about a dollar
E'rybody's a customer, nobody's a friend
Somebody gotta do it, anybody can win
If I, did it then I can, do it now
When we, get 'em in we just, ship 'em out
A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit and tie
Cartiers, you can tell that I
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[Chorus]

G-Unit: Straight Outta Southside Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:31:00.000-07:00

[Banks]
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o
Crack rap, million dolla bankroll
Black Lac, for my outta state ho
These niggas talk gangsta
But really aint tho
Imma stormy night, you a rainbow
Imma G, tight clothes aint my thang bro
Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier
No vaseline in the M-16
I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean
And gotta body like i feed it creatine
My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green
I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII

[Yayo]
My name is Yayo
a crazy nigga he dont play tho
I hitcha planters peanut wit the .80
Al Qaeda expert merkin
When all my niggas die
They gon have 80 virgins
Im the 'Burb swervin
Cuz im drunk and im high
Wit that glock and pump, that mac and .45
Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell
Fuck the FEDS i still deal fishscale
Mini me niggas wanna copy my style
But ??? lawyers aint good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach

[50 Cent]
Nigga its Boo-Boo (lmfao)
But you can call me 50
Fuck with me the police will have to get me
760 i-i ride imma rider
Beef pop, i'll stop talkin n get quiet
Put the muzzle on the Tech look like its on fire
My gun jammed and unjammed like i planned it
Like I was jus takin a breather im back blamming
Im Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry wit the cannon
You shootin back, but u aint hittin
Nigga im still standing
When shit dont go down smooth I dont panic
Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man
Yea, nigga im straight outta southside
Im back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit
Stunt witcha mouth wide
We move around militant
We trained for some iller shit
Southside

G-Unit: Rider Pt. 2 Lyrics

2008-06-27T08:30:00.001-07:00

(50 Cent)

GRRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

(Chrous, 50 Cent)

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

(50 Cent)

I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shotta that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your b**** throw a song to her dude this is

(Yung Buck)

(slow motion) G-Unit,(regular speed) f*** your click
Like syphillis b**** you stuck with this
(SLow motion) I'ma loyal nigga nigga,(regular speed) die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head

(Chorus, 50 cent)

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head

(Lloyd Bank$)

I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, dey show our score
Pull the dough out, and roll out, the Kreamizore
Fo' Fo' out, I know bout, the keys of war
I'm HOT- five hunnid degrees or more
My do' block a M-16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit u ain't seen before
Black card swipe,(yea) we galore(yea)

(Tony Yayo)

I said these niggas stop talkin then start worryin
The FEDS keep comin' the money we burryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in tha Cream Porshe
I let that thing off, then turn to T-Wolf
I drive a space ship, nigga 2008 shit
Hermaide kicks on I stay in some ape shit
Niggas on some ape shit, they all get hit
Got the russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

(Chrous, 50 cent)

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Nah, Nah Nigga)

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a riiida
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Get to point blank range and fiiiya
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'f**ka get in tha way of my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga trip I'll come for yo head