50 Cent Şarkı Sözleri
[Get Up] Şarkı Sözleri
Chours 1:
Man I finna do my thang,(Get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man. (Get up!)
trust me homie I'm not playin (Get up!)
i have the dance floor off the chain
I say(Get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
and a lil new york hate it's all of the above
And when I'm playin I'm sayin I'm off the chain
you niggas better follow instructions
I said (Get up!)
Verse 1:
I ball till i fall
I stunt till i drop
I'm off the show room floor
Not the used car lot
You buy a bottle
I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like mardi gras
When i get in to it
I get in to it
everybody can't do it the way i do it
I make it rain (rain)
Till the sun come out
A nigga playin (playin)
we make the guns come out
Now, my question is
Who they gonna blame
when I'm at number one on the billboard again
shit, shift now the game done change
since Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rain
I guess I make the kids wanna slang
and NWA made the west coast bang
Nah it's just music
man it's just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it
Chorus 2:
I have the south war fare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say(Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really dont care
I said (Get up!)
I wanna see, I-I wanna see you move
and get all into the grove
I said(Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
let me see you put your hands in the air
I said(Get up!)
Verse 2:
Girl, you look good
I want get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red stelettos
You got a bently coupe booty baby
I wanna drive
see i'll tell you what your mileage is
when i'm inside
i wanna take you for a spin
You know round and round
switch gears till your love come down
I'll take you to the point of no return
If you listen you learn
just how a nigga earn
I got money to burn
While the Gap Band play
she dropped the bomb on me
it's up and down
and up and down
Gracefully
Rick James would have said she a brick house
or fifty you should go home to see
What that bitch bout
I found out she like it how I like it, huh,
back it up
get cha some
I know how to get you sprung
tune you up
use your tounge
under the hood it's so good
she said it's so good
goddamn I'm so hood
Nigga what up
Chorus 2:
I have the south warfare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say (Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really dont care
I said (Get up!)
I wanna see, I-I wanna see you move
and get all into the grove
I said (Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
let me see you put your hands up in the air
I said (Get up!)
Outro:
And get into it
You are now rocking with the unit
I said (Get up!)
and get into it
we gonna show you just how we do it
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
[Just A Little Bit] Şarkı Sözleri
[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fucking a lil bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro'
Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and -- a lil bit
[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna fuck tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon (ha, ha)
[Chorus x2]
All anigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and -- a lil bit
[In Da Club] Şarkı Sözleri
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying '50 you hot'
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot as* nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus] (2x)
[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
[P.I.M.P] Şarkı Sözleri
(Chorus)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Repeat)
(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
(Chorus)
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
[Window Shopper] Şarkı Sözleri
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
nigga yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga yous' 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 gonna follow 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
when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
nigga yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga yous' 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
But 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, mayne
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
'Fore somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
nigga yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga yous' a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Ayo Technology] Şarkı Sözleri
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Somethin special, unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent) Justin (Tin) Timbaland (Land) God Damn (Damn)
She-She-She want it, I wanna give it to her
She know that... it's right here for her
I wanna, see her break it down
I'm ballin, throwin money 'round
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
She a workin girl, she work the pole, she break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough, she doin her thing out on the flo'
Her money money, she make it make it, look at the way she shake it shake it
Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it
Have you lustin for it goin crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it get it, the way she shake it make you wanna hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she split it
Got your head fucked up from the way she did it
She so much more than you used to, she know just how to move to seduce you
She 'gon do the right thing and touch the right spot
And dance in your lap till you ready to pop
She always, ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I'll show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight, the club jumpin
If you want a good time, she 'gon give you what you want
Let me talk to you
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Baby you so new age, your like my new craze
Let's get together baby we can start a new phase
This smoke's got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me sayin
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin' technology
I need you right in front of me
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
[Chorus: Timbaland]:
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
let me tell you girl
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a thang for, that thang she got
The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
I make it rain for her so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In the fantasy, it's plain to see, just how it be, her and me
Backstrokin, sweat soakin, all into my satin sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
Watchin her do her thing on all fours
Now that that there should be against the law
From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down
Know I like, when your hype, and you throw it all around
Different style, different mood, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinkin 'bout, all the things I'll do to you
Let's get it poppin shawty we could switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
Let me talk to you
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Baby you so new age, your like my new craze
Let's get together baby we can start a new phase
This smoke's got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me sayin
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin' technology
I need you right in front of me
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
let me tell you girl
[Candy Shop] Şarkı Sözleri
Intro: 50 Cent
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
Chorus:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what i got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
Verse 1: 50 Cent
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
Chorus:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
Verse 2: 50 Cent
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
Chorus 2x:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Heat] Şarkı Sözleri
[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"slow down, slow down, slow down"
"see that brick house right there"
"That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"
"I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
Cause me, I ride by and blow your brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock it, one way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin
Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't playin
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain right out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun til' you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
Cause we gon'reload them clips and come on right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier than Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
Chours 1:
Man I finna do my thang,(Get up!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man. (Get up!)
trust me homie I'm not playin (Get up!)
i have the dance floor off the chain
I say(Get up!)
I came to bring you that California love
and a lil new york hate it's all of the above
And when I'm playin I'm sayin I'm off the chain
you niggas better follow instructions
I said (Get up!)
Verse 1:
I ball till i fall
I stunt till i drop
I'm off the show room floor
Not the used car lot
You buy a bottle
I buy the bar
I make every other week feel like mardi gras
When i get in to it
I get in to it
everybody can't do it the way i do it
I make it rain (rain)
Till the sun come out
A nigga playin (playin)
we make the guns come out
Now, my question is
Who they gonna blame
when I'm at number one on the billboard again
shit, shift now the game done change
since Mike made thriller and Prince made purple rain
I guess I make the kids wanna slang
and NWA made the west coast bang
Nah it's just music
man it's just music
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it
Chorus 2:
I have the south war fare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say(Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really dont care
I said (Get up!)
I wanna see, I-I wanna see you move
and get all into the grove
I said(Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
let me see you put your hands in the air
I said(Get up!)
Verse 2:
Girl, you look good
I want get to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red stelettos
You got a bently coupe booty baby
I wanna drive
see i'll tell you what your mileage is
when i'm inside
i wanna take you for a spin
You know round and round
switch gears till your love come down
I'll take you to the point of no return
If you listen you learn
just how a nigga earn
I got money to burn
While the Gap Band play
she dropped the bomb on me
it's up and down
and up and down
Gracefully
Rick James would have said she a brick house
or fifty you should go home to see
What that bitch bout
I found out she like it how I like it, huh,
back it up
get cha some
I know how to get you sprung
tune you up
use your tounge
under the hood it's so good
she said it's so good
goddamn I'm so hood
Nigga what up
Chorus 2:
I have the south warfare
I'm the reason everybody here
I say (Get up!)
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin I really dont care
I said (Get up!)
I wanna see, I-I wanna see you move
and get all into the grove
I said (Get up!)
I'm getting money man I really don't care
let me see you put your hands up in the air
I said (Get up!)
Outro:
And get into it
You are now rocking with the unit
I said (Get up!)
and get into it
we gonna show you just how we do it
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
I said (Get up!)
Aftermath, still shady aftermath
[Just A Little Bit] Şarkı Sözleri
[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin' that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I'm young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin' old moves
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
I hit your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don't trip
Yo' heat in the car, mine's in this bitch
I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I'ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I'ma get shorty here and I'ma let her know
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and fucking a lil bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin' out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro'
Pockets on swoll cause I move the O's
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I'm off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I'm like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin', party jumpin', I said loud and clear
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and -- a lil bit
[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin' right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain't playin', I'ma tryna fuck tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c'mon (ha, ha)
[Chorus x2]
All anigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down a lil bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil bit
Get to lickin' and -- a lil bit
[In Da Club] Şarkı Sözleri
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
[Chorus] (2x)
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying '50 you hot'
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus] (2x)
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot as* nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus] (2x)
[Talking]
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
[P.I.M.P] Şarkı Sözleri
(Chorus)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Repeat)
(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
(Chorus)
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH
[Window Shopper] Şarkı Sözleri
Ohh!
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
nigga yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga yous' 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 gonna follow 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
when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
nigga yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga yous' 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
But 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, mayne
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
'Fore somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
nigga yous' a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
nigga yous' a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
nigga yous' a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Ayo Technology] Şarkı Sözleri
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Somethin special, unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent) Justin (Tin) Timbaland (Land) God Damn (Damn)
She-She-She want it, I wanna give it to her
She know that... it's right here for her
I wanna, see her break it down
I'm ballin, throwin money 'round
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
She a workin girl, she work the pole, she break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough, she doin her thing out on the flo'
Her money money, she make it make it, look at the way she shake it shake it
Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it
Have you lustin for it goin crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it get it, the way she shake it make you wanna hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she split it
Got your head fucked up from the way she did it
She so much more than you used to, she know just how to move to seduce you
She 'gon do the right thing and touch the right spot
And dance in your lap till you ready to pop
She always, ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I'll show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight, the club jumpin
If you want a good time, she 'gon give you what you want
Let me talk to you
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Baby you so new age, your like my new craze
Let's get together baby we can start a new phase
This smoke's got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me sayin
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin' technology
I need you right in front of me
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
[Chorus: Timbaland]:
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
let me tell you girl
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Got a thang for, that thang she got
The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop
I make it rain for her so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In the fantasy, it's plain to see, just how it be, her and me
Backstrokin, sweat soakin, all into my satin sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
Watchin her do her thing on all fours
Now that that there should be against the law
From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down
Know I like, when your hype, and you throw it all around
Different style, different mood, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinkin 'bout, all the things I'll do to you
Let's get it poppin shawty we could switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen
Let me talk to you
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Baby you so new age, your like my new craze
Let's get together baby we can start a new phase
This smoke's got the club all hazy spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here? You got me sayin
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo!!!! I'm tired of usin' technology
I need you right in front of me
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, uh, uh, she wants it
(Oooh Oooh!!!) She wants it, so I gotta give it to her
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
let me tell you girl
[Candy Shop] Şarkı Sözleri
Intro: 50 Cent
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
Chorus:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what i got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
Verse 1: 50 Cent
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
Chorus:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
Verse 2: 50 Cent
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
Chorus 2x:
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Heat] Şarkı Sözleri
[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"slow down, slow down, slow down"
"see that brick house right there"
"That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"
"I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
Cause me, I ride by and blow your brains out(brains out)
There's no time to cock it, one way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin
Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
homie I ain't playin
[50 Cent]
Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
And ya brain right out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil handgun til' you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
Cause we gon'reload them clips and come on right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier than Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha