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50 Cent - Candy shop

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I´ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ´head girl, don´t you stop
Keep goin ´til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I´ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste the wad I got
I´ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ´til you hit the spot (whoa)

[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 seasoned 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]

[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 winds
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]
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I´ll let you lick the lollypop
Go ´head girl, don´t you stop
Keep goin ´til you hit the spot (whoa)
[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 (whoa)

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50 Cent - Window Shopper

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

[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you´s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you´s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can´t buy
Joe you´s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you´s a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you´s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you´s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can´t buy
Nigga you´s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you´s a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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50 cent - Pimp

(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 da 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 aint gotta slow down for u to catch up, BITCH, hahaha yeah

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50 Cent Ft. G-Unit - Stunt 101

(Chorus)(50 Cent)

I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V´s pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn

(Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I´m gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up the ass
My boy´ll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawg
Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo
In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat him
Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I´m sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened
We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum
Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one
On point, cuz you thought R.I.P´s was slackin
So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in
Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted.....G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of streetsweepers
When it comes to stuntin, there´s nothin you can teach us
We´re in a different timezone, your records dont reach us
Nah, I aint here to save the world
Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front
I teach you how to stunt!

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid´s so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike´s
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell´s spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya´ll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know
Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go

(Chorus)

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50 Cent - Gunz Come Out

[Chorus x2]
Ya´ll niggas know (wut wut ya´ll niggas know what I´m about)
Ya´ll niggas know, find me at my do´ when the guns come out

[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I´m fuckin´ crazy, they think I´m out my mind
Cause I´m down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin´ my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I´m doin´ my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I´ll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

[Chorus x2]
Ya´ll niggas know (wut wut ya´ll niggas know what I´m about)
Ya´ll niggas know, find me at my do´ when the guns come out

[Verse 2]
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don´t know I´m around
Hop out, hit ´em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187´s in progress
Hard niggas finna´ soften up when that lead touch ´em
You cut ´em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin´ em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don´t wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they ?? fathom too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who signed with me actually let their guns talk
I´m cool with some bloods, I´m cool with some crippes
I´m cool but if there´s a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don´t know karate, but I split the bricks
I don´t love ´em loverboy, we the shit bitch

[Chorus x2]
Ya´ll niggas know (wut wut ya´ll niggas know what I´m about)
Ya´ll niggas know, find me at my do´ when the guns come out

[Verse 3]
I´ll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared, run you´re still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, ?? I will comodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fuckin´ with me, there´s no tomorrow
niggas´ll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

[Chorus x2]
Ya´ll niggas know (wut wut ya´ll niggas know what I´m about)
Ya´ll niggas know, find me at my do´ when the guns come out

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50 Cent - I'll whip ya head boy

[50 Cent Chorus]
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin´ strapped in grandpa´s Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin´, I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan´ do whatever I wan´ do
I say I wan´ eat they say shit we wan´ eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin´ on front street
With the shine´s on niggaz be lookin´ like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit ´fore we start poppin´ some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz

[50 Cent Chorus]
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
I´m up early in the mornin´, tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil´ on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
But she don´t know it, damn, OK we´ll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin´ daddy come home
You was rollin´ poppin´ bubbly, didn´t think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin´ you
That the nine will jam right in my hand

[50 Cent Chorus]
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin´ Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin´ killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin´ God, what my baby dunn did now?
I´m takin´ everything, jewellery I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin´ we can startin´ waitin´ on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I´m impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin´ sidewalk
And I´ma be on CNN again it ain´t my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I´m thuggin´ till my death

[50 Cent Chorus]
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I´ll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

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[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

[Chorus x2]
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 a lil bit
Get to kissin´ and touchin´ a lil bit
Get to lickin´ and -- a lil bit

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50 Cent  - Many Men

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

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

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

[9 Shots]

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

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

[Intro: 50 Cent - singing]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can´t see
I´m trying to be what I´m destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon´ see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause I´ll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ´pon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

[Verse One]
Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain´t dead
I´m the diamond in the dirt, that ain´t been found
I´m the underground king and I ain´t been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I´m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I´ve been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go´head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain´t over

[Chorus - singing]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ´pon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

[Verse Two]
Some days wouldn´t be special, if it wasn´t for rain
Joy wouldn´t feel so good, if it wasn´t for pain
Death gotta be easy, ´cause life is hard
It´ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
I don´t see only god can judge me, ´cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I´m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Every night I talk to god, but he don´t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn´t know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain´t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can´t read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it´s clear that I´m here, for a real reason
´Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain´t fucking breathing

 

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