We over here... with some fat chicks


Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches
That's Yayo


Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain't never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat


Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat
That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat
Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat

In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master
But you got it on level 2, bitch go a little faster
Look girl I ain't gon lie, I'll tell you how I feel
They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill
You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot
And your big ass fin to pop all up out the halter top
...

This is how we do it, when we do it
Like we just wanna tear the club up
We do it like there aint nothin to it
The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up!
Lets Go!


Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!
Heyyyy


You cant body the kid, you know how i rock
Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top
So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right
Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton's
I splurge with it, im so absurd with it
Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan' go spend it
You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballinIf theres money to be made, i'm all in
Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and
...

50
ferrari
f50



Shawty you aint gotta take your pantys off
Just pull em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride
It go up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its on tonight i know what you like
I know just how to break ya off



Good evening ladies,i'll tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
Theres lost of activities,fun things to do
And i'll find my pleasure in pleasing you
Some rides go fast,some rides go slow
You fear heights when i'm high hell yeah i'll go low
It taste so sweet,that sticky cotton candy

We get carried away
We be starting a family
It's a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl you know it's no fun without the magic magic stick
Now watch me as i pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
...

Y'all niggaz know (wut wut y'all niggaz know, know what I'm about)
Y'all niggaz know, find me at my do' then the guns come out


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
...

La la la la la la
Ooh I'd lie for you baby
Ooh I'd die for you baby


I build you up
But if ever I fall down
And I need you to pick me up
Promise me you'll be around
Hold me down
I'll build you up


Listen if you let me, I'll be the reason you shine
Its a secret I want the world to know that you're mine
But on some real shit, communications could be better
So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter
They can play it on the radio, a hundred times a day
I figure when you hear it, you would stop and think of me
I wanna get to know ya and be the reason you smile
Girl, you know where I'm from, you know how I get down
When times are tough, tell me that I'm special
Not rap, I mean me, that I'm special
You know they say diamonds are a girl's best friend
Precious stones, could you put me before them?
If so, I'll see to it that they always around
...

We over here... with some fat chicks


Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches
That's Yayo


Don't be stuck on the things they say
now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty world)
I ain't fuckin wit you anyway
cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl)
I ain't never gon discriminate
so let me compliment your eyes (compliment my eyes)
Yeah, It's nothin' but a little baby phat phat


Them Twinkies got your ass gettin' fat fat
Them cookies got your ass gettin' fat fat
That paint got your ass gettin' fat fat
Bitch you grown, that ain't baby fat fat

In the gym I see your ass up on the stair master
But you got it on level 2, bitch go a little faster
Look girl I ain't gon lie, I'll tell you how I feel
They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill
You wanna work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot
And your big ass fin to pop all up out the halter top
...

Yeah.. 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
G-UNIT!


This rap shit plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothafucka at you tonight
G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppinSwimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy
It's funny, niggaz rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
You lyin' your ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pullin' your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball
Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
I'm wide awake but it still feels like I'm dreaminForty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and...

(50cent ft. justin timberlake)

Something special
Unforgetable
50 Cent (cent)
Justin (tin)
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I'm ballin', throw'n money around

Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makinLook at the way she shakin' shakinMake you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
...

God gave me stylllle, God gave me grace
- God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smilllle, on my face
- Ha ha, God put this smile on my face
God make me shiiiine, like the sun
- God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feeeeel, like I'm the one
- Sometimes I feel like I'm the one


It ain't my fault, I just reach for style
I'm hot, I breaks it down
It ain't my fault, you can't break it down
The way I break it down


Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me
When my CD's drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed
I'm a track star runnin through life chasin my dreams
Best deal I made was tradin the mic for that triple beam
I zone off thinkin is there really heaven or hell
If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell
...

G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked


50 Cent, that's my name
Man I ain't fuckin' playin'
I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo' I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt
For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)
Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip
Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game
...

Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape
WOO!!!

I've waited I've waited
Time went by
All I did was cry
Sillyyyyy


If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)
Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)
Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend


First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin
If we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckin
...

Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh


Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo' ring ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could


Hate it or love, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops

Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me


I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
...

You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like
yeah, I told her I write music for a living
And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent
And she said oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music
I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time
And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick
I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man
Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue
And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy
Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker
See me I switch up hoopties cause niggaz play me, just to shoot me
You know how it is in the hood

Dead men don't hear no applause
Don't men don't go off on tours
Dead men don't accept no awards
50 that thought you was dead kid, kid

- 2X
50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
Niggaz thought they got me
...

i need you to pray for me and
i need you to care for me and
i need you to want me to win
i need to know where i'm heading,'cause i know where i've been
flows, bones, crushing it's nothing
i come up with something
come through your strip, fronting, stunting
it's something you want, 745 chrome spinning
haters hate that i'm winnning
man i've been hot from the beginning
motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy
'cause i can't control my temper, i'm fitting to catch a felony
pistol in hand homie, i'm down to get it popping
once i squeeze the first shot
no i aint stopping till my clip is empty
i'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with
fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke
gun smoking, still locing, what nigga
lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling


right now i'm on the edge
so don't push me
i aim straight for your head
...

1, 2, 3, 4
x2
Lil' mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake
sh.. sh.. shake that ass girl


Go Go Go Go Fifty in the house, bounce, y'all already know what I'm about
The flow sounds sick over Dre' drums nigga, I ain't
stupid I see Doc and my dough come quicker
Whoa! Shorty' hips so hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch
I'ma watch her bounce that ass girl
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here. Oooohh
I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimey, what's good
Outside, the Benz on dubs
I'm in the club with the snub, don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'. Uuuhhh.
1, 2, 3, 4
x2
Lil' mama show me how you move it
go ahead put yo back into it
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it
Shake
sh.. sh.. shake that ass girl
...