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Bump Dat Street Mix – 50 Cent

[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c’mon

[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to ’em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices
Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that
This is serious, these rap niggas, I’m just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat

[50 Cent]
My son ask “Daddy why carry a gun, you ain’t a cop”
Looked at him and said “Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot”
Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?
Show ’em the clip
Show ’em the beam
Show ’em how Daddy lean
In the convertible Jag
22 inch mags
For a high school drop out, shit, that ain’t bag
I’m not a blood or a crip, I’m doing my own thang
G-UNIT
Shit, I done started my own gang
I don’t go that funny dance
I don’t throw gang signs
But I’m a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
Think all I do is rap, then you don’t know me good
Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man
Cause Lethal ain’t never seen Blaco comin’
But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin?
And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs
And leave you flat your back
BRRAT
Take that

[HOOK]

[Tony Yayo]
I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
Its hard to live, but its easy to die
So I’m going through life lookin death in the eye
These rappers ain’t gun slingers
They R&B singers
G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas
Minimum wage ain’t gonna pay the rent
Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print
And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure
I’m still on the strip with the fifth and my ever
Its T-O-N-Y
Stay with a semi
Milk your crack spot – till the shit be bone dry
You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder
My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger
When the D’s come around, I’ma swallow my crack
Shit the work out later, and hit ’em with that
If it’s a direct sale
I’ma change the bill
Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille
Look nigga we icey thugs
We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves

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[HOOK]

[Tony Yayo]
Just havin fun with this rap shit, man
It never stops
My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street?
And y’all ain’t even hear the new shit
Just keep goin’ and goin’ and goin’
Motherfuckin’ Duracell Battery
It never stops
Word up
G-Unit
Sha Money XL

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Winners Circle (Feat. Guordan Banks) – 50 Cent

Lirik lagu: Winners Circle (Feat. Guordan Banks)

Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like we’re supposed to
Cause we’re gonna win

Consider this the theme song for victory
The shit you say to yourself when you make history
I’m trying to make it feel like the first time
Like a junkie I’m sort of chasing my first high
I’m focused, I’m disciplined, I’m ready
Mentally on point, sharp as a machete
Hard work, I work hard, I get the job done
It’s only one number 1, nigga, I’m number 1
I’m confident, you can call it vain or conceited
Cars, clothes, I need it
Condos, condoms and bad bitches to be with
Run with a winner, baby
Be unconventional, freak me off friends maybe
You can be my girl, be my fair weather friend
Or you could be my, yeah yeah, be my friend to the end

Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like we’re supposed to
Cause we’re gonna win

I got that disease ambition, success is the cure
They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure
I got dopeboy bonds, Einstein brains
The heart of a nigga homicidal on the chain gang
I want yachts and drops, I got spots to watch
I wanna see what life is like from the mountain top
Who says sky’s the limit? I’m limitless, I just took the pill
Why you think a nigga slow flow so ill?
Be careful, the shit I got is highly contagious
We hustle ’til it had us all locked up in cages
Time gon’ fly when a nigga been busy for ages
War stories and wounds, back and forth, a nigga been trading
For the root of all evil, Lord said it’s for Satan
We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making
I guess it’s all risk versus rewards
And a nigga risk it all for the broads
What’s up?

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Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like we’re supposed to
Cause we’re gonna win

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Too Hot – 50 Cent


[Intro: DJ scratching]
“Niggas bit off Nas shit” – [Ghostface Killah]
“Admit it, you bit it” – [G. Dep]
“Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit” – [Ghostface Killah]
“Admit if, you bit it, bit it” – [G. Dep]
[Repeat]

[Verse 1 – 50 Cent]
You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go against me, you still gon die
I got four macs, a few nines, I’m ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain’t about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for when it’s a hot, a hummer for when it’s cold
An ill attorney’s in my corner when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick fuck with niggas mentally, makes them wanna mention me
And see me doing a quarter century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted 50’s the future, that’s a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack money
I’m a tell ya’ll what Papi told me
I got what you need, 19,5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, frontin’ in somethin’ mean
And I’ll clap any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!

[Chorus]
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin’ get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro’
[Repeat]

[Verse 2 – Nature]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
I’m like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain’t no beef
You’re staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me
I’m like a black man’s asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin’ deeper when I’m creeping up
Ya’ll need to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin’ whole families in silence
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain’t no vaccine
Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, blacking out
It’s Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin’ back I’m rich kid
Either or, you can’t stop me with my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part nigga.

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[Chorus – Last line cut off]

“Niggas bit off Nas” – Ghostface Killah
“Admit it, you bit it” – G. Dep
“Tell these niggas somethin’ God” – Ghostface Killah

[Verse 3 – Nas]
What, yo
I disturb niggas and white boys, with five pointed stars
Tatted on they arms, pimp your moms, like I’m Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but nothin’ they find on me
When I rap don’t wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers thru the city like New York sewers
Stinkin’ up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I’m pimpin’
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin’ like
You knowin’ my arithmetic, but we don’t sound alike
50 Cent with Braveheart-ed, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let’s go

[Intro – Once]

[Chorus]

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Material Girl 2000 – 50 Cent

If a bitch don’t like me
Somethin’ wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch)
Why… oh why… why… you wanna fuck with me now?
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know
thats how the shit work, you know what I’m sayin’
they supposed to love me now baby
I’m doin’ it now baby
hahahaha

[Chorus]
Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I’ve been wantin’ to fuck wit’ you for quite a while
Is the money makin’ you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

[Verse One]
Whoa… if money’s gonna make me slam these hoes… then alright
Whattup Shorty, I ain’t seen you in many moons
talk to me, how’s life been treatin’ you? good I hope
you got a smile that only a fool would forget
and a figure that’ll leave a nigga droolin’ and shit
There I was, kickin’ my game, pickin’ her brain
buggin’ ’cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
she wasn’t feelin’ me, I pulled up, she wouldn’t talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead shit
but on the sidewalk we ain’t play games
we exchanged numbers and names
I went back to the Range
I heard her Girlfriend whisperin’ “I know that nigga, he rich”
she think I got six whips ’cause me and my Man switch
anyway, her name is CeCe
she said she go to BMCC
push a ’98 328 with chrome BB’s
she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin’ to G me.

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[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
It’s hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya
type that’ll hold down the Tre pound for ya
they into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
these trick niggas fucked up, they done gave ’em the World
Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit?
oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you ’bout the dick?
nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit’?
platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin’ of it
know you wouldn’t fuck with me if I had no ends
probably wouldn’t fuck in the whip if it wasn’t a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I don’t care if these hoes love me or not
long as I rhyme hot I’m gettin’ head in my drop
it goes on and on and on and it don’t stop.

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
One thing you can always count on is change
and a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
would’ve felt broke if you couldn’t get your change
now it’s hard to find us or stay behind us
while we on the 900 double R Hondas
watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
all these hoes ain’t Madonna fans but all across the World
you can find a material Girl
I sip Dom ’till I earl
take ’em two at a time
quick I get in they mind
have ’em thinkin’ they mine
bust off then tell ’em “Bust a Uey, on mo’ time”
I’m like the reason ya’ll niggas can’t eat this year
got your bitch breakin’ her neck to peep this here
c’mon… uh huh… c’mon

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[Chorus – repeat 2X]

Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on… get the fuck on…
Yo, Shorty… tell your friends ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with us…
aww man… look… he ain’t mean that shit…
c’mon thats just records… niggas is playin’…
we wasn’t serious and shit…

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