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High All The Time – 50 Cent

[Chorus]
I don’t need Dom Perignon, I don’t need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don’t need shit
Nigga I’m high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time, man I’m on some hood shit

Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I’ll spark shit
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I’m high all the time, man I’m on some hood shit

[Verse 1]
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell’em HOLD up,
You ain’t gettin money you ain’t smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood

I shoot the dice, I holler get’em girls
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Perelli’s to look mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I’m gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D’s sick, they searched the whip and they can’t find the semis
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain’t because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain’t because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I- twist that la, la, la, la

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I get high as I wanna nigga
Go against me, fa sho, you’s a goner nigga
I don’t smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don’t stare at me man
I’d hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you real my nigga, you know how to holla “G-Unit!”
There’s no competition, it’s just me,
50 Cent, motherfucker, I’m hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
You don’t want me to be your kid’s role model
I’ll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it’s crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it’s lunchtime
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won’t leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain’t shit you can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
I ain’t hurting, I’m doing good
I ain’t got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

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[Chorus]

G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come

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G-Unit That’s What’s Up – 50 Cent

[ Intro – 50 Cent talking ]
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it’s 50 CENT (CENT)
and Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)

[ Chorus – 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin’ my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I’m doin’ my thang (haha)

I said I’ve been doin’ my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I’m doin’ my thang

[ 50 Cent ]
Uh, yeah, my chain is so heavy (heavy), I think it’s necessary (necessary)
For me to talk about all of the stones in my resi (stones in my resi, YEAH)
I used to push a Chevy (uh huh), about to cop a Bentley (what)
And stun on these niggaz ’till my tank on empty (tank on empty)
This gangsta shit is in me (in me), the money I got plenty (plenty)
I still hustle, but I don’t cop jewels from any (any)
I know a stripper named Jenny (Jenny)
I marked a nigga named Vinny (Vinny)
I ain’t in on many (many), a CEO named Giddy (Giddy)
50 is so witty, 50 is so high (high)
50 got the fuckin’ hood on lock (lock, what)

[ Chorus – 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin’ my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I’m doin’ my thang (haha)

I said I’ve been doin’ my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I’m doin’ my thang

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[ Lloyd Banks ]
When I’m knockin’ you down, no one can save ya, from the other side of the door
It sounds like you going through this (AH) before (AH)
My passport is valid, so I’m goin’ through Asia
Flyin’ through Paris, stoppin’ in Britain, shoppin’ and shittin’ (YEAH)
If you ain’t jumpin’ off of the truck, you walkin’
We got frozen hearts, get on the bus like Rosa Parks (Rosa Parks)
My name papi, so I’m higherin’ the price
Bitch about to make enough money, to buy you a life (OH)

[ Chorus – 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin’ my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I’m doin’ my thang (haha)

I said I’ve been doin’ my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I’m doin’ my thang

[ Tony Yayo ]
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo, yo, I got so many hoes, that my pimp game natural (uh huh)
The only time I don’t fuck, is in the AIDS capital (YEAH)
Look at the watch, you have a hard time seein’ it
I got so many rocks, they have a hard time breathin’ (C’MON)
See the cross on my neck?
Hoes want to know what’s the course on my neck (course on my neck)
First she said no, now she almost said yes (almost said yes)
Now we in the telly, and we both butt nak, workin’ up a sweat (sweat, sweat)

[ Chorus – 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin’ my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck, and my wrist, and my ears
I’m doin’ my thang (haha)

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I said I’ve been doin’ my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I’m doin’ my thang

[ Outro – 50 Cent talking ]
Yeah nigga (yeah nigga)
You know it’s me when I’m cruisin’ through your motherfuckin’ hood
And shit nigga, Don’t try to act like you don’t know it me
And shit, You know what I’m sayin’?
I didn’t put no tints on the motherfucker
So you could see me nigga
If I’m gonna spend $125,000 on some wheels
I want you to get a good look nigga (haha uh)
Yeah, look at me, look at the license plate
The license plate say: “Get one nigga” (haha)
Can you get one nigga?

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Da Repercussions – 50 Cent

[Talking]
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one… it’s real shit nigga

[Chorus]
You niggas say somethin’ slick, you’ll get SLAPPED for that
You niggas schemin’ on some jewels, you’ll get CLAPPED for that
If ya’ll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that

[Verse 1]
Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bullshit I’m in right now nigga, I’ve been on it (yeah)
If I don’t eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin’ with heat (woo)
You’ll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain’t rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I’ll fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed ’em, deserve to die

[Chorus – 2X]

[Verse 2]
You gettin’ money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga)
Yo, I ain’t the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week
Look, niggas who know me, know I’m up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)
A slug’ll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn’t need her
If it wasn’t for my seed, I wouldn’t even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don’t need me, she miss me, believe me
It’s that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV

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[Chorus – 2X]

[Verse 3]
Aight you niggas tryin’ to do too much (STOP FRONTIN’)
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN”T NOTHIN’)
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN’)
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN’T HOLDIN’ NOTHIN’)
Rap niggas, they actin’ like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain’t a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin’ they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind
Nigga yours a 92, mine’s a 99
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shallow up a seed, I’ll write it down so you can read
If you’ve been listening, I know you’ve been loving what I said
If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head

[Chorus – 2X]

[singing in background until fade]

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Back Seat Tony Yayo – 50 Cent


[50 Cent]
Now play my Tony Yayo shit

Yeah, 50 Cent
G-Unit
Remix
Tony Yayo
We gonna do it again

[Hook: repeat 2X]
Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo
Back seat of X5 or Range Rov’
So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go – hoe

[Tony Yayo]
Hey yo, my truck talk for me
If I was bummy and ugly
Your bitch’ll still have love for me
As long as I push a truck, rims chunky
Never open my lips, your bitch wanna fuck me
Beep the air horn, hop in turn the heat on
Pick you up off the streets get your feet warm
She giving sex cause the Lex truck takes unleaded
Big thick thighs, eyes browner than Sahara deserts
Deuce-Deuce, bitches, yeah they caught your eye
And them loud system full of bass and highs
You see that X5 BM
Packed with Puerto Ricans
Bad mommies on the low, just creepin
Niggas be frontin like they bubbling coke
But they really struggling with a high car note, ha … (YEAH)

[50 Cent]
Might see me in the Jeep
Rollin’ ’round 4 deep
And you know we on the creep
Nigga, I’m holdin’ it

[Hook]

[Tony Yayo]
Back seat of my truck lets swing an episode
Fuck a hotel we have sex on the road
I pull the seats back
Put the sheets in the luggage rack
Pull out my balls
And play an Aaron Hall track
I tell a chick “Bend over, mami”
Hit ’em with the Henny Dick
Now my windows foggy
Its time to party, I got TV’s, CD’s and DVD’s
Now bitch, get on your knees
You could be a model chick or a silly hood rat
Don’t cum on my leather, don’t stain my floor mats
Where’s your baby mama?
She in the truck and I’m blessin her
Undressing her
Make hop out for air re-freshener
I ain’t stressing her
‘Cause my rims keep checkin her
She’s 21, my rim size older than her
TWENTY TWO’S

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[50 Cent]
Niggas say they want beef
But when they see me in the street
They don’t slow down to speak
‘Cause they know I’m holdin ..

[Hook]

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