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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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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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Smoke (Feat. Trey Songz) – 50 Cent

Lirik lagu: Smoke (Feat. Trey Songz)

[Intro: Trey Songz]
Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?
Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
(All they smell is smoke)
The way your body roll I’ma lose control
Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
(All they smell is smoke)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba
Blue sapphires on days when she feeling Hoover
She hood and in the mood when I’m in the mood
Erotic, so exotic, I’m psychotic about it
I don’t want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample
That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb
She’s a narcotic, that bomb shit burning, we smoking
My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing
She ain’t jealous, I keep Nina around
In the small of my back in case some shit go down
Right under my Hermes, I’m hearing the word is
Me, I’m a P.I.M.P
I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some
Then pass it to the homies ’til we all get done
Niggas can’t comprehend what this shit ’bout
Police coming, you like, put this shit out

[Hook: Trey Songz (+ 50 Cent)]
You like smoke and you got me high
(You make a nigga want to get down)
High
(High feeling like I’m up in a cloud)
Girl what the fuck you done to me
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You’re like smoke
And you got me high
(So high make your love come down)
High
(One time, have that ?)
Girl what the fuck you done to me
You got me feeling like you just rolled up for me
You’re like smoke

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[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now
100 degrees, that’s with or without the top down
But when she get to working her hips you know the temperature rise
Oh lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs
She like the stones in my cross, she flawless
I’m thinking damn, why would God give one woman all this?
You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me
It’s complicated, my occupation pimping ain’t easy
Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks
Back when I was pumping crack, now my cards are black
Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs
If I want it I buy it, I don’t care what this shit costs
Luther said it: A house is not a home without her
I had them panties on the grey hound filled up with powder
But what she showed what she’ll do for me has no limits
Her wanting is temporary [?] gon’ get it

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
Everybody showing the love when she at the door
Turn this bitch down, that’s fire in the hole
I’m trying to get it and hit it, I don’t wanna pass that
Got me addicted, I’m tripping, where the stash at?
Baby, baby, don’t you know?
Baby, baby, you’re just like smoke

[Hook]

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