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Tony Yayo Explosion – 50 Cent


[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus – 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I’m all poinry, cause you see me gettin’ high
But my knife, I’ll have yo ass seein’ out one eye

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I’m all poinry, cause you see me gettin’ high (yeah)
But my knife, I’ll have yo ass seein’ out one eye

[Verse 1 – Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin’ on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin’ but Cris poppin’ (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin’ (woo)
Tryin’ to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or 1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I’m cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L’s will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don’t know a fuckin’ clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don’t know a fuckin’ clique liver)

[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I’m all poinry, cause you see me gettin’ high (uh huh)
But my knife, I’ll have yo ass seein’ out one eye (eye)

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I’m all poinry, cause you see me gettin’ high
But my knife, I’ll have yo ass seein’ out one eye

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[Verse 2 – Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin’ money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c’mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750’s straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is “Juice” (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I’m holdin’ the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin’ baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Never gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin’ smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty like “Sanford and Son” (yeah)
Groupies gossipin’ stay runnin’ their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin’, let’s take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don’t be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin’ towards a brick of dope
Cause I’ve been goin’ hand and hand since “Different Strokes”
I’m a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!

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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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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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