50CENT 21 QUESTIONS [50 Cent] New York City! You Are Now Rapping...With 50 Cent You Gotta Love It

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50CENT 21 QUESTIONS [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch suns in my 7 45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don''t wanna see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe

[Nate Dogg] Girl...It''s easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It''s easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...

[50 Cent] If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn''t smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I''d get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I''m asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain''t rap ''cause I flipped burgers at Burger King would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin'' me? And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil'' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

[Nate Dogg] Girl...It''s easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It''s easy to love me now (Woo!) Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...

[50 Cent] Now would you leave me if you''re father found out I was thuggin''? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I''m loving? Are you mad ''cause I''m asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? ''Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I''m staring at ya'' trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn''t me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that''s all it takes for you to be gone? And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it tak e I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile

Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I''ll ask 21 questions, and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I''ll ask 21 questions, and they all about us 50CENT AFTER MY CHEDDA (chorus) When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl your after me cheddar And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl I''m after my cheddar

(50 cent) I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes When I just wanna chill you wanna go out See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out You say I''m wrong when I dog yo ass like I should now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good

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(Lloyd Banks) when you think about me grinding my fans You even got more watch on but it''s to much time on your hands They say behind every good man is a woman So tash pull up stash the cannon linen I''ll never be your chofuer to the mall You''ll learn to appreciate cd''s and posters on the wall fatal attractions is mad real Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil''s

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(Tony Yayo) They say money make the world go round Material things make a hoe go down I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG Bitch I''m rich but I don''t trick on GP That''s 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts Bitch play the strip and put in work Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract Now I got to double up in case the condom snap

(50 cent) Look don''t ask me for shit man I aint got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you mean I can''t sing bitch Bitch I''m Luther Vandross in the shower G UNIT! 50CENT AS THE WORLD TURNS (50 Cent) uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh

Money make a pimp, pimp hoes, hustlas sell dope, thugs gun smoke What(echo) Money make the world go round, as the world turns Money make the world go round, as the world turns Nigga I need money to main tainn Hustalin aint a gamee Nigga go and gets the grainn Gon'' get tore out the framee T.Vs in the Rangee I''m in ta nice thanggs I slang weed (snort) Coc ainee and Herio anee 50 Cent Thats my namee Nigga I bring the painn You thought shit stay the samee Nigga shit gon'' change Put a bullet in your brainn Nigga at close range Run away wit ya rollie, your rings, and your motherfuckin chainn Aint nuittin funny mangg I''m about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I''m sayin, What I''m sayin, I aint playin I''ll be, In front of your crib, layin, wit the mack ta start sprayinn Any nigga thats in the game, for the fame, gotta be a lamee Crackers''ll put ya in chains Box''ll drive you insane Sun cant shine all the time, man its gotta rain That whole loose? is ill You better crack the whip mang

(Chorus 50 Cent) A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

A pimp aint a pimp with no motherfuckin hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa if his ass dead broke (broke)

(50 Cent) I live Life in the fast lane Man I aint got nuttin ta lose Everythin a game Either you wit me or against me man aint nuttin changee Nigga, you Go against the grain I''ll make you Walk wit a cane now nigga now Who you gon'' blamee When shit aint the same Nigga nobody hears your namee You got down wit a gangg O thirty one blood Ya''ll niggas do your thang You got 2 felonies Fuck it, go out wit a bangg Ya''ll niggas wanna hangg Wit niggas that fitlthy rich They aint even got ta talk To take your bitch One look was all it took She seen the benz o She seen them T.Vs And them big ol'' chriz omes A yo the bitch useta bring you dough Useta be your bottom hoe Now your paper comin'' slow She feel like she had ta go Roll wit them rich niggas and ball with them ball az Politic wit the willies the real shot call az

(Bun B) I got one life to live Follow that light that keeps on guidin me Hate az tryin me Hoes is a bidein me Media ride me King a the underground So the streets is steady hide in me Representin sure taste az The yay keep takin pride in me Streets Deciple slide in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort I gots ta break a bastards back Tore em up, get em ready ta port Put em on the master track I blast the facts the life in the grill Gorilla pimpin If I have ta mack ya wife then I will It''s me and 50 Cent my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I''m on for million wit your pit, in the clit that shit true I split through, your defences, so relentless, get you, without you even knoin Got you strippin and even hoe in You dont wanna let the pro in the door This what we showin

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(50 Cent) Is your bitch your bitch or is your bitch mines? Is your bitch your bitch all the time? You done got your paper, now its time I get mines Except the serve and everything''ll be fine Bitch!

(50 Cent talking over beat) Runnin from pimpin...bitch you need to run TO some pimpin Wit them cheap ass payless shoes you got on hoe You still aint figured out what a hoe supposed to look like Look at you motherfucka here Huh bitch? How you gunna catch some dates lookin like that hoe? Bitch get off the sidewalk and into the street Bitch the sidewalk is for pimpin bitch!

(Fades) 50CENT BACK DOWN Yea, G G G G G UNIT! (G UNIT!) Ha ha...

Chorus: 50 Cent

It''s easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don''t BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol G You ask about me, the young boy don''t BACK DOWN

Any living thing that cannot co exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids, I''ll fuckin erase them Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his Knight to be Suge You can buy cars but you can''t buy respect in the hood Maybe I''m so disrespectfu cuz to me you''re a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy...

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"This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That''s Ja''s lil punk ass thinkin out loud Southside, Tah died, that''s just how I get down I''m back in the game shawty, to Rule and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I''m the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It''s been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah''s crack child Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good I ain''t never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I''m back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I''m New York City''s own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)

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I ain''t tellin anyone you pussy I ain''t tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain''t over.... (G UNIT) I''ve been patently waitin to BLOWW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun Now that I''m back, you can''t sleep I''m a nightmare huuhhhh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain''t goin no where, I done told you nigga I''ma G Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G UNIT) 50CENT BAD NEWS Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound''s in the house, bad news 40 Kal''s in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news

[Lloyd Banks] I get little (?) mad cause I''m flossin'' bad I ain''t a wrestler, but I''ll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money cause it costs to brag Round here bitches walk round here at the horse''s head (?) Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks I don''t really like to exercise but I''ll push up on a bitch Y''all sweet like 99 bananas That''s why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox I''m just a playa that found out where the cokes know That''s why I''mma be around longer than the Oprah show You and your man y''all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the 5th grade that''s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus] I don''t like you, you don''t like me Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks'' back at it again) I don''t like you, you don''t like me Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Tony''s back at it again)

[Tony Yayo] Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop, know their daily routine So the 2nd rule please leave the crime scene please 3rd rule pick a day, 4th rule pick a time 5th rule pick a fifth, 6th rule pick a nine And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet So when the shootout you leave him 6 feet deep 8th meet in a fast car with disguise Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes 9th rule don''t say shit cause Po Po listen Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system And the 10th rule don''t put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading

[Chorus] I don''t like you, you don''t like me Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it again) I don''t like you, you don''t like me Its not likely that we''ll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50''s back at it again)

[50 cent] Go ahead go against me I''ll hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My confidence level''s high nigga can''t tell Licking my lips (?) like I''m ill, ill I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail From day one I came in the game they said I was hot They got scared, & 147;Cent got money& 148;, and I got shot You so much pressure on me when you compare me to Pac I''m just a new kid, I can''t help that I''m hot What little niggaz say to 50 cent don''t matter I''ll fire shots at the ship and watch the seas scatter my enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies you scared then get the fuck around me Record execs, no not the (?) on my check I come through with my knife cause I''m a pain your neck (YEAH!)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound''s in the house, bad news 40 Kal''s in the house, bad news I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news 50CENT BANKS VICTORY [50 Cent] Yo, yo we can''t stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I''m high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta''s Yea faggot, if I want it I''m gon'' have it Regardless if it''s handed to me or I gotta grab it Don''t make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me I''m cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I''m, 8 levels above you nigga I''ll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I''m the wrong one to provoke You rattin on niggas is only gon'' leave you smoke So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit ''till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd Banks] I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah Not all the vehicle''s is long enough to stash the streetsweeper This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus Soon as spring break ho''s home from college wanna fuck us I ain''t here to drop knowledge on you suckas I''ll sick rottweiler''s on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I''ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain''t a star, nigga plad ain''t bulbary You can''t tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like I''m playin the game boy I know to watch botherin ya vision You reach and I''ll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion Why party wit a pigeon? I''m blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I''m in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I''m the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack Now every morning''s a fast start And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than path mark Run, move startin a wave and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs I''m the young pimp pardon my age I don''t got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids Niggas find what club they at take ''em wit us, and run a train on ''em like a subway mac get advances from grey agra see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'' i go the college on the tour I''m goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer Camera''s by the hamper that mine into the floor by now, you probably heard of me fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon'' have to murder me Burglary, I''m leavin wit cha nike''s bergendy, White T, bergendy you match now, back down niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear heavy when I toke, C notes from different years Besly in the robe, re motes for liftin chairs You ain''t rich, but we glad to snatch ya I send cars to crib like I''m a cab dispatcha you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive you ain''t gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized it''s a damn shame y''all still local I''m in a million dollar studio layin my vocals Nigga

[50 Cent] Still in the projects nigga, you ain''t goin nowhere you gon'' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life and yo momma said, I''m supposed to tell you somethin..... to encourage you, somethin positive aight well I ain''t gon'' lie to you muthafucka, he ain''t goin nowhere get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve fuckin dirtbag 50CENT BANKS WORKOUT [50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain''t as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit Nigga ain''t nuttin change You move I''ll blow your brains

[Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent IN CAPS) These niggaz don''t really want war (nah) They just walk around frontin Cause I walk around stuntin Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea) If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh huh) Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO) I''m smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh huh) Not the type to go spark metal in Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea) Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn Everyday I got a new bitch and when I''m done wit her It''ll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN) You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I''m hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA) Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh huh) Remember I''m a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH HUH UH HUH) I know you wanna pop me but (but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) Fuck, I really hold the rubber I send Sparks at you and I don''t mean Emilio or Bubba I''m aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas A pound and a philly hold the smuggler G Unit''s whats up right now The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown You gotta come a little harder, nigga You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA) You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe) And you mad cause you blowin on oregano You niggaz''ll never blow Anyone to step in my ring is brave I don''t know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR) Short stay leave her butt in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly I''m about to get this deal (uh huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka Seltzer pill I ain''t loud around a snitch (nah) I don''t crowd around a btich (nah) The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO) niggaz can''t stand the fact that I''m real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best (UH HUH) Bacardi at the chest(UH HUH) I''m similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest My success got suckers salty (salty) Blowin steam like a cup of coffee Click POW get these fuckas off me