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Текст 50 Cent - Hustlers Ambition:

(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won`t burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, its real shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America`s got a thing for this gangsta`s shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, I`ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my tre-8 handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino from New Jack, I`ll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Yo the empire on the low the narc`s don`t know I`m the weatherman
I take that coke leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I`m just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, I`m fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can`t see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

[Chorus]
I want to find the thing that`s in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I`m tryin to get mine
And I`ll buck you (buck you)
I don`t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want the finer the things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don`t know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can`t fuck with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don`t like seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds i`ll grow `em what they need
Them ain`t chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic
And I`m sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I`ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you`ll find is the DNA recrock

What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I`ll be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Its a hustler`s ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
It`s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot
I got the energy to win, I`m full of adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I`m back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I`m like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner`ll tell you he don`t got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can`t stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi
Hello!

[Chorus]


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Candy Shop (оригинал 50 Cent):

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door
she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)


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What Up Gangsta? (оригинал 50 Cent)
G-Unit
We in here
We can get the drama popping
We don't care
It's going down
'Cause I’maround
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?

[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like got an S on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya
I’mnot the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I’mthe type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it, the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard
I’mon the next level, right lane forget bezel
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god

[Chorus]
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Cuz? (What)
What up, Blood? (What)
What up, Gangstaaa?
[Bridge]
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that (G-Unit)
We don't play around

[Verse 2]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Every chick I fuck with is a dime
I’mlike Patty LaBelle, homie, I’mon my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I’ma rolling stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge (4x)]



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Текст песни: 50 Cent - Piggy Bank
[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I`ll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I`ll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I`ll get atcha, Tupac don`t pretend
I`ll get atcha, I`ll put that to an end

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That Game shit is old, don`t be screamin` get at me dawg
Have you runnin` for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin` that semi, like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin` off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol` black nine
I`ll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol` chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C`mon man, you know how I shine
I`m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon Vinyl top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don`t hear no shots?
That fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "In Da Club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don`t fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cuz I`ll do yer lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But that`s only New York, dawg your ass is local

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I`m rich as hell, Shyne poppin` off his mouth from a cell
He don`t want it with me, he in P.C
I can have a nigga run up on him witta shank
wit just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo bring the condoms I`m in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and sed she looks like me
Kelis said her "Milkshake" brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are wrong shots
After your next move I`ll give you what I got

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I`ll get atcha, I`ll punch out your grill
I`ll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I`ll get atcha, nigga I`m for real
I`ll get atcha, you`ll get your ass killed

[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha
Ya`ll niggas gotta do somethin` now man
All that shoot `em up shit ya`ll be talkin`
You gotta do somethin` baby
I mean, I mean c`mon man everybody`s listenin`
NIGGA ERRB0DY LISSENING!!
Hahahaha
I know you ain`t gon` just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get Mobb niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I sed CLIP UP!!
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha


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Текст песни: 50 Cent - This Is 50
[Chorus]
I don`t know what you take me for
I really don`t play that shit
I ain`t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 1]
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its killin me not to spray that shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon` be strong enough to take this shit
I`m in the hood ridin` round with a chrome fo` pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
I do dirt to gat bust, I get to kickin` up dust, `fore the jakes come around here kid
niggas get knocked if D`s start askin` question, my name end up in all types of shit
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo` sho`, whether I`m poor or I`m filthy rich
Now what you know about movin` that Peruvian Flavor that cake, I get rid of them bricks

[Chorus x2]
I don`t know what you take me for
I really play that shit
I ain`t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Verse 2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22`s, everytime I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got racked, then I went back and got that six
I`m in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call it `the milk truck` and shit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin` at the light, damn pimpin`, you should take time to check that bitch
If i can ride through the hood, actin` like its all good, but I`m lookin` for jooks and shit
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, and find me and my niggas in ya crib
Nigga holla if there`s a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and them extra clips

[Chorus x2]
I don`t know what you take me for
I really play that shit
I ain`t got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

[Bridge]
Man I`m tired of tellin` niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I`m tired of tellin` niggas over and over I won`t hesitate to pop or shank
Man I`m tired of tellin` niggas over and over they can hustle and I`m in your shit
Man I`m tired of tellin` niggas over and over you don`t listen you gon` get ya ass hit

[Outro]
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah


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Текст песни: 50 Cent - U Heard Me
(50 Cent)
Uh huh...yea
Verse 1
Shorty the Henny got me feeling right
Ya heard me?
My momma gone you could spend the night
Ya heard me?
I`m not playing I`m trying to fuck tonight
Ya heard me?
Clothes off face down ass up c`mon
Shorty you roll with the winners right
Ya heard me?
You see now me I got my money right
Ya heard me?
I`m tryin to teach you how to play, how the big boys play
When you come around my way
Ya heard me?
You see the Bentley got the 20 inch crome
Ya heard me?
You could get in but don`t touch the phone
Ya heard me?
Money come money go I know
But everytime I flow it`s mo money fa sho
Ya heard me?
In the street niggas sayin I`m nice
Ya heard me?
Watch flooded no more room for ice
Ya heard me?
Niggas be on tv struttin` hard
And in the hood the same niggas that be gettin` robbed
Ya heard me?
You might hear I get shot but I don`t get robbed
Cause me, I be on my jog
(Chorus)
You like it when I back that ass up on you?
(50 Cent)
Ooh, baby I like it, I like it
When I work that ass, that ass
(50 Cent)
Baby I like it, I like it when you put it on me I got a Kool-Aid smile
And baby I like it, I like it
(50 Cent)
Everytime we dance you make it worth my while
And I like it, I like it
Verse 2
Shorty if you wanna roll with some ballers and shot callers
I tryin make sure you hear meYa heard me?
We rap now we rollin and I`m holdin`
And I`m gonna make sure you hear me
Ya heard me?
I freak off with the video chicks
Ya heard me?
Sweatin` tracks out in back of the 6
Ya heard me?
MTV they gonna play my hits
Ya heard me?
Even though I`m real ghetto and shit
Ya heard me?
I got a g niggas shoot that ace
Ya heard me?
Your ass bettin` I`m gonna cut your face
Ya heard me?
Last thing I need is to catch a new case
I don`t know nothing about them high heads but I sell base
Ya heard me?
The city boys trying to kill a kid
Ya heard me?
Shot me up in front of my crib
Ya heard me?
He had the drop I couldn`t run from him
Shot in the hand trying to take the fucking gun from him
Ya heard me?
Little homie saying "50 you tough"
Ya heard me?
9 shots just wasn`t enough
Ya heard me?
(Chorus)
Verse 3
Nigga you best be commin` up with my cash
Ya heard me?
Don`t make me go and get the Gat out the stash
Ya heard me?
I`ll come back and pop one in your ass
Ya heard me?
Don`t play wit the money, no not with the money
Niggas get knocked when they start playing games
Ya heard me?
Stop telling the police my name
Ya heard me?
I don`t mind givin chicks them tips
Ya heard me?
They let me play with then tits and hips
Ya heard me?
When I come through they know I`m a thug
Out in Atlanta in the gentlemen`s club
Ya heard me?
I rap but I`m still selling them o`s
Ya heard me?My man Mike still pimpin` them hoes
Ya heard me?
He said if the hoe knew better she`d come do better
And make a pimp more chedder
Ya heard me?
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
50 make it crazy in the club
I`m speaking clearly so you can hear me
I come through niggas always show me love
I`m speaking clearly so y`all can hear me
Niggas want beef, y`all could see me in the street
I`m speaking clearly so you can hear me
But you better come correct, cause we move around with heat
I`m speaking clearly so y`all can hear me


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Текст песни: 50 Cent - Window Shopper
[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better

[Chorus]
Ja you`s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you`s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can`t buy
Joe you`s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you`s a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I`m filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I`ll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y`all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin` rollin` rollin`
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin` rollin` rollin`

[Chorus]
Ja you`s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you`s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can`t buy
Joe you`s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you`s a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watson, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at the magarane so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I`m holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus]
Ja you`s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you`s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can`t buy
Joe you`s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you`s a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by


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Текст песни: Tony Yayo - Eastside Westside
[Tony Yayo]
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit (uh-huh)
This that gangster shit (uh-huh)
This that rider shit

[Chorus: Tony Yayo]
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Down South niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I`M A GANGSTER!
I got killers on the Eastside.. and killers on the Westside
Southside niggaz they feel me
New York niggaz wanna kill me - CAUSE I`M A RIDER!

[Tony Yayo]
I`m in that black Jeep T with the earthquake tweeters
I ride through your hood and I shine like Jesus
These hoes be lovin you, pushin a vehicle
Picked her up in my BMW
760 in a Nautica color
When I`m rollin on mine ain`t no room for rubber
Tryin to push 800`s, they ain`t made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex
Yo I`m rich so I move in layers, hits make new careers
That`s why your bitch on my dick suckin pubic hairs
My gat is ready, my mac is ready
I got a three-five blow `em like Tackleberry
Yo I told y`all niggaz we would take it to the top
Now we gettin rich and the paper don`t stop
Half a mill` deal I signed with Reebok
Goin hardbody like a nigga in Comstock

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Mr. Telephone Man, the feds is tappin my line
Everytime I dial my connects numbers, for bricks all the time
Yo I got a Motorola, Sprint and NexTel
The feds got a hit when I`m makin my next sale - I`m hot
645 drop fresh off the lot
Stash hold a mac with a fridge in the back
I`m that bad bad wolf that`ll blow your house down
Three lil` piggies better hold your spots down
One house had bricks, the other had weed
And the third piggy spot, was full of that cheese
27 ki`s, that`s one point three-five
I`m rich nigga, but I still ride in that hoo-ride
Gold-plated AK`s, stupid guns
Like Qusay and Usay *, Saddam`s sons

[Chorus]


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Текст песни: Tony Yayo - Live By The Gun
[Intro]
What the fuck is the deal its the talk of New York Tony Yayo (G-G-G Unit)
Yeah, Yo word up man, its fucking cold out here man, my fucking toes is killin me man (its fucking brick)
i fucking been on the block all day man but u know i mean i gotta get this money run sleek snow......

[Verse 1]
Yo we project living
With plastic on the furniture,
Little niggaz coming up will
Fucking try to murda ya
The D`s not out so the coast is clear
But its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nena everybody got a vest
New York City is the arena of death
Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard
Seeing more d`s than a damn report card
Everybody rap now
Follow they dreams im a call my clientele man and
Sign all my fiends same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes
All day in the spot by a dirty stove trials keep me strong
Hope keep me happy, but im only human so these niggaz wanna clap me
The drug game over but theres money to make so niggaz clappin at niggaz
To raise the crime rate

[Chorus]
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet

[Verse 2]
Tthe rhymes u spit can embarass the city
Well my game bag names like paris and nikki
Load the semi im in the spot carving the crack
You stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back
New York City everything move fast little girls get
Pregnant throw they baby in the trash
China white wizzy movin quickly on the ave same coke
That got whitney in the re-hab
Up early in the morning cuz theres money to earn cuz the early bird
Be the one that catch the worm we nicks trieze twenties and dimes got my spot looking like a soul train
line
Fuck doin time, im trying to progress, get that money man nigga serve ur projects
Hustlin homie thats all i know in the summer time i can make the whole strip snow

[Chorus]
you can live by the gun or die by the bullet
niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it
material objects got the world crooked
in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit
snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
niggas thats ass stay with the full clip
guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit
so live by the gun or die by the bullet


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Текст песни: Lloyd Banks - Hands Up (Feat 50 Cent)
(Feat. 50 Cent)

Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up, put `em up
Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up, put `em up

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin` way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I`m good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain`t cruise to fame, this shit ain`t sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I`m puttin` something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em
up, put `em up We came to party)
You don`t tough talkin` at me you gon` leave outta the club with a star (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em
up, put `em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it`s all free fo` I leave I`ma buy out the bar (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up,
put `em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it`s on me I`m a G take a look at star (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up,
put `em up We came to party)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I`m soakin` it all up while your girl suckin` me
It mean the world to her, it`s nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I`m a rap star
Who wants to be ridin` around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain`t a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn`t buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I`m busy so I move a bit faster
You can`t tell me yes if I don`t ask ya
Haha I`m a bastard
Damn near showin` his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that`s it
Lights off and your body`s stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin` way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I`m good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain`t cruise to fame, this shit ain`t sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I`m puttin` something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em
up, put `em up We came to party)
You don`t tough talkin` at me you gon` leave outta the club with a star (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em
up, put `em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it`s all free fo` I leave I`ma buy out the bar (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up,
put `em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it`s on me I`m a G take a look at star (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up,
put `em up We came to party)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22`s on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don`t care who`s on the strip
It ain`t only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it`s 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It`s aight they can talk I`m amused by the pricks
I`m the news out the bricks nigga who`s hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got `em pissed
I ain`t a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain`t the same
They don`t see the faces they don`t see the chains
Like Ooo when you get `em they don`t know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don`t make me put in the battery

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin` way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I`m good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain`t cruise to fame, this shit ain`t sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I`m puttin` something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em
up, put `em up We came to party)
You don`t tough talkin` at me you gon` leave outta the club with a star (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em
up, put `em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it`s all free fo` I leave I`ma buy out the bar (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up,
put `em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it`s on me I`m a G take a look at star (Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up,
put `em up We came to party)

Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up, put `em up
Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up, put `em up
Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up, put `em up
Put `em up, put `em up, put `em up, put `em up


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