[50 Cent talking]

[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin' yours? thats fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine

[50 Cent]
I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' shit
I'm not the nation's new Malcolm X, but I'm militant
What, I'm supposed to be scared cause you got a big chest?
My four fifth will lift you and your motherfuckin' bench press
Why you screamin' war senseless, I'm tryin' to spaz
Swing my knife, tore break it off in yo ass
Niggas get hugged up in the huddle, I know how to clear 'em out
Four fifth, four shots, that'll fuckin' air 'em out
In the hood niggas love me cause I keep it real
G-Unit niggas, they gon' always make bail
Whether it's two G's or twenty G's
Whether or not wit two pieces or two keys
Bitch please, get on ya knees you can lick these balls
I'm not that nigga that you striptease for
You gotta a problem or anger nigga to call
Cause I'm out like a pimp and a trick, bitch!

[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine
You ain't get yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine

[50 Cent talks till end]

feat. Mobb Deep

[Intro: Havoc] (50 Cent)
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (Ha Ha)
We can't be touched nigga can't you see (G-Unit!!!)

[50 Cent]:
You do you man cause me I'm 'gon do my thang (You know I do my thang)
I'm a get my drink on and party like it's ok

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Trust me man it's ok bounce with me in slow mo
When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no
50 got 'em locin again, they open again
Got 'em sippin on that juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin that backwood
Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin
Now I'm a tell you What Em told me homey
Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown folk music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down
It's always off the chain man when I'm around
I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough
I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow
You know it's sold out, like wherever I go
I jam packed the show man that's fo' sho'
I got the info you already know
Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 2: Havoc]
You wanna search me than search me but hurry up cause I'm thirsty
I need that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin
In club today for the chick to go both, ways let me see that ID just for proof
With the drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn
Before it pop, make me sign a disclaimer
Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks will frame ya
But, in any event, keep fuckin with 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the hoes wanna holla
But you lookin at a nigga that done came from the squalla
Now my buddy so gone I can pop ya collar
Now follow same nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new problem
In the club feed them liquor of the wise I'm starvin
So much green gettin twisted like Botanical Garden, let's go

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

[Verse 3: Prodigy]
You already know how it go I bang I shine
I play I stay I'm goin for mine
I'm young I'm black I'm rich and yes
I'm ghetto than the motherfuckin project steps
I'm cool I'm calm you lookin real stressed
I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold your head
I'm known for Gat poppin, when I got problems
I don't run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to start no drama
We just lookin for our future baby mamas
With money with face with style and body
I cook I clean I swear that mami
Just as long as you don't go off and tell nobody
I go down low, I'm lyin I'm tryin my best to let you know
Sugar pop get at P The Doc beat make it easy to get 'em in the bed sheets

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playin turn the music up a little bit, bounce with me now homey let's get into it

feat. Olivia

[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]

[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 2x]

feat. Mobb Deep

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
yeah.
(look out)
I'm sitting on some chains
Big things, big diamond rings
MOP, man you know what we 'bout
So if you wanna roll, baby come on and roll
And if not, bitch please (look out)
I tear you from the rip, see me I'm 'bout to grip
to find things that's what I'm about
So if you wanna roll, baby come on and roll
And if not, bitch please (look out)

[Havoc:]
Shawty I got some thangs
but do you got some thangs too?
Pretend the table is you, able what I'm talkin' bout
and if i caught a case would you be on the case
you couldn't handle plays, bitch (look out)
you know Havoc, a bundled paper stuffed inside, nigga
to built me a mini mansion the size of an octopus
and the crib sittin' on stilts, take off the Stilettos
get me to hug you from the cold, the ife and the pizzle
I hit it up on wedge you, my schedule just won't permit it
I visit the gangsta town, but enough is commited
Might see me with another, don't go start trippin'
you my classic edition, one I got runnin' my kitchens
See it's about the pop and when it finally pop
would you complain, or just shut your mouth
oh yeah it's gon' pop so baby play your part
and get a cup of jealousy bitch

[Chorus]

[Prodigy:]
My money ain't nothin', Jada you ain't fuckin'
See that's the fine print you need to understand, cousin
See I was sure he'd die for having game I
A tape rollin' for 50, cause he the boss I
can't front, its gon' take some time to get used to
all this cash, yeah it's feelin' beautiful
the ladies on the key, they let a nigga live
Get ready for the rip session at the Sheridan
I got her smokin' weed, I got her drinkin' vin
Say, Nas yes you don't do none of that there
I turn your woman out, then I turn around and drop em off like 'good'.
Man we done stepped it up and we done found a home
for all this gangsta shit, for all this fuckin' dope
man this is my dream, this is how it's supposed to be
shawty climb aboard, if not (look out)

[Chorus]

feat. Tony Yayo

[chorus - 50 Cent]
The walls have ears lil' nigga, I run New York,
Even when I ain't there lil' nigga, I run New York,
I said the walls have ears lil' nigga, I hear when you talk,
Let's get this shit clear lil' nigga, I run New York

[verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I wake up, stare at the ceilin',
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin',
I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers,
It's a habit I'm always prepared for war,
See my life's like some shit, you seen in a flick,
Bitches act like pornstars when they sit on a dick,
When I was hit and out the game I said "one more flick",
Test my aim in the range I'm like "one more clip",
It's my brain, I'm insane, I be on some shit,
Man I run Interscope, Jada's tryna annoy me,
Nuthin' but another disgruntled employee,
He been in the game ten years and he still ain't rich,
Even his mama upset that he still ain't shit,
And he keep runnin his yap, like I'ma take all that,
One more word out his mouth I'll push Style's shit back,
See the nozzle on my tre pound is three inches long,
And the trigger on the fo' fo's extremly strong,
With a little tre douche is like pop, pop,
Chase his ass up the block til his bitch ass drop,
And the verses he be kickin' none of 'em hot,
Cos he ain't got none of that shit he says he got,
And he ain't did none of that shit he said he did,
And I ain't got time to be talkin 'bout this shit, (fuckin' faggot)

[chorus - 50 Cent]
I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York,
Yeah I live in CC lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I don't go to parties lil' nigga, but I run New York,
And I stay gettin Cs lil' nigga, cos I run New York
(Yayo, tell 'em I run New York)

[verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
My gun is longer than yours, nigga, call your recouster,
Locks made more money than them thin tiny suits,
The game around south, drugs and rappin,
Jada fuckin punchlines, my serp went platinum,
Style's and C Loot's went double plastic,
Yayo, Buck and Banks was puttin out classics,
A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die,
Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he afraid to fly,
Automatic mossberg, who want a piece of this punk,
I had Ja Rule buryed and some high heel punk,
Feds stuck in a bullet-proof, man fuck that,
Homie, shoot up my whip, you only leave a scratch,
Yo, I slip cocaine, in your hotel lobby,
And beat you wit my pistol like Kane did Charlie,
It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O.,
My whole clique, gotto,my Os on the fly hole,
C4s, we fly on linz,
And my rocks lookin like, Flex likes yo' benz,

[chorus - 50 Cent]
When I'm down in DC lil' nigga, I tell 'em, I run New York,
When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York,
When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess what, I run New York,
I'm in NC niggaz holla at the moon, cos I run New York,
(Yayo tell 'em I run New York)

[50 Cent talking]
Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch my bottle up and roll him somewhere, [laughing] D.Y. wanna talk to me, wanna tell
me what's goin on. Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the
nigga I said get out the mil for a second let me talk to him. Puffy da only nigga a muthafucka pops, tell him I won't buy the nigga Jadakiss pokes. Nigga
still ain't a coupe. Ah, nigga, you in da way. You owe money nigga, aw man, now why you make me put yo' business in da street. Now niggaz know you ain't
shit, damn! I see yo' punk ass in da paper, cos you ain't returnin them jewels you borrowed, you better give 'em back, you dirty nigga. Ain't none of that
shit you be wearin yours. [laughing] We coulda kept this secret, nigga. These niggaz I'm supposed to beef wit. Aw man, this fight is fixed, you been set
up, [laughing] that's what he gonna say, "they set me up, man." I ain't even go through that

[Intro]
Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies
When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit

[Verse 1:]
I'm in my Labo maggot, my fo' fo' faggot
Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget
See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
My teflon arm brought my government issues
I'll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon huggin that skitzo
Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got fo' fifths and bananas on the case
And got more whips than a runaway slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne

[Chorus:]
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin

[Verse 2:]
I see nothin but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
Got it off the street movin bundles and loads
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
No more platinum I'm wearin gold
I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto'
Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo'
Stashbox by the dashbox incase they want war
Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I'm the general salute me soldier

[Chorus:]
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I'm laughin

[Outro:]
Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
It's like a bank job I'm rentin them out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know that

[Verse 1]
Doin good in front of niggas in the hood cause problems
Tre, trade pounds and (?)
I hate when hoes get on some loudmouth shit
Your man gangsta? Me too
Go on and get em bitch
I just bought new toast to spit
Next nigga gettin gully gettin laid out quick
Where ever rich touchin niggas is gettin hurt
Cause a broke nigga always down to put it in work
Don't run up on me, I don't know you nigga
So what you bought my cd, I don't owe you nigga
I know you love the way the goutti beat bump
Got you license plate rounds and all over your trunk
Don't confuse these trucks with my style dog
I'm from Queens but I'm mother fuckin B.K. hard
I sound like I move bricks uptown
More like a thug from the Bronx who stay with a 4 pound
Shook nigga (shook nigga, shook nigga)
I'm a Guiness Book nigga

[Chorus 2x]
We don't play that pussy shit round here
You can get your fuckin wig split down here
Don't rep where you come from too much around here
You can get your fuckin cap filt

[Verse 2]
If I can't get my gun in the club, why whould I come in the club
So them niggas I done stuck up could cut me he fuck up, nah
I'm outside to jump off in a benz jeep
4 deep strapped with all kinds of heat
Niggas think they want beef
They don't want beef
They find from somebody that love playin in the street
When you rap, keep it gangsta dog it's all good
Just don't go coppin that shyt in the wrong hood
But I'm from the young boy, come and try ya nigga
Shell will make ya feel like your on fire nigga
If you thinkin we thristy cuz, we right
We lookin at your watch and chain like that's a S-type
Murder sayin don't play 50 in the club
Last time it came nigga tore the shyt up (what)
I don't where you from and I don't care
But nigga we don't play that pussy shit round here

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
(Spanish talkin)
No ingles, No ingles, mother fuckers will shoot ya
The Latin Kings don't like me, I don't care
We don't talk that mida mida bullshit round here
Man, I done so much dirt in the hood
Niggas heard I got shot they was all sayin good (do it for em)
Fuck ya'll, ya aint got to like me
I'm gettin knocked,ya'll nigga aint got to like me
I'm on the same bullshit I been on
It's the same bullshit ya niggas need to get on
Ya shit sound too commercial
Come cruisin through the hood mother fuckers will hurt ya
You shouldn't them flash jewels
Cause niggas will run up on ya if thats true
They want your money, the watch, and you tenis shos
I aint gotta tell ya not to move
Ya know the rules