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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - Wanksta

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It’s 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain’t got tyme to waste
Let’s make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin’
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin’
You ain’t a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain’t no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I’ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush ‘em everytime, punch ‘em with every nine
I’m fuckin with they mind
I make ‘em press rewind
They know they can’t shine if I’m around the rhyme
Been on Paroza’s, 94 cuz I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D’s ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin’
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin’
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain’t got nuttin

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest phonetta, when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I’ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I’m livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain’t gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin’ the same ol’ two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don’t go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Me I’m no monsta, me I’m no gangsta
Me I’m no hitman, me I’m jus me, me
Me I’m no wanksta, me I’m no acta
But it’s me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I’m gettin’ what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I’m gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd’ 50, how?
We ridin ’round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK’s and AR 15’s?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[Chorus 2X]

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - Straight To The Bank

I’M LAUGHIN STRAIGHT TO THE BANK WITH THIS

[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 Lambo maggot, my 44 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 K’s
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 man

[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

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - So Seductive

[TONY YAYO:]
Aww nigga do you know what this is
One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!)
Aww nigga do you know who you with
It’s tony yayo up in this bitch
Got them german lugers with them hollow tips
two shot rugers with an extra clip

[50 CENT:]
50 cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way ot to flip them bricks
In that big body benz you know its a 6
Got your bitch on my dick i stack them chips
And a flashy as a fuck my jewels is sick
From a block away you can see the kid
Dont front mothafucka you know my style
I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal
On the low shorty gotta thing for the kid
And you know im fittin to take her back to the crib
Here we go imma show her how a playa live
At the door i tell her to take her clothes off…shit

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[TONY YAYO:]
I put the g in g-unit baby i got game
Heady bo good to go and i dont know your name
Is it the wheels on the hot car meals from the shark bar
Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star
Ladies tell the truth you know im cute
But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe
Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off
We goin to the telly and you gettin popped off
I cant stop thinkin of the things you do
When your freakin me and im freakin you
I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare
Baby let me fly you in my leer
Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby
Its past my curfew but parole don’t know
Tear up the club dont call my p.o.

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[TONY YAYO:]
My waves be spinnin my charm be amazing women
You know them black and them white and the asian women
Lets cut the small talk you know why i approached you
I can’t stand when a dime act anti-social
Gucci,lip gloss,louis vutton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost an arm
Yayos a don my car european
You got mirrors in your benz cause i can see me in um
Listen i piss out cris inhale haze
In the Marriot gettin laid all day
Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue
Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum
I need groupie love the coupe on dubs
Im in this club with a tre pound star
Dont blame it on dave that I’m all iced out
Cause 50 got me rich so the bar priced down

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - P.I.M.P.
(Chorus)
I don’t know what you heard about me
But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Repeat)

(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I’m from New York
I ain’t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I’m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can’t see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I’m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I’m a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I’m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I’m the one you should call
I’ll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve’em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain’t bout shit
I’m your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I’m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I’m done I ain’t gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it’s secret, but you ain’t gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I’ll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I’ll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain’t paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

(Chorus)

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there’s no b’ness like show b’ness
In the hood they say, there’s no b’ness like hoe b’ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain’t got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - Piggy Bank

Chorus
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank

[Hook]
I’ll get at you
my knife cut ya skin
I’ll get at you
blow shots at ya man
I’ll get at you
2pac dont pretend
I’ll get at you
I’ll put that to an end

Verse 1:
That shit is old, dont 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 9
ill clap yo monkey ass,yea black on black crime.
Big ol’ chrome rims gleam, you know why I shine
C’mon man, you know how I shine.
Im in the hood, in the drop, teflon vinyl top
got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I dont hear no shots?
that fat nigga thought “Lean Back” was “in the club”,
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud.
Jada don’t fuck wit me if u wanna eat,
cause I’ll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep.
Yea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals,
but thats only in New York dog, yo ass is local.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money

Verse 2:
Banks’ shit sells, Buck’s shit sells, Game shit sells,
Im rich as hell.
Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell,
he dont want it wit me, he in PC.
I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank,
for just a few pennies out my piggy bank.
Yayo, bring the condoms, im in room 203
freak bitch look like kim, before the surgery
its an emergency, on Michael Jackson, see
you’ll pitch her and say she looks like me,
Kelis say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm.
Im way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz,
First thing they say about u, you’s a sucka for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots,
After ya next move, I’ll give ya what I got. (YEEAH)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Hook 2]
I’ll get at you
I puch out your grill
I’ll get at you
Let out that blue steel
I’ll get at you
Nigga I’am fo’ real
I’ll get at you
Get your ass killed

YEAH YEAAA! HAHAHA, Yall niggas gotta do somethin now man
all the shoot em up shit yall be talkin
you gotta do somethin baby!
I mean, i mean cmon man..everybody’s listenin
nigga, everybody listenin!
hahahaha, I know you aint gonna let 50 do you like that
i mean, damn, rep yo hood nigga
nigga you hard, right?
pop off
Yayo, get Mobs & them niggas on the phone tell them niggas i said to clip up,
niggas got a green light on these mufuckas.. hahahahaha

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - Outta Control Ft. Mobb Deep Remix

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

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - Outta Control

Yea
Shady……….
Aftermath

I guess you didn’t kno’
I’d b back fo mo’
Everbody’s on da flo’
Goin, Goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off

Verse 1
Sick wit it, walk wit it, get wit it whaaa
In da club I get it goin, goin, uhhhh
Juss move it to da music, it’s on
Da sound of 50 and D.R.E.
Everythings calculated in time precise
anotha move, anotha mill, let’s get rite aiight
Success is my drug of choice, I’m high off life
I’m feelin lucky enuff to bet it all on a dice
Shorty do wachu wanna do, hit da dance floor
Move how you wanna move, later on, we can cruise
if you wanna cruise, it’s whateva you want
The fact is I got more than I flaunt.

Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off

Verse 2
System thumpin, dance floor jumpin
We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin
Dat’s wachu get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, V.I.P. no I.D.
Bottles of D.P., I do it real B.I.G.
Bitches break their neck to be where I be
Take em to extacy without extacy
I’mma cheff, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antidote, it in the drums and the notes
Can you feel it, Em said fo me to make you feel it
Remind you dat you rockin wit the realest

Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off

Verse 3
I’m hot boy, I’m burnin up
I do muh thang in da club wit da burna tucked
Till da speakers all blown, we gon turn it up
And do dat damn thang, yeah do that man
Shorty hit me high, then hit me low
Get da poppin n shakin dat thang on da flo’
A lil dose of it, now I want sum mo’
Nobody threw that thang on me like dat befo’
I’ll be a fiend fo it, it’s da way you move
But I ain’t payin fo it, cuz I ain’t no fool
If you okay wit it, tonight I stay wit it
Hit da club, play wit it, in a major did it

Chorus:
I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Dance floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - My Hood

[Verse 1]
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don’t want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
Spray, there ain’t a shell left in my heat
Ya’ll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain’t gon’ make it
You niggas gon’ get layed out in blood and ya brains out
Have you on the concrete, shiverin’ and shakin’
I’m from Southside mothafucka, where them gats explode
If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
niggas’ll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jumpin, shorty bouncin’ that ass
I won’t fuck, gimme a second, I’ma holla, I’ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don’t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro’, a lil hennessy, and niggas just don’t know how to hate
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin’ around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 2]
I don’t trust a muthafuckin’ soul when the D’s come they fold
On my first case they told, where I’m from it ain’t safe
To have more than an eighth, niggas’ll come to your place
Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
Co-operate or Doc will have to op-erate, niggas will pop at you
Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin, you’ll have to catch ‘em and murk ‘em
I’m observant in my hood, cuz niggas be dumbin’
Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is ‘em runnin’
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I’m a hustler, how the fuck I’m supposed to eat when its hot

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don’t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro’, a lil hennessy, and niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin’ around to buck back
In my hood

[Verse 3]
That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
Well thats what you get for stuntin’ on my block show off
Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin’
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin’
Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin’ a whippin’
Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
Peep the fiends, shootin’ diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin’ on that black DeNali
The grimey niggas where I’m from, don’t wanna see you chipped up
You shine, they gon’ chuck you and shoot your whip up
It ain’t good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
You know not to do good now Nigga

[Chorus]
In my hood
niggas got love for me, but I don’t go no where without my strap
In my hood
A lil dro’, a lil hennessy, and niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood
niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
In my hood
niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin’ around to buck back
In my hood

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - Many Men

[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I’m hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what’s taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come

[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can’t see
I’m trying to be what I’m destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon’ see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
‘Cause I’ll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain’t dead
I’m the diamond in the dirt, that ain’t been found
I’m the underground king and I ain’t been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I’m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I’ve been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go’head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain’t over

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Sunny days wouldn’t be special, if it wasn’t for rain
Joy wouldn’t feel so good, if it wasn’t for pain
Death gotta be easy, ’cause life is hard
It’ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don’t see only god can judge me, ’cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I’m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Every night I talk to god, but he don’t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch done, put a hex on me
The feds didn’t know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain’t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can’t read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Hommo shot me three weeks later he got shot down
Now it’s clear that I’m here, for a real reason
‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain’t fucking breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don’t cry no more
Don’t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - Just A Lil’ Bit

Yeah… Shady….Aftermath.. G-Unit

Damn baby all I need is a lil’ bit…
A lil bit o’ dis a lil bit o’ dat…
Get crackin’ in the club when you hear the shit..
Drop it like it’s hot when you’re workin’ that back….
Girl shake that thing yeah work that thing,
Let me see it go up and down…
Rotate that thing, I wanna touch that thing when you make it go round and round…
I step up in the club I’m like who you with
G-Unit in the house yeah that’s my clique
Yeah I’m young but a nigga from the old school,
On a dance floor nigga doing old moves…
I don’t give a fuck I do what I wanna do,
I hit your ass up boy I done warned you,
Better listen when I talk nigga don’t trip,
Your heat in the club, mine’s in this bitch,
I ain’t tryin’ to beef I’m tryin’ to get my drink on.
I got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on..
I’m gonna kick it at the bar til it’s time to go,
Then I’m gonna get shorty here and I’m gonna let her know…

[chorus]

All a nigga really need is a lil bit,
not a lot baby girl just a lil bit..
we can head to the crib in a lil bit..
I can show you how I live in a lil bit,
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take ‘em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit…
get to lickin’ and fuckin a lil bit…

[verse 2]

This is 50 comin’ out your stereo..
Hard to tell tho cuz I switch the flow,
Eyes a little low cuz I twist tha dro
Pockets on swoll cuz I move the o’s..
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get your bitch she on me dawg,
She must a heard about the dough,
Now captain c’mon and save a hoe.

I get crunk in the club I’m off the chain
#1 on the chart all the time mayne
When the kid in the house I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed that’s without a doubt
Shorty shake that thing like a pro mayne
She back dat up on me I’m like oh man
I get close enough to her so I know she could hear
Since I’m jumpin’ party’s jumpin I say it loud and clear.

[chorus]

All a nigga really need is a lil bit,
not a lot baby girl just a lil bit..
we can head to the crib in a lil bit..
I can show you how I live in a lil bit,
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take ‘em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit…
get to lickin’ and fuckin a lil bit…

[bridge]

You really got me feelin’ right.. (ya heard me)
My mama gone you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain’t playin’ I’m tryin’ to fuck tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, ass up, c’mon (haha).

[chorus 2x]

All a nigga really need is a lil bit,
not a lot baby girl just a lil bit..
we can head to the crib in a lil bit..
I can show you how I live in a lil bit,
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit,
take ‘em off pull em down just a lil bit,
get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit…
get to lickin’ and fuckin a lil bit…

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - I Get Money

Letra de la cancion “I Get Money” de 50 Cent

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Verse 1:

I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it;
for billions, what the f**k?
have a baby by me; baby
be a millionaire
i write the check before the baby comes,
who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside\’s up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
i used to sell dope
i did play the block
now i play on boats
in the south of France
baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I\’m already that
gangsta, get a gat
hit a head in a hat
call that a riddle rap
shit, f**k the chitter chat
I\’m the baker, i bake the bread
the barber, i cut ya head
the marksman, i spray the lead
\”I blood clot, chop ya leg\”
do not f**k with the kid
i get biz wit the cigg
i come where you live
ya dig?

Chorus:

I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Verse 2:

You can call this my new shit
but it aint new tho
i got rid of my old bitch
now i got new hoes
first is was the Benzo
now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
they call me the cake man
the strawberry shake man
i spray the AR
make your whole click breakdance
backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
\”who wan get it crackin?!\”
[I Get Money lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

i was young, i couldnt do good
now i cant do bad
i ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
i come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
bling like BLAOW
you like my style
ha ha im headin to the bank right now

Chorus:

I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
like a teflon Don, but i run New York
when i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
i keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
in the hood if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
round the world if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
im on my grind,
money I got, money is got
like all the time,
I get money, money is got
tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
ill cock my 9
dont get outta line,
money I got, money is got
i said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - In Da Club

[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go, shorty
It’s your birthday
We gon’ party like it’s your birthday
We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s your birthday
And you know we don’t give a fuck
cause it’s not your birthday!

[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami i got the X ,if you into takin drugs
Im into havin sex i aint into makin love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it’s 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain’t nothing change hoes down, G’s up
I see Xzibit in the Cut that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you’ll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp(Im ight)
In the hood, In L.A, they saying “50 you hot”
They like me, I want them to love me like they love ‘Pac
But holla in New York them niggas’ll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I’m full of focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I’m still on the grind
Now shorty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look nigga i done came up and i ain’t change.

[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you’d be happy I made it
I’m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my jaws get to bumpin in the club it’s on
I wink my eye at you bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain’t concerned
I’m a tell you what Banks told me cause go ‘head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let ‘em hate
and watch the money pile up
Or we go upside they head wit a bottle of bub
They know where we fuckin’ be

[Chorus (2x)]

[Talking]
[Laughing] Don’t try to act like you ain’t know where we been either nigga, but i lo chupe a junior yeah
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent - Hustla’s Ambition

(Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won’t burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
you know, its very 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 trait old handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino when we 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 the find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I’m tryin to gett 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 to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don’t know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black thoughts 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 C’s in their weed shit
Send me to C’s hot grown with they need
Them ain’t cheap 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 poke and butter
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man

[Chorus]
I want the find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I’m tryin to gett 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 to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[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 B’s to clean V’s
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’ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holi tip 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]
I want the find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I’m tryin to gett 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 to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

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Letra de la cancion Video 50 Cent - How We Do

this is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
this is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

[Verse I - Game]
Fresh like uhhh Impala, unnh
Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don’t want, none
Nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I’ll pop that, drum
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
if a nigga steps on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin “Unnnh”
Buck pass tha blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I’m bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I’ll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga pull a stunt

[Verse II - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
Low pro so look like I’m riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga’s so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I’m rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I’m no good
Cuz I’m so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon’ get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I’m from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I’m just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

[Hook]

[Verse III - Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it’s like I’m ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I’m rockin with the best fo’ pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)

[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came ‘n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck ‘em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt ‘n ya done
Homie, it’s Game time
[Game]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, cunt
It took two, months
But 50 got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggaz like, “huh?”
Don’t try to front
I’ll leave yo’ ass, slumped
Thinkin I’m a punk
Get your fuckin head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
[50 Cent]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I’m a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin’ to front on my clique (G-Unit!)11:52 p.m. 31/07/2007

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Letra de la cancion 50 Cent feat Olivia - Candy Shop

[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 my dick
Go ‘head girl, don’t you stop
Keep goin ’til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I’ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one suck the wad I got
I’ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ’til you hit the spot (whoa)

[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
Tei’m horny, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a underwear
I’ll break it down for you now, baby it’s simple
If you be a hoe I’ll be a hoe
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 seasoned fit when it come to this shit
After you work 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 winds
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]
[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 goin ’til you hit the spot (whoa)
[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 (whoa)