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50 Cent

Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, investor, and actor. He rose to fame with the release of his albums Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003) and The Massacre (2005). His album Get Rich or Die Tryin' has been certified eight times platinum by the RIAA. more »

Year:

2002

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(Chorus- Banks) 
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) 

(50 Cent) 
I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up 

(Lloyd Banks) 
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray 
See every now and then I smile just not today 
In my hood they let the choppers spray 
Somebody probably got shot today 
I named em pop when niggas surfboard 
You ain't stoppin me dawg 
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards 
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords 
You will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin ya sword 
I got tattoos as well as lead marks 
To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start 
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC 
Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts 
Beef, you a target 
Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin won't be the only one the carpet 
Man you want to play wit a ringer? 
I ain't a peoples person 
I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (f*ck you) 
Even though I got the shit in the stores 
I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes 
Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws 
Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids 
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids 
I'm blowin on damn haze 
All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait 
If you ain't up on thangs 
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game 
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow 
I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw 
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro 
I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll 
Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the meanings is wit me 
Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney 
You only spend time at the mall 
On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea) 

(Chorus- Banks) 
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) 
That's what's up 

(50 Cent) 
Keep thinkin I'm candy 
ain't nuttin sweet about me 
Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me 
Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make 
Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake 

I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor 
They say "God bless the child that could hold his own" 
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome 
Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make 
I got a ruger on my hip 
You ain't gotta like or love me but you gone respect me 
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin 
Look homie I'm down for that day-time action 
Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home 
Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea) 

(Chorus- Banks) 
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) 

(Tony Yayo) 
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy 
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy 
And even though the kid rappin 
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon 
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on 
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on 
Don't get moved on 
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts 
Then breeze through ya projects 
When the coke come back 
It's the China White 
And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice 
Let's ride O T 
And burn the tape 
I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank 
Since Yayo be a fearless man 
I donate my heart to them niggas that ran 
And, those niggas in the hood don't want to see me famous 
They rather see my moms make funeral arangements 
I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks 
I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed 
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time 
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times 
Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas 
Prepare for class 
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that 
Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps 

(Banks) 
Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga 
G-Unit nigga 
We about to gorrilla this industry man 
y'all niggas better know 
y'all niggas better fear us nigga 
Word to my mother nigga 
F*ck y'all niggas want to do 
1 2 4 nigga G-Unit 
50 Cent 
Tony Yayo 
Lloyd Banks nigga 
Bllllatttt

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