DRAMA

[bbbooom]

ya know i figured cuz everyone else is postin bullshit id post some

[fineones]

Originally posted by curreri13

your in some shit now............. and by the way.....why did your girl dump u for who was it ...i think FINE or somthing like that.......... :laugh:

is this me...what are u talking about

[ghhhhhost]

yo this kid is like a buck fifty drenched.....

and im bettin hes like 17

[ladyshady]

Originally posted by lulamishka

ladyshady, i dunno why you have such a jaded view of yourself, but i think you're BEAUTIFUL!

--just thought i'd insert my $0.02 in the midst of all the drama--

i dont really know either, im trying to work on that

but thank you hun!

[ghhhhhost]

Originally posted by fineones

is this me...what are u talking about

oh shit i think he's talkin about me.... :laugh:

[bbbooom]

[50 Cent]

G-Unit (bo!) We in here (bo!)

We can get the drama poppin we don't care (bo! bo! bo!)

It's going down (bo!) Cause I'm around (bo!)

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, gangstaaah?

[Verse One]

They say I walk around like got a 'S' on my chest

Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest

I try not to say nothin the D.A., 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 gettin money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya

I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.

I'm the type to kill your connect when the coke price rise

Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me

I grew up around some niggaz that's not my homies

Hundred G's I stash it (what) 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 pickin out your casket, bastard

I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle

Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

[Chorus] - (first time w/o first line)

[bridge]

We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that

(G-Unit) We don't play around

[Verse Twi]

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder

When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?

When the fifth 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

Any chick I fuck with is a dime

I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own

Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone

Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin I won't touch ya

I'll have your ass usin a wheelchair, cane or crutches

Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us

Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers

[Chorus]

[bridge] - repeat 4X

[fineones]

:laugh: this fucking kidd...you know you have a good diss..when nobody knows who the fuck ur talking about :laugh:

[ghhhhhost]

i dont think hes mastered the art of quotations on CP yet

[bbbooom]

Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?

I, I owe you for this one

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)

You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)

If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)

If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

[50 Cent]

I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead

Destination heaven

Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven

The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined

Shit I ain't even got to try to shine

God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain

I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame

Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook

Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan

Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source'll quote it

When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it

I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?

I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter?

In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel

Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut

If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again

These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[Eminem]

If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin

Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm

Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save you

It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above

They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it

Shit basically they just playin sick

They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty

A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me

And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me?

Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you

When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu

You get the messege? Am I gettin through to you?

You know what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you?

Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot

Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?

You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot

The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not

It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot

You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot

Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot

Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot

Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers

Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours

Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers

There's nothin spookier

Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

If the gun spark I'll hear all of the shots go off

It's fifty, they say it's fifty

See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off

It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty

Don't holla my name

You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house

And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth

Cause I'll break yo face

Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake

You goin ‘gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya

Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers

I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper

The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper

Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey

I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey

I'm down to sell records but not my soul

Snoop said this in ninety four, “We don't love them hoesâ€

I got pennies for my thoughts now I'm rich

See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six

Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes

They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[bbbooom]

[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!

[intro: 50 Cent - singing]

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 niggaz trying to take my life away

I put a hole in 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 'pon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

[Verse One]

Now these pussy niggaz 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 waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

[Chorus - singing]

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death 'pon 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

[Verse Two]

Some 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 niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars

For the niggaz 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 niggaz ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

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, niggaz keep pulling techs on me

Psych says some bitch dumb, 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

Almost 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

[Chorus]

[bbbooom]

[50 Cent]

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Go shawty, 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 it's not your birthday!

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

Look mami I got the X if you into takin drugs

I'm into havin sex, I ain't into makin love

So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin rubbed

[Verse One]

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs

When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club

Niggaz 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 nuttin changed hoes down, G's up

I see Xzibit in the cut - hey nigga roll that weed up

If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a player or pimp

Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp (I'm aight)

In the hood, in L.A. they sayin "50 you hot"

They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac

But holla in New York them niggaz'll tell ya I'm loco

And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind

Got a mill' out the deal and I'm still on the grind

Now shawty said she feelin my style, she feelin my flow

Her girlfriend willin to get bi and they ready to go (o-kay!)

[Chorus]

[bridge: sing-song]

My flow, my show brought me the dough

That bought me all my fancy things

My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels

Look nigga I done came up, and I ain't changed

[Verse Two]

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 toastin to the good life

You that faggot-ass nigga tryin to pull me back right?

When my joint get to pumpin in the club it's on

I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone

If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn

If you talkin about money homie, I ain't concerned

I'ma tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up

If the niggaz hate then let 'em hate then watch the money pile up

Or we go upside your head wit a bottle of bub'

They know where we fuckin be

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither nigga

We in the club all the time nigga, it's about to pop off nigga

G-Unit

[bbbooom]

(Chorus)

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris

Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit

Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit

I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate

Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit

And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit

I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

(Verse 1)

Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell'em HOLD up,

You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking

In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo

Hiiigh as a motherfucker

I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef

Man you better holla at me

Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up

Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood

I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls

Daddy need new shoes

Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s

Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone

Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone

2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny

The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis

They was just harassing me cause they know who I was

Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

Now if you heard I done started some shit

It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)

And if you heard I done let off a clip

It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)

But I- twist that la, la, la, la

I get high as I wanna nigga

Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga

I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef

Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish

If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man

I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans

Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me

If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"

There's no competition, it's just me,

50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets

If David could go against Goliath with a stone

I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines

And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines

You don't want me to be your kid's role model

I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows

Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot

Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot

Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace

Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog

My team they depend on me when it's crunch time

I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime

You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully

See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully

I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me

Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money

I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good

I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

(Chorus)

G-Unit, are you ready

G-Unit, are you ready

G-Unit, are you ready

Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come

[bbbooom]

(Skit)

"Aye you want some of this shit"

"Naw, I don't want that shit"

"I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit"

"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"

"Man SHUT the fuck up"

"Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down"

"You see that brick house right there"

"That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"

"I'ma get in the other car"

"Aight" {*a car revs up*}

{*gunshots*}

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin

To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)

There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it

When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)

I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught

The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court

I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin

Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,

homie I ain't playin

[50 Cent]

Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped

And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box

In the hood summer time is the killing season

It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason

I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin

Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin

When they window roll down and that A.K. come out

You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out

And you can run for ya back-up

But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up

God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that

We reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked

I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck

Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood

Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good

If you was smart you'd be shook of me

Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look

for me

(Chorus)

[50 Cent]

My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you

Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you

Nigga you know the streets talk

So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks

I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out

If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out

See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself

Locked up I was in a box by myself

I done made myself a millionaire by myself

Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help

I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood

But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good

With a pistol I define the definition of pain

If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain

Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same

Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game

See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains

Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains

(Chorus)

[50 Cent]

After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)

If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)

All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)

Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre

You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker

Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga

Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga

Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga

But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion

Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

[bbbooom]

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done

Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop

I'ma take it to the top

Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop

Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta

Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes

Now 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines

Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cause I got mine

And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine

You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk

After bein hit by the pump, is that what you want?

Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out

Be-lieve me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta

You could find a nigga sittin on chrome

Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yea!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent] + (Dr. Dre)

I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack 'em

You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap 'em

React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin

Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"

OH NO look who crept in with the FO'FO'

20 inch rims sittin on LOW-PRO

Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW, I'm LO-CO

Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"

Niggaz dont rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain

G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood

G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?

I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act

I had a sip of too much jack, I'll blow 'em off the map

With the mack, thinkin it's all rap

Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"

(It's a wrap, nigga)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

I been feelin I have to teach lessons to slow learners

Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner

I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty

I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?

When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines

Get locked up, they read books to pass the time

In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind

Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind

They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine

This is +God's Plan+ homey, this aint mine

I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance

And Grandma; who always gotta throw her two cents

I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers

Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features

I am whut I am, you could like it or love it

It feels good to pull 50 grand and think nothin of it

Fuck it

[Hook] - repeat 2X

Uh huh, hood make it hot

Dr. Dre, Aftermath

Shady, ha ha

[bbbooom]

[50 Cent]

G-Unit, UTP

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP

G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked

[50 Cent]

50 Cent, that's my name

Man I ain't fuckin' playin'

I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)

Come off, now watch your chain

Fo' I blow out your brains

Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)

See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt

For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out)

Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid

That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)

Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip

Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)

When witnesses around, they know how we get down

So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn)

My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain

Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)

I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game

Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at)

[Chorus] 2x

I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped

Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though

I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks

Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though

[Young Buck]

I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me

Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida')

I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn

I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)

When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up

Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)

Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's

You better stay in line bro' (in line bro')

Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it

I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro')

Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum

And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for)

I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished

Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us)

And I admit it, I live it

I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa'

[Chorus] 2x

[50 Cent]

My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin'

And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey)

They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit

I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)

When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down

I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)

If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run

My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)

But if you get away and come back another day

My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)

Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay

And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn)

Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head

I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn)

Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand

You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn)

[Chorus] 2x

[bbbooom]

Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)

Ha ha...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

It's easy to see when you look at me

If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN

Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast

Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN

Every little nigga you see around me

Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN

Next time you in the hood and see an ol G

You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN

[50 Cent]

Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid

Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen

Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin

Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them

Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard

Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard

Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle

I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace

and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would

Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge

You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood

Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery

I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history

Never poked nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin

Jay put you on, X made you hot

Now you run around like you some big shot

Ha, ha pussy...

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

"The rap game is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now?

How we gonna eat man? 50 back around"

That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud

Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down

I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer

You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster

I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers

All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers

It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background

You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah, Crack child

Them niggaz dead, they just SUCK, they no good

I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood"

I'm back better than ever, on top of my game

Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn"

Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne

I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

I ain't tellin anyone you pussy

I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored

It ain't over.... (G-UNIT)

I've been patently waitin to BLOWW

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show"

This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun

Now that I'm back, you can't sleep

I'm a nightmare huuhhhh

You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life

You heard about them guns I done bought, right?

I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga

I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you)

I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT)

[bbbooom]

ok im done

[innocentbadgrl]

Originally posted by bbbooom

ok im done

Bbbooom Are you taking any requests?

[bbbooom]

Originally posted by innocentbadgrl

Bbbooom Are you taking any requests?

oh anything for you sexy

[curreri13]

Originally posted by bbbooom

meet me at the corner of hylan and bay big guy

U MAKE ME LEAVE MY HOUSE TO COME ALL THE WAY TOO HYLAN AND BAY....DRIVEN UP AND DOWN BLOCKS GET OUT OF THE CAR STAND AROUND LIKE A FUCKING JERK OFF.....U PUSYY MOTHER FUCKER MAKE ME COME ALL THE WAY TO U ..BITCH ..ON A FUCKING WORK NIGHT ..U MOTHER FUCKER......BE A FUCKING MAN U TALK SHIT NOW DEAL WITH IT.....FUCKING PUSSY....... :cuss:

[dgmodel]

so is that the outcome you showed they didnt???

[fineones]

:laugh:

[murrrr]

Originally posted by curreri13

U MAKE ME LEAVE MY HOUSE TO COME ALL THE WAY TOO HYLAN AND BAY....DRIVEN UP AND DOWN BLOCKS GET OUT OF THE CAR STAND AROUND LIKE A FUCKING JERK OFF.....U PUSYY MOTHER FUCKER MAKE ME COME ALL THE WAY TO U ..BITCH ..ON A FUCKING WORK NIGHT ..U MOTHER FUCKER......BE A FUCKING MAN U TALK SHIT NOW DEAL WITH IT.....FUCKING PUSSY....... :cuss:

i can't believe u actually went

[trueqwest]

Originally posted by lulamishka

ladyshady, i dunno why you have such a jaded view of yourself, but i think you're BEAUTIFUL!

LulaMishka, if I remember correctly, you're a hottie too...more pics please...

DG- Can you believe this funny drama? Driving to Brooklyn all because someone insulted your manhood on a website? For all we know, it could be a 13 year old monkey randomly typing on keys and just happened to be typing in correct sezuence to piss someone off...

[sexxyme]

Originally posted by trueqwest

DG- Can you believe this funny drama? Driving to Brooklyn all because someone insulted your manhood on a website? For all we know, it could be a 13 year old monkey randomly typing on keys and just happened to be typing in correct sezuence to piss someone off...

:laugh: