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50 Cent – That Aint Gangsta

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That Aint Gangsta’s Lyric

[Verse 1:]
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a b**ch?
you gon’ get it on nigga or you gon’ snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin’ rich
man, I stack chips and I unload clips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
some niggas started fightin’, some niggas found God
you know me, started sellin’ leek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Hell in the joint wearin’ ’86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo’ a*s is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, “yo whattup”
you ain’t gotta work out to leave this b**ch cut up
let a nigga find out you on some goin’ home s**t
and you tryin’ to bounce without payin’ a loan, s**t
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I’m hard as Hell to get along wit’ so it never fails
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin’ the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin’ his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I’m'a ox you down
niggas you think is real really can’t hold they own
I’ll have ‘em on some E.T. s**t tryin’ to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
it’s similar, infact they’ll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas always take ‘em home.

[Chorus]
You got blown over the jack? (that ain’t gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain’t gangsta)
rockin’ a vest with no gat? (that ain’t gangsta)
you only a thug when you rap? (that ain’t gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain’t gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain’t gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain’t gangsta)
If you ain’t bustin’ ya gat (that ain’t gangsta)

[Verse 2:]
You’d call me an Animal if you seen me livin’ on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I’m visitin’ pop-ulation
when I walk by, niggas like “Fifty don’t play Son”
“yeah, somethin’ really wrong with that nigga…”
max out, I’m goin’ straight for the glock
bust a u-turn, I’m goin’ straight to the block
the things that’ll happen if niggas say I can’t eat
down goes the window….out goes the heat
I’ll make the whole block look like a f**kin’ trackmeet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it’s extortion, it happens in the hood often
claim more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
’cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
I rock s**t ’cause I stay on that block s**t
that 9mm Ruger to your knot s**t
see the difference is I’m real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, s**t
ya’ll niggas wanna pop s**t? I pop clips
leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can’t stop this
since ’86 my whole clique pop Criss.

[Chorus]
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
What the f**k you know about that?

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50 Cent – I Get Money

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I Get Money’s Lyric

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)

[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 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 s**t
Southside’s up in in this b**ch
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
S**t, 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 dead!

[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 s**t
But it ain’t new tho
I got rid of my old b**ch
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 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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50 Cent – Hustler’s Ambition

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Hustler’s Ambition’s Lyric

Girl singing:
Like the fire needs the air
I won’t burn unless you’re there

Yea,I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, this real s**t, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta’ s**t, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo s**t, I’m a vandal
Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and s**t
SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla “cancel that b**ch”
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze
I’ll build an empire on the low the narc’s don’t know
I’m the weatherman
I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homie I’m just triple beam, dreamin’
Niggaz be schemin’, I fiend to live a good life
The fiends are 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 finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine,
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don’t know s**t about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talons start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can’t f**k with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50
Check my logic, smokers don’t like seeds in their weed, s**t
Send me them seeds I’ll grow em what they need
Them ain’t chia pet plants in the crib, that’s chronic
And I’m sellin ‘em for 500 a pop god d**n it
I sell anything I’ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you it’s wine
If you analyze me, what you’ll find is the DNA of a crook and
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or spider, I’ll be potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 3]
It’s a hustler’s ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin’ the drama means nothin
It’s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
Or in the jewler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs
Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I’m full of adrenaline
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a*s out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I’m back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I’m like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner’ll tell you he ain’t got s**t on me
The feds watch me,I see they can’t stop me
Racist,pointin at me look at the niggaracci
Hello!

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

ooooooooo light my bumhola

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2 Pac – Until The End Of Time

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Until The End Of Time’s Lyric

[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood I missed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same places
The money and the fame made us all change places
How could it be through the misery that came to pass
The hard times make a true friend afraid to ask, for currency
But you could run to me when you need me, I’ll never leave
I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see
It’s a small thing through and true
What could I do? Real homies help ya get through,
And coming new, he’d do the same thing if he could
Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good
And half the time we be acting up call the cops
Bringing the cease to the peace that was on my block
It never stop, when my mama ask me will I change
I tell her yeah, but it’s clear I’ll always be the same
Until the end of time

[Chorus: RL]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
(Until the end of time)
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time
Until the end of time

[2Pac]
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister’s kids
So you know I don’t hang around the house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, s**t
Ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it’s back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain’t trippin I’m a player I ain’t sweating him
I s*xed his sister, had her mo’ good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
Until the end of time

[Chorus x2]

[2Pac]
Now who’s to say if I was right or wrong?
To live my life as an outlaw all along
Remain strong in this planet full of player haters
They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators
And in the end drinking Hennessey made all my enemies envy me
So cold when I flow eliminating easily
Fall to their knees, they plead for their right to breath
While beggin me to keep the peace (ha ha)
Well I can see close into achieve
In times of danger don’t freeze time to be a g
Follow my lead I supply everything you need
An ounce of game and the training to make a g
Remember me, as an outcast outlaw
Another album out that’s what I’m about, more
Gettin raw till the day I see my casket
Buried as a g while the whole world remembers me
Until the end of time

[Chorus]

If an angel comes down
And takes me away
The memories of me
And my songs
Will always stay
Till they can find
(Until The End of Time)
Until the end of time
Till the end of time

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