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50 Cent Ft. Justin Timberlake – Ayo Technology

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Ayo Technology’s Lyric

Something special,
Unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god d**n (d**n)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it’s right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I’m ballin’, throwing money around

[Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin’ makin’
Look at the way she shakin’ shakin’
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin’ for her, go crazy face it
Now don’t stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin’ make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she split
Got you’re head f**ked up from the way she did it
She’s so much more than you’re used to
She know’s just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you’re lap till you’re ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin’
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let’s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, why don’t you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

[Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]

Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don’t stop
I ain’t got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there’s plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin’, sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I’m ready to roll
I’ll be in this b**ch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that s**t should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, d**n I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let’s get it poppin’ shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let’s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, why don’t you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

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50 Cent – Straight To The Bank

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Straight To The Bank’s Lyric

[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 gangster s**t
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster s**t

[Verse 1:]
I’m in my Lambo maggot, my fo’ fo’ faggot
Doors lift up I’m like Go Go Gadget
See the s**t I got on, homey I hate too
My Teflon arm brought my government issues
I’ll hit your vertebrate bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon hugging that s**tsu
Homey you a b**ch 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 mayne

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

[Verse 2:]
I see nothing 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 moving bundles and loads
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass f**k the toll
No more platinum I’m wearing 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 s**t out the sto’
Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo’
Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
Make the purple bring the green in f**k the law
I’m oh so raw, I’m hot I’m sure
I’m like the coolest motherf**ker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I’m the general salute me soldier

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

[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 in and I’m 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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50 Cent – Just A Lil Bit

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Just A Lil Bit’s Lyric

[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit

[Verse 1]
D**n baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin’ in the club when you hear this s**t
Drop it like its hot, get to workin’ that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can 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 thats my clique
Yeah I’m young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin’ old moves
I don’t give a f**k, I do what I wan’ do
I hit your a*s up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don’t trip
Yo’ heat in the car, mine’s in this b**ch
I ain’t tryna beef, I’m tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I’ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I’ma get shorty here and I’ma 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 ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and f**king a lil bit

[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin’ out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro’
Pockets on swoll cause I move the O’s
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya b**ch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I’m off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, that’s without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I’m like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin’, party jumpin’, I said 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 ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and — a lil bit

[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin’ right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain’t playin’, I’ma tryna f**k tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, a*s up, c’mon

[Chorus x2]
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 ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and — a lil bit

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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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