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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 & G Unit – If I Can’t

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If I Can’t Lyric

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

* If I can’t do it, homie, 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)

I apply pressure to p**sies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I’m sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I’m 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, “Get they money right,” cuz 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 whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I’ll lay your a** out
Believe 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 & I’m gone (Yea!)

[Repeat *]

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 clapped em with the FO’FO’
20 inch rims sitting on Lo Pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, “Something really wrong with my brain”
Niggaz don’t rob me they know I’m down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthaf**ka 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 its all rap
Til that a** get clapped and Doc say “It’s a wrap”

(It’s a wrap, nigga)

[Repeat *]

I been feelin i had 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 d**k more than my b**ch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God’s plan homey, this ain’t mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw in 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 & think nothin of it
F**k it

[Repeat * , *]

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha

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50 Cent – Up In Da Club

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Up In Da Club’s Lyric

[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 f**k
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 s*x 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 f**k with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna f**k
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 b**ch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherf**ker 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 f**kin’ 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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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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