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50 Cent – Window Shopper

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Window Shopper’s Lyric

[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better

[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you’s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at s**t you can’t buy
Joe you’s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you’s a window shopper
Mad as f**k when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you’s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at s**t you can’t buy
Nigga you’s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you’s a window shopper
Mad as f**k when you see me ride by

[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I’m filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I’ll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bulls**t
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done f**ked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y’all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad b**ches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a b**ch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my s*x game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, s**t changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I’m holing, holing, holing
s**t man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus]

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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 – Pimp

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Pimp’s Lyric

[Chorus]
I don’t know what you heard about me
But a b**ch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherf**king P-I-M-P
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that a*s up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the b**ch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I’m from New York
I ain’t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I’m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
B**ch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can’t see
You f**king with me, you f**king with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I’m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you f**king with me, I’m a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, b**ch I’m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I’m the one you should call
I’ll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve’em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain’t bout s**t
I’m your friend, your father, and confidant, B**CH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a b**ch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I’m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I’m done I ain’t gon keep her
Man, b**ches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it’s secret, but you ain’t gotta keep it on the low
B**ch choose with me, I’ll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your a*s beat
Now Nik my bottom b**ch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I’ll put a charge on a b**ch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain’t paying b**ch
Catch a date, s**k a d**k, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there’s no b’ness like show b’ness
In the hood they say, there’s no b’ness like hoe b’ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain’t got to slow down for you to catch up, B**CH

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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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