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50 Cent - True Loyalty - lyrics

[50 cent]
Unh, yeah..i like the way this feel right here
Yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil bit
Yeah..
[50 cent + (lloyd banks)]
There aint shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
(except loyalty and love, between thugs)
For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
(for you, I walk up close and lay a niggas kin)
For you, there aint a damn thing that I wont do
Im a thug, this my way I show, my love for you
(nigga for you, I get the coke, ima turn it into cash)
For you, if we go broke, we gon rob a nigga ass
(for you, if we get knocked, ima have to take the weight
cause with a record like yours dogg, you aint stayin upstate)
Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (why? )
cause I know youd do the same thing too...haha
I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
How could you not love a thug like me?
[chorus]
Would you ride for me? (you aint even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I dont cry for me, just keep reppin southside for me)
Nigga, you ride for me? (you aint even got to ask)
Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I dont cry for me, just keep reppin southside for me)
[50 cent + (lloyd banks)]
(nigga, Im the stem, you the crack
Im the clip, you the gat
Im the glock, you the mac
Im the artist, you the trap
Im a pen, you the pad
Im the dutch, you the bag
Im the knife, you the stab
Im the driver, you the jag)
Im the ice, you the bezel
Im grimy, you ghetto
Im the bow, you the arrow
Im the shell, you the barrel
Im a pimp, you a player
Im dope, you the hustler
Im a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler
[chorus]
[tony yayo]
You can catch me in public housing, wit bundles of d
Or in the santa monica mountains, bundled up to ski
Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
You seen the ice, you know its top notch
And when it comes to dice, Im seeing shorty to the shot box
Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
When you grind, its showtime at the apollo
Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
Well my flows like a ho thats sixteen
I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
They mad cause they see me in cancun *****es
But Im ghetto, straight from the hood my nigga
If theres no toothbrush ima use my finger
I got so many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
Im a grown man, still livin like Im young
With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
Here the cops come, task force van
Rock so much ice, Im called jack frost man
And while we sippin on cris, you sippin backwash man
Your team got heart, but your hearts in my hand
You want sixteen bars, in song format
Or sixteen cars on your moms doormat...wha

50 Cent - Candy Shop Feat. Olivia - lyrics

I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
IGot the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
[Chorus]
[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And when we do (and when we do)
The things we do (things we do)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll take you to the candy shop
[Olivia]
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
I take you to the candy shop
[50 Cent]
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
So seductive
Uh huh
Yeah...
[Intro: 50 Cent]
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone
[Chorus 2x]

50 Cent - Hate It Or Love It (G-Unit Remix) [Explicit] - lyrics

Yeah, let's take em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused my mamma kissin a girl
Confusion occurs comin' up in a cold world
Daddy ain't around probably out commitin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope for a four-finger ring
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I pass I get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs i'd get the hat, now that'd be dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep at night
Woke up the next morning niggas done stole my bike
Different day same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood
I'd run away from this ***** and never come back if I could
[Chorus: x2 (50 Cent & The Game)]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
[Verse 2: The Game]
I Told Dre from the gate I carried the heat for ya
First mixtape song i inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya
G-G-G-G Fo Ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show I threw away my NWA gold and
Had the whole crowd yellin "Free Yayo"
So Niggas betta get up outta mine
Fo' I creep and turn yo' projects into columbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened to DC
This nigga ain't Gotti
He pretend
Mad at us cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems yo' little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch
When the doubts was out who gave the west coast mouth to mouth
Haha
[Chorus: x2 (50 Cent & Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
[Bridge: 50 Cent]
From the beginnin to the end
Losers lose winners win
This is real we ain't gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change its stayin the same
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys was wit ya
When you had that little TV
You had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin with the snub
Cus niggas do a lot of slip talkin in the club
Til they coughing on the rug
I aint never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model was gone
Snortin up his drugs
Bad enough we want me to choke
My boi' just got poked in the throat
Now its a R.I.P. shirt in my coat
Now im speedin' reminiscin'
Holdin' my weed here never listen
If I see him, im'a lift him
Maybe that'll even the score
But if not it'll be me on the floor.
[Chorus: x2 (50 Cent & Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head'n envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
[Bridge: Tony Yayo]
I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and i made them sales
As a youth man i used to hustle for loot
With that little deuce deuce and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy jesus, rockin' the leases
But mama whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think thank god im blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Verse 4: Young Buck]
You know im still nice wit my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang
Thats why im loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homie I'm still all good
Let me show you what a thug bout, born to die
I took the bullets outta fifty put em in my fo' five
And i aint even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check
[Chorus: x2 (50 Cent & Young Buck)]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go 'head'n envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin nowhere so you can get to know me

50 Cent - I Know What You Like - lyrics

50 cent- i know what u like
i know what you like
i know what i need
you like...
and i need you with me
now we could roll the windows and blow these trees
get jewels in the city in my brand new V's
shorty i know what you like
[chorus]
shorty like gucci,
i know you like fendi, sho you like prada, and imma treat you right,
buy you moschino, christian dior, chanel as well,
shorty i know what you like,
i wanna see you in your best,
shoes from nine west, no mo pay less,
shorty i know what you like
dolce gabanna, louis vuitton, tight sergio valentes, turn me on
im thugged out shorty, im not trynna be rude,
but i prefer you be in the ***** when im the mood
from high school i dunno much about the french couture
but i know i like the way you look, question
ever had sex in the car? sex with a star?
bigger the *****s, the more buckles on the bra,
imma take you out the hood girl i have you lookin propa
turn you into a sex fifth ave shoppa
my white gold come fresh out the projects
she'll appreciate me more thats my logic,
i put no price on happiness, money is no object,
im headed straight to the top, and this is my mind set
im not a rocket scientist but im bright
i can predict a lotta shit,
shorty i know what you like
[chorus]
shorty like gucci,
i know you like fendi, sho you like prada, and imma treat you right,
buy you moschino christian dior, chanel as well,
shorty i know what you like,
i wanna see you in your best,
shoes from nine west, no mo pay less,
shorty i know what u like
you could shop at express but no mo gap and no mo guess,
let me show you what i like
designer shit, ambecrombie and fitch to fit, i found my nitch
everything i spits a hit, my flow sick
i aint been on a trick but shorty treat me right,
then i buy you what you like, c'm here
let me touch on you, i let you touch on me,
put my tounge on you, you put ur tounge on me
let me ride on you, and you can ride on me
you do it all night and we can have a balla night
im legit now used to break laws,
now you could read the benifits of world tours,
big house, big benz, girl its yours,
mink, coupes, italian shoes, stones with no flaws,
you aint got to look like a model for me to adore you,
all you gotta do is love me and be loyal,
don't indulge in my past,
***** what happened before you,
cuz i need some hunnies gon hate you, that never saw you,
i know what you like
[chorus]
shorty like gucci,
i know you like fendi, sho you like prada, and imma treat you right,
buy you moschino christian dior, chanel as well,
shorty i know what you like,
i wanna see you in your best,
shoes from nine west, no mo pay less,
shorty i know what you like
you could shop at express but no mo gap and no mo guess,
let me show you what i like
escada, sean john, bottles of don,
imma spit till i get 20 mil a flick like martin lawrence,
i sweet talk you if you like,
cuz all you really want is a nigga to treat you right, right?
you can hit the (??)
i could play with that ass, take a hot bubble bath,
in the champagne glass, was a mystery to me,
i'll be real clear soon,
i bet the sex warm and wet like the beach in can cun
you know what ***** me up more? watchin her lick her lips,
im watchin her walk, she hypnotize me with her hips,
shorty aint fat, fat, i seen her she was a star
titties stood up straight without a pushup bra
and her hate game was awesome, she aint never say no,
skin look like cinamon, booty like j.lo,
she got me wishin i could bone her,
smellin like chanel mixed with a weed aroma,
[chorus]
shorty like gucci,
i know you like fendi, sho u like prada, and imma treat you right,
buy you moschino christian dior, chanel as well,
shorty i know what you like,
i wanna see you in your best,
shoes from nine west, no mo pay less,
shorty i know what you like
u could shop at express but no mo gap and no mo guess,
let me show you what i like

50 Cent - Like My Style - lyrics

50 cent:
(ahuh) I know you like my style
(ahuh) you like how I break it down
(ahuh) I know you like my style
(ahuh)you like how I break it down
I know you like my style
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich Ill show you how
Wanna get rich, ill show you how
On your mark get set lets go
Switch the flow teach ya how to turn ya-yo into dough
The original dan-dadda
Nobody bomb hotta
You heard what I said boy Im hot Im hot!
You hoodrats, they say hes so crazy
Its not just they say he tried to spray me
But thats what you get for tryin to play me
The aftermath on my back is soo shady!
No matter how you try you cant stop this
I ll catch you stuntin relently crew *****pit
If you a pimp why your hoes stay out your pocket?
Fine find out how my p-40 glock is
Tony ya-yo: 50 you need some help?
50 cent: chill ya-yo I got this
So where Im from and the bs tryin to knock us
I swear to God its me sellin the choppas
Man I aint given them lil niggas no products
Chorus: I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You liek how I break it down
You wanna get rich ill show you how
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You liek how I break it down
You wanna get rich ill show you how
50cent:
You birds they say I got a way with words
Ill be like baby girl I like them curves
If your not busy tonight then we can swirve
Im a batchler baby ***** what you heard!
Ima tell you in 10 minutes Im makin you a believer
Tony touch will have you shakin like you haven a seizure
Ill makes hits about what I do on my leisure
G-unit gang cant a click out there see us
Niggas lipsynce the lyrics cause they wanna be us
Groupy hoes from the hood they be tryin to g us
Tryin to holla at the kid erytime they see us
Girlfriend quit pretendin Im the nigga you love
And I aint got to say nuthin you know that Im thuggin
Put my hands on that ass seein you say that Im buggin
We family baby -kissin cousins
Now look with the riff-raff done druggin
For the gs my degrees is hotta than your oven
Ima new yorker but I sound southern
And we sip d p till the don stop buggin
After we play o.k. go to your husband
Chorus:
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down
You wanna get rich ill show you how
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down
You wanna get rich ill show you how
Em said your gunna like my style
Dre said your gunna like my style
I said you gunna like my style
You gunna like how I break it down
Tony ya-yo:
(your not really ready) the drama will have ya ass in trama boyy!
(your not really ready) my knife flip open and I gets ta poken
Your not really ready) them shows strart poppin them bodies start droppin
(your not really ready)
50 cent: you think your ready? your not

50 Cent - Till I Collapse Freestyle - lyrics

Shady...Aftermath...Yo' dream team...
niggas gotta get the get well cards...
niggas is sick...
feel this...
Now don't think i won't hit ya coz i'm popular,
I got a P90 Ruger to pop at ya,
Catch you slipping ama give ya what i got for ya,
Ma clip loaded with 16 shots for ya,
Never had a hot gun on ya waist, and blood on your shoes,
Coz a nigga wouldn't said the wrong shit to you
Homie you ain't been through what i been through
You not like me, and i'm not like you...
I'm like an animal wit it when i spit it it's crazy,
Got semi-auto's to put holes in niggas trying to play me,
One shot is not enuff, you need me some uzi to move me,
After four bottles of don, the kid start feeling woozy
I write ma life, you write what you see in a gangsta movie,
I'm gangsta to the core nigga you can't move me,
I've found ma space at the top, i got this rap shit locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me, i murder you
Spit shell's at your convertable, Lotis you know this
Richard hollow, still come through your door this is raw
Ya scared of me your not prepared for me,
The kid is back, 50 Cent, i know you like that,
Yeah i know you like that...HAHA

50 Cent - I'm An Animal - lyrics

[INTRO]
Yeah,
This is gonna hurt you this time
Gon鈥see if y鈥檃ll niggas can survive to second round
You said what?!
It鈥檚 over boy!
It鈥檚 like a Murder Inc clearance sale鈥br>
[CHORUS]
Ask about me
They鈥檒l tell you I鈥檓 an animal, an animal
You touch one of mines I鈥檒l react like an animal, an animal
They say I have no conscience
I鈥檒l kill if I have to, y鈥檃ll
They say I鈥檓 an animal
Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go
Move on him like an animal
Nigga don't talk to me if you ain't in my bracket
100 mil, that's 60 after taxes
I was a little dirty nigga flipping my mattress
Sneakers ***** up til I started pumping packs, kid
Beefin' with the older niggas getting my ass kicked
Bought a little .380 I stopped all that shit
Back on that bullshit you know I鈥檝e been on
Riding with the same 9 Tre used to kill Bon
Niggas dead serious, niggas though we was playin
Picture me laughing in the crib after Tre shot Wayne
Southside ain't southside without the team
Niggas starving I feed em they'll ride for me
When feds come, nigga shit gets funky
Irv love Preme he fittin' to be his bunkee
In a park full of kids, I pop of the mack
They see the flare from the nozzle and scatter like rats
I know the police is listening, this is for the D's
Me and Star was cool & I ain't hit Cheese
Signed a deal and made a mil before Bags got shot
Made 20 more 'fore Tah-Tah got knocked
Man this rap shit is me B, I got this locked
Treat it just like the block workout non-stop
I dazzle with the footwork, maneuver with the heat
Think boy or get your brains left in the street
Yeah the Stick-up Kids say it鈥檚 out the tax,
But I get your shines back for you homie, relax
I send my little shooters right at 'em with Gats
Hit 'em so hard they gonna send that back
You know I know who ran up in your crib
The first thing they do is holla at the kid
They say 50 *****ed with us man, we poor need work
They need niggas like us to do their dirt.
[CHORUS]
Ask about me
They鈥檒l tell you I鈥檓 an animal, an animal
You touch one of mines I鈥檒l react like an animal, an animal
They say I have no conscience I鈥檒l kill if I have to, y鈥檃ll
They say I鈥檓 an animal
Sometimes a nigga cross the line and he got to go
Move on him like an animal
[OUTRO]
Yeah
Nigga what?!
Get a good look nigga!
See the flash of my diamonds and shit nigga!
Hahaha
Ridin back since this shit cost more than yo momma house
You鈥檙e *****ing playing with me nigga?
I came up hard nigga!
You already know what I鈥檓 about!
What?! Hahaha鈥br>
Aye,
Aye tell Preme
That if he send me a written apology
We can squash this shit
Naaww nigga鈥e ain鈥檛 squashing this shit

50 Cent - If I Can't - lyrics

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
[hook - 50 cent]
If I cant do well, homey, it cant be done
Now ima let the champagne bottle pop
Ima take it to the top
Fo sho ima make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol Im sure that I gotta
Now peter piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes
Im 50 cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, get they money right, cuz I got mine
And Im around quit playin nigga you cant 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, Ill lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut Im about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & Im gone (yea!)
[hook - 50 cent]
If I cant do well, homey, it cant be done
Now ima let the champagne bottle pop
Ima take it to the top
Fo sho ima make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 cent, dr dre]
Im 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 youll get hit & homicidell be askin, whut happened?
Oh no look who clapped em with the fofo
20 inch rims sittin chro-chrome
Eastside, westside niggaz oh no, no go
Even my mama said, something really wrong with my brain
Niggaz dont rob me they know Im down to die for my chain
G-unit! we get it poppin in the hood
G-unit! mutha*****a whuts good?
Im waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much jack, Ill blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and doc say its a wrap
(its a wrap, nigga)
[hook - 50 cent]
If I cant do well, homey, it cant be done
Now ima let the champagne bottle pop
Ima take it to the top
Fo sho ima make it hot, baby (baby)
[50 cent]
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, Im dirty-dirty
Im from southside jamaica, queens, nigga yaheard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game theres ups and downs, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my *****, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is gods plan homey, this aint mine
I played the music loud so grandpa called me a nuisance
And grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent
Im 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
***** it
[hook - 50 cent]
If I cant do well, homey, it cant be done
Now ima let the champagne bottle pop
Ima take it to the top
Fo sho ima make it hot, baby (baby)
If I cant do well, homey, it cant be done
Now ima let the champagne bottle pop
Ima take it to the top
Fo sho ima make it hot, baby (baby)
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr dre, aftermath
Shady, ha ha

50 Cent - Peep Show - lyrics

(feat. Eminem)
[50 Cent]
When You're Breakin It Down, Keep Breakin It Down
This Is What It Sounds Like, When I'm Breakin It Down
Yeah I'm Breakin It Down
Man This Is What It Feels Like, When I'm Breakin It Down
When You're Breakin It Down, Keep Breakin It Down
It's Not My Fault C'mon, It's Not My Fault
I'm Hot Man! It's Not My Fault C'mon, It's Not My Fault
'til The Sun Comes Up, Every Night (c'mon)
We Party And We Party 'til Daylight
We Be Gettin It In, C'mon We Gettin It In
A Lil' Hennessy, A Lil' Juice And Gin
It's Not A Fantasy (nah) It's Not Pretend
We Gon' Do It, We Gon' Do It, We Gon' Do It Again
'til The Sun Comes Up, Every Night
We Party And We Party 'til Daylight
I Shouldn't Have To Tell You Shorty You Should Know
I'm Really Really Gettin Into Your Freak Show
You Give Me A Little Baby Then I'ma Want Mo'
O.d.b. Said It, "i Like It Raw!"
Exotic Erotic We're Movin On The Floor
Enough To Make A Nigga Lose Control
I'm Down To Go Wherever You Wan' Go
You Got A Man, I Keep It On The Low
I Do My Thing You Know I Gets My Dough
I Got A Few Stacks Me And You Could Blow
We Headed To The Hotel After The Show
I Know How To Romance You Be My Private Dancer
[chorus: 50 Cent]
On Your Mark, Get Set Girl Now Here We Go
Racin Off To See Yo' Peep Show
It Turn Me On To See You On The Flo'
When You're Breakin It Down, Keep Breakin It Down
Ready Or Not Shorty Now Here I Come
Shake That Thing Girl Now Back It Up
Work It, Work It Girl You Turn Me On
When You're Breakin It Down, Keep Breakin It Down
[50 Cent]
They Say I'm Not The Same It's Cause I'm Filthy Mayne
I'm Off The Chain, I Don't Play No Games
I'm Hustlin Hard Homie I Do My Thang
You ***** With The Paper Then Watch The Hammer Go Bang
Now Shorty I Like The Way She Move Them Hips
I'm Tryin To Get Her In My Bedroom And Shit
We Could Take A Long Time Or Get It Done Quick
We Can Camcord This Shit Make A Boom-boom Flick
It's Oh So Many Places That We Can Go
I Really Want You Shorty, Shorty Now You Should Know
Girl Your Body's Callin Me, Hear You Loud And Clear
We Ain't Got To Leave Now We Can Do It Right Here
[chorus]
[50 Cent]
The Way You Move (the Way You Move)
You Make Me Lose (you Make Me Lose)
All Control (all Control)
I Know You Know (i Know You Know)
You're So Seductive You Make Me Wanna Touch It
I Ain't Got To Tell You, You Know I Wanna ***** You
I'm Feelin Your Style, You Better Watch Me Now
My Tongue'll Be In Your Mouth, My Hands'll Be In Your Blouse
When You Get Me Aroused You Put A Spell On Me
Man If I Can't Have You I'ma Go Crazy
I Want You Bad Now And If You Want Me
Girl Killin Me Now, Or Succumb To Me Now
[eminem]
Come To Me Now, You Don't Come To Now
Apple In Your Mouth, Tackled On The Couch
Shackled In The House, I'll Be Back In About
20 Minutes Or Less, With My Hannibal Mask
So When You Wiggle Around And Giggle In That Cage
I Knew I Couldn't Wait To Get You Off That Stage
From The Moment I Met You Had To Let You Know
I Just Wanted To Get You Through My Bedroom Do'
You Makin Me Feel Like I'm In Middle School Still
You Squeal Like A Little Girl, You're Pitiful, Chill
We Gon' *****, I Just Popped This Little Blue Pill
You Can Leave But Wait, I Gotta Shit On You Still (phbbt)
I Shouldn't Have To Say It Shorty You Should Know
I Hope You Really Gettin Into My Creep Show
Let Me Shit On Your Chest And If Some Weed Comes Out
Just Guzzle It Down, Just Guzzle It Down
[chorus]
[50 Cent]
It's Not My Fault C'mon, It's Not My Fault
I Could Break It Down, It's Not My Fault C'mon, It's Not My Fault
Can You Break It Down? It's Not My Fault C'mon, It's Not My Fault
I Can Break It Down, It's Not My Fault C'mon, It's Not My Fault
Can You Break It Down? It's Not My Fault C'mon

50 Cent - A Baltimore Love Thing [Explicit] - lyrics

[Intro- 50 Cent]
She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryna leave me, you'll never live without me
Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in
Relapse you back *****, don't ever try that again
All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like its just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart, you dirty ***** I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin'
But we have a bond and its not to be broken
[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing, girl you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
*****in' with me, you can be all you can be
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me
I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me
I heard she bisexual, she ***** with that girl
But boy, oh boy, *****in' wit me is a whole 'nother world
After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin'
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing"
Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Ozbourne too
I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm *****in' with you
I chill with Frankie Lyeman and Jimmy Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new
I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right
Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm
I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward
Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me
Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV
I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy
[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing, girl you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
*****in' with me, you can be all you can be
[Verse 3- 50 Cent]
I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
Your friends talk bad about me *****, you sit there and listen to 'em
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say
But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away
They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a *****in' fiend
Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you
Push me inside you, no other man can loves you like I do
Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good
I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should
It was written long before, it was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate
And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those pearly gates
And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes
[Hook x2- 50 cent]
We got a love thing, girl you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
*****in' with me, you can be all you can be

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