21 Questions ( 50cent )

21 Questions ( 50cent )
21 Questions

New York City, you are now ridin with, with 50 Cent, you gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch sunshine in my 745
You drive me crazy, shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I'll provide everything you need and I
Like your smile, I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I gotta ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe

Girl, you seem to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out
Would you still, have love for me?

Girl, you seem to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?

If I fell off tomorrow, would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good, would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a Hoop-D from a Benz
Would you poof and disappear, like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I get out and peel a nigga cap and chill in drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I was flip burgers in Burger King
Would you be ashamed to tell your friends you're feeling me?
In the bed, if I use my tongue would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
Now we can have a little drink, you know a Nightcap
And we can go do what you like, I know you like that

Girl, you seem to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?

Girl, you seem to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?

Now would you leave me if you father, found out I was thugging?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you're a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at you tryna figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated, just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see
And when you asked me about it I said "It wasn't me"
Would you believe me?
Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond?
If that's all it takes for you to be gone
We only humans girl we make mistakes
To make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style
I'll say anything to make you smile

Girl, you seem to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?

Girl, you seem to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still, have love for me?

Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us

Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions and they all about us
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 04:15

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:38

Don't Push Me ( 50cent )

Don't Push Me ( 50cent )
Don't Push Me

I need you to pray for me (and)
I need you to care for me (and)
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been

Flows, bones, crushin', it's nothin'
I come up with somethin'
Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin'
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinnin'
Haters hate that I'm winnin'
Man I've been hot from the beginnin'
Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy
'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fittin' to catch a felony
Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it poppin'
Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot), you know I ain't stoppin'
Till my clip is empty, I'm simply
Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with
Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin', still locin'
what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling

Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

I cross my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry
To young to understand, the consequences of a man
Livin' a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas
'Cause they frontin' 20 years, of watching my mama's tears
Got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bomb, cause I need it
These niggas don't want me ballin', they want me buried
Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
Layin' your bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
'Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels, gonna call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lying, bounty killers got me flyin'
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm runnin' from nothin', my stomach is touchin'
What I'm clutchin', to give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder, so I'm bolder
And it's either soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier

Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

These are my ideas
This is my sweat and tears
This is shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears
This is me, who's got to be
What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy
Man these teenie boopers see me on these magazine covers
In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
Frontin' like it's all fun and games, 'til they shot up bang
When you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playin'
Ain't sayin' we ain't layin' down at night and ain't prayin'
I bullied my way in this game, man I'm done playin'
Man I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin'
I'm a start layin' into these motherfuckering cocksuckers
There's no way I'm back down, like a god damn coward
I can't, how would I look as man, bowing to his knees
Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
And not lash back out at 'em, please
Oh, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall
You want to see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall
I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart
So I see I have to start, showing you fuckin' old farts,
A whole other side, I wanted to not show you
So you know you're not dealing with some fuckin' marshmallow, little soft yellow
Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause

Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy

Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me
I aim straight for your head, so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 04:15

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:38

Gotta Make It To Heaven ( 50cent )

Gotta Make It To Heaven ( 50cent )
Gotta Make It To Heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked
An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that
U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
An get guns away in the hood like government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak
In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars
So I switch up whips to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
An make it wet niggaz if you round me son

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass
Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down
Then sprayed I played Dami me get the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call ?50 waddup?
U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy
Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail
Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail
Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib
Man social service finis' come an take dem kids

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can I change the courage
the change the things I can, but wisdom know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
Thas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up in the Benz
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends
Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol
In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy
Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies
See it might be his, an it might be yours
Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores
Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You got to tell me, you feelin this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 04:16

Modifié le mercredi 12 juillet 2006 03:51

Wanksta ( 50cent )

Wanksta ( 50cent )
Wanksta

It's 50 a.k.a farrari
f 50
break it down
I got alot of livin to do before i die
And i aint got time to waste
Lets make it

you said you a gansta
But you neva pop nuthin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin

You ain'ta friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't a kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think Ima run up on you wit the nine
We do this all the time
Right now we on the grind
So hurry up and cop and we go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fine
I gotta make her mine
A ass like that gotta be one of a kind
I Crush em' every time
Push em' with every nine
I'M fuckin wit they mind
I make em' press rewind
They know they can't shine if i'm around the rhyme
land on paroza's 94 cause I commit the crime
I send you my line, I did it 3 to 9
The D's ran up in my crib
You know who droppin dimes

You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothin

You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothin

Damn Homie, In highschool you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to you
i got the sickest vandada when it come to the cheddar
And if you play with my paper, you gonna meet my berreta
Now shorty think Ima sweat her, sippin on a merada
I'm livin once then deta, i know i could do beta
She look good but i know she after my cheddar
She tryna get in my pockets
Homie and i ain't gonna lett her
Be easy,stop the bullshiting
you get your whole crew wet
We in the club doin the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cause they say we bugged out
cause we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothin

You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothin

Me I'm no mobster
Me I'm no ganster
Me I'm no hitman,me i'm just me,me
Me I'm no actor
But It's me you see on your t.v
cause i hustle baby
This spanish shit is so easy
I'm getting what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, i got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop me heat
Niggas sayin they going murph 50 how
We ridin roung with guns the size of little bow wow
What you know about a.k and a.r's 15
Equipped, with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothin

You said you a gangsta
but you neva pop nothin
You said you a wanksta
and you need to stop frontin
You go to to the dealership
but you neva cop nothin
You been hustling a long time and you ain't got nothin
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 04:16

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:38

U Not Like Me ( 50cent )

U Not Like Me ( 50cent )
U Not Like Me

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me
Aiyoo, you think about shittin' on 50... save it
My songs belong in the Bible with King David
I teach niggaz sign language, that ain't def son
[click, click] you heard that? That mean RUN
Ask around, I ain't the one you wanna stun on, pa
Pull through, I'll throw a fuckin cocktail at ya' car
From the last shootout, I got a demple on my face
It's nothin', I could go after Mase's fanbase
Shell hit my jaw, I ain't wait for doctor to get it out
Hit my wisdom tooth *huck-too* spit it out
I don't smile a lot, cause ain't nothin' pretty
Got a purple heart for war, and I ain't never left the City
Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty"
On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy
You got fat while we starve, it's my turn
I done felt how the shells burn, I still won't learn
Won't learn

If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

Moma said..
Everything that happened to us, was part of God's plan
So at night when I talk him, I got my gun in my hand
Don't think I'm crazy, cause I don't fear man
Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand
I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan
I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin
In the telly with to whores, a Benz with to doors
32 carrots in the traws, no flaws
You see me in the hood, I got atleast two guns
I carry the glock, Tony carry my M-1s
Hold me down nigga, OGs tryin' to rock me
D's waitin for my response to lock me
This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me
You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me
I'M THE ONE

If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

See, I done been to the Pearly Gates, they sent me back
The good die young, I ain't eligable for that
I shot niggaz, I been shot, sold crack in the street
My attitude is gangsta, so I stand some beef
You wanna get acquainted with me, you wanna know me
From 3 point range, with a glock, I shoot better then Kobe
See a nigga standin' next to me, he probably my Co-D
See a bitch gettin in my whip, she probably gon' blow me
See the flow is like a 38, it's special yoooooo
A country boy tell ya, I'm fittin' to blowwwww
I'm more like a pimp, then a trick, you knowwww
See, I'm in this for the paper, I don't love the hooos
Niggaz broke in the hood, worried about mines
Grown ass men, wearin starter piece shines
You know them little pieces, with the little stones
Got little clientele fiends call your cell phones
When the gossip starts, I'm always the topic
You too old for that shit dog, why don't you stop it
Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me
Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me
Haha

If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me

If you get shot and run to the cop - You not like me
You ain't got no work on the block - You not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop - You not like me
Like me duke, you not like me
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 04:17

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:39