( 50 Cent Intro )
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire..
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire..
( Verse )
Yeah she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
Maybe this is, who i should make the missus
Let’s conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle i mean she hot like a kettle
Well me i’m strapped with the metal when i go hard for the bread
So i line you up and i dent you, you run you’re fucked when i catch you
You only eat cuz i let you i hate the fact that i met you
When you could say that you know me and act like i’m your homie..
( Case - 50 Cent - Chorus )
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (Come on come on..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah..)
( 50 Cent Verse )
Haha.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..
She scratch my back when i’m strokin’ she scream she like it she open
I’m sittin’ back while she suckin’, she super freaky i love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah i chase it
She do it just how i like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin’ her limits that’s why i’m pushin’ up in it
Start kissin’ her lips, then i’m kissin’ her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy..
( Case - 50 Cent - Chorus )
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby..), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go (50..), baby I’m about to explode (Whooo..!!)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (This is how it’s supposed to feel i said this is how it’s supposed to feel..)
( Case - 50 Cent - Verse )
I’ll spend the night with you (Haha..), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean..)
Cuz tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Work it out now.. Wooohoooo..!!)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha..)
Please me low and be my friend, i’ll come back and hit it again (And hit it again..)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again..)
Don’t go away (Yeah.. Come on girl..)
( Case - 50 Cent - Chorus )
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good..) feel me and caress me (I mean real good..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (Haha..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah.. I can feel it.. Owwww!!)
( Foxy Brown - 50 Cent - Verse )
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh..)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin’, you ain’t know that I be mackin’ (Nah..)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G’s
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin’ on your knees (Yeah..)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin’ cristal-ise
( Case - 50 Cent - Chorus )
Touch me, tease me (Yeah..) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go (Now bend, and stretch come on..), baby I’m about to explode (Work it out.. I said work it out..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Come on break it down.. That’s how they break it down.. Haha..)
Touch me, tease me (This is what i call fun..) feel me and caress me (I’m havin’ so much fun..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (I’m back to work..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah..)
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( Eminem )
hey yo 50,
i was thinking, you should go back to doing the shit you used to do..
( 50 Cent )
murder them, murder them, if i let ? i murder them
niggas be fronting, word up it’s stunting til they heard up
their semi talk, i let that buck, i had these niggas running hard
i pull a nigga skirt up, and have him kicking dirt up
i get a nigga hit a nigga, back up stupid hard
silence, it’s the return of the tyrants
symptom ? we’re botch closed islands
stand close to the homie you wanna die with
flames come up bout the ? the shit that i do
i’m talking like the feds ain’t listening
nigga this a pool of piranhas you pissing it
i get it nigga if you want it
better ask niggas out me i be on it
i get the drop, blow at your knot, perfect planning
hit your back with something hot, out the can..
( Hook )
it’s murder one, and i’m at a ? , matter
then it’s another one, back to back we’re working
it’s murder one, and i’m at a ? , matter
then it’s another one, back to back we’re working..
( 50 Cent )
You know i got the strap on me, bar holding that for me
I’m fucked up, it really doesn’t matter though
100 9 millimeter shells in the telico
Wait, niggas drop like domino
Run for your life puta, see, vamo nos
I was taught to see my ? Long time ago
Walk around with cocaine, yeah even my mama know
I cut a o in the ? Made 4 hundred off deck
You know a nigga grind
Like cindi lauper bitch, time after time
A nigga shine, like a nickel 9
I been talking to the man in the mirror
Nigga show ass, they be shaking like it’s ?
It seems like my vision’s coming clearer
Steady coming with the hammer,
? It’s funny how niggas never hear you
Till you run down on them, gun down on them..
( Hook )
it’s murder one, and i’m at a ? , matter
then it’s another one, back to back we’re working
it’s murder one, and i’m at a ? , matter
then it’s another one, back to back we’re working..
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Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gonna party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday..
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed..
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed..
When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggaz heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes, they wanna fuck..
But homie ain't nuttin' changed hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp..
In the hood, in L.A. they sayin,"50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love Pac
But holla in New York them niggaz'll tell ya, I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold..
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
Got a mill' out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go..
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed..
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed..
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga, I done came up, and I ain't changed..
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 toastin' to the good life
You that faggot-ass nigga tryin' to pull me back, right?
When my joint get to pumpin' in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she's gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talkin about money, homie, I ain't concerned..
I'ma tell you what Banks told me 'cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggaz hate then let 'em hate then watch the money pile up
Or we can go upside your head wit a bottle of bub
They know where we fuckin' be..
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed..
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed..
Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither nigga
We in the club all the time nigga, it's about to pop off nigga..
G-Unit
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