50-CENT

1. AMBITION
(Light the fire that needs the air)(I won't burn unless your there)
[50 Cent]Yea, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use it for your angerYou know, its very shit, feel this!
[Verse 1]'merica's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love meBlack Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-PelleI take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fanGot through the silver duck tape on my Tre Eight handle The women in my life bring confusion 'n' shitSo like Nino went new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I choseNiggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze upYo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weathermanI take that coke leaf and make that snowSit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the doorO after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreaminNiggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good lifeThe fiends just fiendinConceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't seeThe penitentiary is definitely out the question for me
[Chorus]I want the find the thing in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mineAnd I'll buck you (buck you)I don't care who you run with, or where you fromNigga fuck you (fuck you)I want to find the thing thats in my lifeSo I hustle (hustle)
[Verse 2]Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricksBlack Talen start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with meMan my cold Gauge, they called me Chef Boy R 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit Send me to seeds I'll grow 'em what they needThem ain't Chia pet plants in the crib that's chronicAnd I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn itI sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grindStep on grapes put in water and tell you its wineIf you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook andWhat goes on in my mind, its contagiousHypnotic, it sounds melodicIf the rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low keyAnd you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man
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[Verse 3]Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my visionMossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothinIt's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanesOr in the jewler switchin chainsI upgrade from 30 BS to a clean VSRocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenalinePlay the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spinI made plans to make it, a prisoner of the stateNow I can invite yo ass out to my estateThem holo-tips bent me up, but I'm back in shapePour Crystal in the blender make a protein shakeI'm like the East coast number one playboy BHugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on meThe feds watch me, icey they can't stop meRacist, pointin at me look at the niggarachi Hello!


2. BEST FRIEND
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friendIf I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friendIf I was your best friend
[Verse 1]First we get the talkin, then we get the touchinIf we get pass the phone games we'll be fuckinI kiss like the french therefore my tongue in your earDo it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your gairFor me a different scenery just mean a different positionIn the tub or on the sink I improvise now listenIn the chopper or on the jet join the mile high clubI'm no fool I know money can't buy me loveBut I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you knowInstead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of thoseSee I see somethin special when I look in your eyesWith your legs way back I see this pussy is mineIf you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no liesBut there's things that you say that have me wonderin whyWhen I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shyGot on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly
[Chorus]If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friendIf I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friendIf I was your best friend
[Verse 2]While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your backWhen you puttin on your lotion I can help you with thatI sit and think of things to say that may make you smileOr give you gifts from my heart to reflect my styleOr slang I use when we build may change how you talkAnd if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walkThere's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New YorkI'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I boughtSeparate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the bestIf there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twiceI'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's rightI ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shitI get closer to you, I mean closer than closeI get into you, after I take off my clothesGirl I been into you, mentally long before
[Chorus]If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friendIf I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time)Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine)Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on)Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) please say he's just a friendIf I was your best friend


3. CANDY SHOP(feat. Olivia)
[Intro: 50 Cent]Yeah...Uh huhSo seductive
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia][50 Cent]I'll take you to the candy shopI'll let you lick the lollipopGo 'head girl, don't you stopKeep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)[Olivia]I'll take you to the candy shopBoy one taste of what I gotI'll have you spending all you gotKeep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]You can have it your way, how do you want itYou gon' back that thing up or should i push up on itTemperature rising, okay lets go to the next levelDance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettleI'll break it down for you now, baby it's simpleIf you be a nympho, I'll be a nymphoIn the hotel or in the back of the rentalOn the beach or in the park, it's whatever you intoGot the magic stick, I'm the love doctorHave your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotchaWanna show me how you work it baby, no problemGet on top then get to bouncing round like a low riderI'm a seasons vet when it come to this shitAfter you work up a sweat you can play with the stickI'm trying to explain baby the best way I canI melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)
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[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]Girl what we do (what we do)And where we do (and where we do)The things we do (things we do)Are just between me and you (oh yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]Give it to me baby, nice and slowClimb on top, ride like you in the rodeoYou ain't never heard a sound like this beforeCause I ain't never put it down like this beforeSoon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipperIt's like it's a race who can get undressed quickerIsn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongsHad me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm goneI touch the right spot at the right timeLights on or lights off, she like it from behindSo seductive, you should see the way she windHer hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grindAs Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stoppingDripping wet with sweat man its on and poppingAll my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its onAnd we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone
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4. IN DA CLUB
[50 Cent]Go, go, go, goGo, go, go shortyIt's your birthdayWe gon' party like it's yo birthdayWe gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday'Cause you know we don't give a fuckIt's not your birthday!
[Chorus (2x)]You can find me in the club, bottle full of BudMama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugsI'm into having sex, I ain't into making loveSo come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
[Verse]When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubsWhen I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the clubNiggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me loveWhen you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuckBut homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's upI see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed upIf you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimpBeen hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limpIn the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'PacBut holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm locoAnd the plan is to put the rap game in a choke holdI'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mindI got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grindNow shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flowHer girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
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[Bridge]My flow, my show brought me the doughThat bought me all my fancy thingsMy crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewelsLook nigga I done came up and I ain't change.
[Verse]And you should love it, way more then you hate itNigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made itI'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good lifeYou that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?When my junk get to pumping in the club it's onI wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she goneIf the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burnIf you talking bout money homie, I ain't concernedI'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style upIf the niggas hate then let 'em hateWatch the money pile upOr we go upside there wit a bottle of bubYou know where we fucking be
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[Talking][Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either niggaIn the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off niggaG-Unit


5. MANY MEN (WISH DEATH)(feat. Lloyd Banks)
[Lloyd Banks]Man we gotta go get something to eat manI'm hungry as a motherfucker
[50 Cent]Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
[Lloyd Banks]50, calm down, here he come
[9 Shots]
[Banks and 50]Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?
[50 Cent]Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
[50 Cent]Many men, wish death upon meBlood in my eye dawg and I can't seeI'm trying to be what I'm destined to beAnd niggas trying to take my life awayI put a hole in a nigga for fucking with meMy back on the wall, now you gon' seeBetter watch how you talk, when you talk about me'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many, many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreDon't look to the sky no moreHave mercy on me
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my headGo on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't deadI'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been foundI'm the underground king and I ain't been crownedWhen I rhyme, something special happen every timeI'm the greatest, something like Ali in his primeI walk the block with the bundlesI've been knocked on the humbleSwing the ox when I rumbleShow your ass what my gun doGot a temper nigga, go'head, lose your headTurn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legsI walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulderTill I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many, many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreDon't look to the sky no moreHave mercy on meHave mercy on my soulSomewhere my heart turned coldHave mercy on many menMany, many, many, many menWish death upon me
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rainJoy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for painDeath gotta be easy, 'cause life is hardIt'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarredThis if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigarsFor the niggas on lock, doing life behind barsI don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clearQuick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred yearsI'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the DonLike Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palmSlim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on meI thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
Many men, many, many, many, many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreDon't look to the sky no moreHave mercy on meHave mercy on my soulSomewhere my heart turned coldHave mercy on many menMany, many, many, many menWish death upon me
Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing backI know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gatIn my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on mePsych says some bitch done, put a hex on meThe feds didn't know much, when Pac got shotI got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knockedI ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the timeAre you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the linesIn the bible it says, what goes around, comes aroundHommo shot me three weeks later he got shot downNow it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
Many men, many, many, many, many menWish death upon meLord I don't cry no moreDon't look to the sky no moreHave mercy on meHave mercy on my soulSomewhere my heart turned coldHave mercy on many menMany, many, many, many menWish death upon me


6.P.I.M.P.
[Chorus]I don't know what you heard about meBut a bitch can't get a dollar out of meNo Cadillac, no perms, you can't seeThat I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P[Repeat]
[Verse 1]Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollarsShe got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that PradaThat BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and GabanaShe feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wannaI spit a little G man, and my game got herA hour later, have that ass up in the RamadaThem trick niggas in her ear saying they think about herI got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out herShe like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talkShe from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New YorkI ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some headI'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some breadI could care less how she perform when she in the bedBitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kidLook baby this is simple, you can't seeYou fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
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[Verse 2]I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at meIf you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-PNot what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasyHead full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-PCome get money with me, if you curious to seehow it feels to be with a P-I-M-PRoll in the Benz with me, you could watch TVFrom the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-PGirl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ballWe could toast to the good life, girl we could have it allWe could really splurge girl, and tear up the mallIf ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should callI'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fallIf you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they smallThat other nigga you be with ain't bout shitI'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
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[Verse 3]I told you fools before, I stay with the toolsI keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewelsI holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confusedShe got on Payless, me I got on gator shoesI'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaperMan this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep herMan, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin knowYou saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the lowBitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the streetPut my other hoes down, you get your ass beatNow Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my breadThe last nigga she was with put stitches in her headGet your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitchCause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the sixHoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitchCatch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
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Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'nessIn the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya knowThey say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil fasterI ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH