50 CENT

"What Up Gangsta?"

"Patiently Waiting"

"Many Men (Wish Death)"

"In Da Club"

"If I Can't"

"Don't Push Me"

"Wanksta"

"What Up Gangsta?"

G-Unit (What)

We in here (What)

We can get the drama popping

We don't care (What, what, what)

It's going down (What)

'Cause I'm around (What)

50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Cuz? (What)

What up, Blood? (What)

What up, Gangstaaa?

[Verse 1]

They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest

Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest

I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court

But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport

Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya

You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya

I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.

I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise

Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me

I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies

Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah)

D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid

This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it

Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard

I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle

Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what)

[Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)]

[Bridge]

We don't play that

We don't play that

We don't play that (G-Unit)

We don't play around

[Verse 2]

I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder

When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?

When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder

In December I'll make your block feel like summer

The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine

Every chick I fuck with is a dime

I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own

Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone

Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya

I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches

Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us

Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge (4x)]

"Patiently Waiting"

(feat. Eminem)

[50 Cent talking]

Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right...

I.. I owe you for this one

[Chorus]

I've been patiently waiting

For a track to explode on (yea)

You get stunned if you want

And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)

A fuse like my flows

Been hot for so long (yea)

If you thinkin I'ma fuckin

Fall off your so wrong

[50 Cent]

I've finished it in my head

Like a baby born dead

Destination heaven

Sittin politic with passin just from 9-11 (yea)

The Lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)

Shit I aint even got to try to shine

God's a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain

I got scribtures in my brain

I can spit at your thang

Straight out the good book

Look niggaz is shook

50 fear no man warrior

Swing swords like Conan

Picture me pen in hand

Write lines knowin' THE SOURCE will quote it

When I die they'll read this

And say a genius wrote it

I grew up witout my Pops

Shit that make me bitter

I caught cases and got out

Does that make me a quitter

In this white mans world

I'm simmilar to a squirral

Lookin for a slut

Wit a nice butt to get a nut

If I get shot today my phone

Will stop ringing again

These industry niggaz ain't friends

They know how to pretend

[Chorus (2x)]

I've been patiently waiting

For a track to explode on (yea)

You get stunned if you want

And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)

A fuse like my flows

Been hot for so long (yea)

If you thinkin Im'a fuckin

Fall off your so wrong

(It's 50!!)

[Eminem]

Youve been patiently waiting

To make it through all the hate

Debatin weither or not

You can even weather the storm

When she lay on the table

They operating to save you

It's like a Angel came to you

Sent from the heavens above

They think they crazy

But they ain't crazy lets face it

Shit basically they just playin sick

They ain't shit they ain't sayin shit

Spray umh 50 [gun shots]

A to K get in the way

I bring Dre and them wit me

And turn this day into fuckin mayhem

You stayin wit me

Don't let me lose you

I'm not tryin to confuse you

When I let lose wit this oozee

And just shoot through your Izuzu

You get the message

Am I gettin through to you

You know it's comin

You motherfuckers dont even kno do you

Take some BIG and some PAC

And you mix them up in a pot

Sprinkle a little Big L on top

What the fuck do you got?

You got the realest and illest killers

Tied up in a knot

The Juggernaughts of this rap shit

Like it or not it's like a fight to the top

Just to see who die for the spot

You put your life in this

Nothin like survivng a shot

Y'all know what time it is

Soon as 50 signs on this dot

Shit what you know about death threats

Cause I get alot

Shady Records was 80 seconds

Away from the towers

Some cowards fucked with the wrong building

They meant to hit ours

Better evacuate all children

Nuclear showers theres nothin spookier

Your now about to witness the power of fuckin' 50!

[Chorus]

I've been patiently waiting

For a track to explode on (yea)

You get stunned if you want

And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)

A fuse like my flows

Been hot for so long (yea)

If you thinkin I'ma fuckin

Fall off your so wrong

(It's 50!!)

It's the Gun Squad here

And you hear the shots go off

(It's 50, They say It's 50)

You see a nigga laid out

Wit his fuckin top blown off

(It's 50, Man that was'nt 50)

They don't holla my name

[50 Cent]

You should'nt throw stones

If you live in a glass house

And if you got a glass jaw

You should watch your mouf

Cause I'll break your face

Have you ass runnin

Mumbling to the check

Your going against me dogg

You makin a mistake

I split yo lip

You lookin like them

Michael Jack-Son Jackets

Wit all them zippers

I'm the boss on this boat

You can call me Skipper

The way I turn the money over

You should call me Flipper

Your Bitch a regular Bitch

Your callin her Wifey

I fucked her feed her fast food

You keepin' her Icey

I'm down to sell records

But not my soul

Snoop said this in '94

"We don't love them ho's"

I got pennies for my dogs

Now I'm rich

See the 20's spinnin'

Lookin mean on the 6

Nigga's wearin flags

Cause the colors match they clothes

The get caught in the wrong hood

And filled up with holes

Motherfucka'

[Chorus (2x)]

I've been patiently waiting

For a track to explode on (yea)

You get stunned if you want

And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)

A fuse like my flows

Been hot for so long (yea)

If you thinkin Im'a fuckin

Fall off your so wrong

(It's 50!!)

"Many Men (Wish Death)"

(feat. Lloyd Banks)

[Lloyd Banks]

Man we gotta go get something to eat man

I'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 me

Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be

And niggas trying to take my life away

I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me

My back on the wall, now you gon' see

Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me

'Cause I'll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head

Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead

I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found

I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned

When I rhyme, something special happen every time

I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime

I walk the block with the bundles

I've been knocked on the humble

Swing the ox when I rumble

Show your ass what my gun do

Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs

I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard

It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred

This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars

For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars

I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear

Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years

I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don

Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm

Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back

I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat

In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me

Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me

The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot

I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked

I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time

Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines

In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around

Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down

Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason

'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

"In Da Club"

[50 Cent]

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go shawty

It's your birthday

We gon' party like it's yo birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck

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 taking drugs

I'm into having sex, I ain't into making 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 fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love

When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck

But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up

I see Xzibit in the Cutt 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

In the hood then the ladies 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 feelin' focused man, my money on my mind

I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind

Now shawty 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 pools, 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 junk get to pumpin in the club it's on

I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone

If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker 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

Watch the money pile up

Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub

You know where we fucking be

[Chorus (2x)]

[Talking]

[Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga

In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga

G-Unit

"If I Can't"

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done

Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop

I'ma take it to the top

Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop

Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta

Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes

I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines

Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine

And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't 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, I'll lay your ass out

Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta

You could find a nigga sittin on chrome

Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)

[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done

Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop

I'ma take it to the top

Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]

I'm 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 you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"

OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO'

20 inch rims sitting on LOW PROS

Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO

Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"

Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain

G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood

G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?

I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act

I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map

With the mack, thinkin its all rap

Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"

(It's a wrap, nigga)

[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done

Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop

I'ma take it to the top

Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 3: 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, I'm dirty-dirty

I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?

When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines

Get locked up, they read books to pass the time

In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind

Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind

They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine

This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine

I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance

And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent

I'm 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

Fuck it

[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done

Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop

I'ma take it to the top

Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done

Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop

I'ma take it to the top

Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

Uh huh, hood make it hot

Dr Dre, Aftermath

Shady, ha ha

"Don't Push Me"

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Eminem)

[50 Cent]

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, crushing it's nothing

I come up with something

Come through your strip, fronting, stunting

It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning

Haters hate that I'm winnning

Man I've been hot from the beginning

Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy

'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fitting to catch a felony

Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping

Once I squeeze the first shot

No I aint stopping till my clip is empty

I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with

Fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke

Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga

Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling

[50 Cent]

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 something for your ass, keep thinking 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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

[Lloyd Banks]

I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry

To young to understand, the consequences of man

Living a lie, I gotta get that money

I'll be damned if If I'm bummy

Gotta watch my back around these niggas

'Cause they fronting 20 years

Of watching my mama's tears

Got me heated, heavily weeded

Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it

These niggas don't want me balling, they want me bury

Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry

Laying with bugs under my shirt

I got plans to hop up in that Hummer

'Cause I'mma stunner, I sit back and wonder

When them angels gon' call my number

Under, my chest is a heart of a lion

I ain't lieing , bounty hunters got me flying

With my iron, high as a giant

I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching

What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion

End of discussion

My blood is colder, so I'm bolder

And it's either soda

Hood on my my shoulder

Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier

[50 Cent]

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 something for your ass, keep thinking 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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

[Eminem]

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 gotta be

What you see on TV

What you hear on CD

What appears easy

Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers

In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies

Fronting like it's all fun and games

Till they shoot 'em up bang

Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing

Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying

I bully my way in this game, man I'm done playing

Man I'm done saying that I'm done playing

I'mma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers

There's no way I'mma back down, like a goddamn 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, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me

Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall?

I'll show you Marshall, I try to show you art

Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start

Showing you fucken old farts a whole other side

I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with

Some fucken marshmellow, little soft yellow

Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause

[50 Cent]

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 something for your ass, keep thinking 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 something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy

"Wanksta"

[Intro: 50 Cent]

It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50

Break it down

I got a lot of living to do before I die

And I ain't got tyme to waste

Let's make it

[50 Cent]

You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'

You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'

You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)

You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)

What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine

We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind

So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes

Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine

A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind

I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line

I'm fuckin with they mind

I make 'em press rewind

They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme

Been on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crime

I send you my line, I did it three ta nine

If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]

You said you a gangsta

But you neva pop nuttin

You said you a wanksta

And you need to stop frontin'

You go to the dealership

But you neva cop nuttin'

You been hustlin a long tyme

And you ain't got nuttin

[Verse 2]

Damn Homie, in highschool you was tha man, homie

What tha fuck happened to you?

I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha chedda

And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta

Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta

I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta

She look good but I know she after my chedda

She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her

Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet

We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step

Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out

Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]

Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta

Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me

Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta

But it's me you see on your TV

Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy

I'm gettin' 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 my heat

Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how?

We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow

What you know about AK's and AR 15's?

Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[Chorus 2X]