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50 Cent "I Get Money"
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 1] I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it For billions, what the f**k? Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, Who the f**k cares Im stanky rich Ima die tryna spend this shit Southside's up in in this bitch Yeah i smell like the vault I used to sell dope I did play the block Now i play on boats In the south of France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, f**k the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood clot, chop ya leg" Do not f**k with the kid I get biz wit the cigg I come where you live Ya dead!
[Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
[Verse 2] You can call this my new shit But it aint new tho I got rid of my old bitch Now i got new hoes First is was the Benzo Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry! I keep blowin up! (Oh!!) They call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click breakdance Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, "who wan get it crackin?!" I was young, i couldnt do good Now i cant do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag I just buy the new Jag Now nigga why you mad? Oh you cant do that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like my style Ha ha im headin to the bank right now
[Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a teflon Don, but i run New York When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk I I get it, In the hood if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya im bout my bread I I get it, Round the world if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya they love the kid I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa.. I get money, money is got Im back on the streets man, I get money, money is got Im bringin the heat man, I get money, money is got Im on my grind, Money I got, money is got Like all the time, I get money, money is got Tryna stop my shine, I get money, money is got Ill cock my 9 Dont get outta line, Money I got, money is got I said dont get outta line I I get it.. I I get it.. Yeah, yeah.
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yeahh ese fifty "Hate It Or Love It (G-Unit Remix)"
[Intro] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope Tossed and turn in my sleep at night Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 2 - The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd 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 better get up outta mine Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend And it seems your 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
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Bridge - 50 Cent] From the beginnin' to end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change But its stayin' the same
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is with ya When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score And if not, then that'll be me on the floor
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 4 - Tony Yayo] I started out at fifteen, scared as hell I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces Mama whipped me and when she found my pieces I look back on life and think God I'm blessed We the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Verse 5 - Young Buck] You know I'm still nice with my cooked game Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time, homie I'm still all good Let me show what a thug that born to die I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five And I ain't even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
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