Kansas Lyrics - 50 Cent Songs Lyrics

Yeah
It is what it is son niggas can’t stand it
Just my fifth rapper nigga, Been rounded by the planet
Shawty said welcome to miami, A friend said welcome to miami
Just easy got puffing the back yard
Back to back porsche a nigga said hard
I love money nigga just dove money
? Sacramental it’s your money
Be nothing nigga i’m your puff
Go hundred rack on a?
I told she want me, If i want the hoe i get the hoe and?
Forget the hoe, Let the hoe and be a hoe pimp
Pay the grant, i’m a fly nigga?
About flashin, But you’re rollin nigga tell me
Nigga can you buy that, I’m the biggest nigga
South side means is fake?
I told em nigga suck a dick quick ‘cause i’m stretchin

I make you double up, Flip flops and?
I i i get it i got to get more
I make you double up, biggest?
Soon and badly?
Maybe double up

Hey?
Get the big shwty the ice
I’ma show you how i do the shit
You think you know what i’m doing
But i know what i’m doing
We don’t ? The south of the boarder
With drug lugs
Tryin put a harder in the drug wood
?
Jay z this is what happens, When you disrespecting us
And cut em mother f*cker here, Right in front of us
That’s when i said i’m going back to cally
My man said he going back to cally
I know some?
I’m cool with, I’d rather come and slang
And come to deal with this bullshit ‘cause i am gonna budge
Pay me a dodge nigga ain’t no love, niggas know who they owe
My number ain’t changed bitch front door bitch serve su when you?
Quick
Couldve put in the right chest close rain shit
Watch you down slow let you know Who you plan with
F*ck all that swear to god promise to brand shit i aint’ to?
?
I 50 they can’t shit
Passengers sats they gonna say this
?
We don’t drug the?
Dealin we?
Before i say you played me, I’m going to your house
And get killed there blow, Your f*cking brains out
You gotta bring your ass to get some
You gotta make cast to spit some
And i ain’t a victim of f*cker?

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Lay Down Lyrics - 50 Cent Songs Lyrics

Move the fuck out the way, This might be ? Today
Don’t wanna play now I’m on the road, that’s
Where i plan to stay Forget the badge you made
And lay down

Nigga better watch what the fuck you say to me
Tricks are for kids don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, i ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
? Nigga it’s ok with me
Never fall but always stay with me
You’ll get smoked, i ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit

Nigga that was my mama crack spot I got birth rights
I lay a nigga out on the turf nice Fuck a fist fight
Shit shift all of sudden, duke ?
Curtain
Lord have mercy, jesus, lord have mercy
I bet this hurts you like it hurts me, it hurts
Hard as hell when that gunpowder burning
What goes around don’t come around
When i’m putting work in nigga swallow your pride and run?
Stick around?

Move the fuck out the wayn This might be?
Today, Don’t wanna play now
I’m on the road, That’s where i plan to stay
Forget the badge you made and lay down

I don’t know you what the fuck you wanna say to me
I’m telling you niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, i ain’t for the bullshit
Got the chrome bulldog for that bullshit
Body on the ground it’s ok with me
I make examples so niggas don’t play with me
You’ll get smoked, i ain’t for the bullshit
44 bulldog for that bullshit

I got a gun fetish, choppa in the trunk
I shoot a duck flying right out the sky
? A nigga 8 out of 8 of moving targets 16 in the clip
I’ll dump them all in your whip you think i’m joking
I’m not you’ll find out when that glock get to dumping
And your back get hot I got a temper
You don’t wanna test my patienceand end up doc’s new patient
Stump your head on the pavement
You try and come at me on some wave shit

Move the fuck out the way this might be ? Today
Don’t wanna play now I’m on the road
That’s where i plan to stay
Forget the badge you made and lay down

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Swag Lyrics - 50 Cent Songs Lyrics

My swag on ten i gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?

First it was the glock going hand to hand
Then i got to moving the gram by gram
Your boy get bread, that’s without a doubt
One by one, i knocks them out

I get that paper nigga, i get that paper
Benz on chrome shoes, crib sitting on mad acres
If i don’t get it on this time
I’ll get it on the next flip
Ball blowing them bottles
And creep off with the next bitch
It’s recreation all, when it’s nothing to do
Fuck up a hater or two, or send a nigga at you
Gem star will scratch you, ...you’re just a rapper
In fact, you’re a regular rapper
Say the wrong line and i’ll get your ass wrapped up
Bass line bumping, whole spot dumping
Like … to my niggas, get the …pumping
I blow bread nigga, heavy bread
It was rip to big now heavy dead
Now all the fat bitches ask if it was something…

My swag on ten i gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, i blow, i blows the bread
My swag on ten i gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten i gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, i blow, i blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, i blow, i blows the bread

And i be swagging all day, i be swagging all day
I’m from ny, but i fuck with…
When i’m out in the bay feels like home sweet home
Now niggas can’t fuck with the shit i’m on
Warrup…don’t get it fucked up
A nigga spot pumping out, get you stuck up
Out of habit, i got bad habits
Sem autos, and fully automatics
Click clack it, ra-ta-ta-tat it,
Clap clap shit, reload, clap clap shit
I been doing this i don’t need practice
I been doing this i don’t need practice

My swag on ten i gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, i blow, i blows the bread
My swag on ten i gets the green
People always saying that the hell is that mean?
My swag on ten i gets the green
People always saying what the hell is that mean?
I get, gets the bread, i blow, i blows the bread
I get, gets the bread, i blow, i blows the bread

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Planet 50 Lyrics - 50 Cent Songs Lyrics

If she’s your number one and if she’s your everything
Why would you pick up the phone when i call to talk to me?

You know you won’t play with a nigger
I fly out to spend the day with a nigger
First flight, front seat and first class…
So you’ll be fit for a king
When you step on the scene it’s alexander mcqueen
It’s a ghetto fairy tale I’ll be your night in shining armor
Bright light, city life I’m sure you… new york would be
From mad dogs… to the expensive shit
..till my nickname sets fifth adison ain’t my friend
Baby i ...your smile myself wanna capture the moment
When you ...I’mma just shoot that over
Your brown eyes, them chocolate thighs
Make me wanna sing good lord
Is this adam and eve happening again?

We could get all day, all night twisted up, get right
…that cush, in my hood so good roll it up
..now you’re in my world now you’re in my world!

Listen shawty, this is my forplay without the touching
You can say it’s my fault... I feel you coming
..i make you wanna take your clothes off
Twenty twenty… i’m feeling that car...
I want the best, can you be the best for me
Can my vision and your ambition make the perfect receipt
Let’s take a walk on the wild side and...
And my mind ten times, i don’t... So if you’re thinking
What i’m thinking, let me know... I’m a gambler man
Talking about life not dicing and i look in your eyes...
Going down tonight you can show me what you’re into
As i get into, kissing, licking switching position
Acting like a nympho round after round I show you how i put it down...

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When I Pop The Trunk Lyrics - 50 Cent Songs Lyrics

Nigga no wait, no time box, no funeral
Just 9 shots, take top 5, plus ...4
You got 50, out of war

Who i’m abouts, with my ops they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him it’s click clack pop pop
When i pop the trunk it’s click clack pop pop
When i pop the trunk who i’m abouts, with my ops
They wanna dump him I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when i pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop hen i pop the trunk

Think i got him, 10 shots follow the trail of the blood drops
Fuck the police, better talk to a lawyer
Nigga you bleeding bad, yeah you bleeding bad
Your rolex soaked like the cortex in your neck
It’s gonna get dark where’s the cops
When you fucking need them?
That blood feeling your lungs boy I see you weezing
The harder you tryna run you mug leaking you could have found
Something better to do this weekend I got an ...
burn your face off properly, guns ammo, knife rambo, nightmare
Wake up on right there, You hellbound, hell yea

Who i’m abouts, with my ops they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him it’s click clack pop pop
When i pop the trunk it’s click clack pop pop
When i pop the trunk who i’m abouts, with my ops
They wanna dump him I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when i pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop when i pop the trunk

Talk that shit now I love it when you front
Eating all that pussy guess cat got your tongue
Open up your mouth when...
... Out the back of your neck like raise the …
I’m too small to fight you can swing all you want
I box with the ox, you drop, i swing once
This is a sad scene at least you die happy
Next lick eater looking like you was smiling at me
Tell a nigga…bitch i’m from... Street
If you holler gangsta shit, come get at me
I sprint like athletes in the ...League

Who i’m abouts, with my ops they wanna dump him
I wanna dump him it’s click clack pop pop
When i pop the trunk it’s click clack pop pop
When i pop the trunk who i’m abouts, with my ops
They wanna dump him I wanna dump him
It’s click clack pop pop when i pop the trunk
It’s click clack pop pop when i pop the trunk

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OJ Lyrics - 50 Cent Songs Lyrics

50 Cent
Put on my o.j. Gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home
And go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.

Kidd Kidd
I’m smoking up my lungs, This liquor drowning my liver
I’m now using these prescriptions these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass niggas in a sewer
Master splinter, Sound like my phone is bugged
Give a nigga the jitters, I don’t give a fuck
Tell the pigs to kiss my shitter, Yeah i’m kind of thinner
But goddam you’re jeans are slimmer I don’t want you round my children
You look like a sex offender planet of the apes, i’m a g unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers proly sue you when you hit them
See i’m not what you used to I aint soo woo, i aint crippin’
I’m a rider gang nigga we gonn get it where we fit it

50 Cent
Got a new bitch that’s so bad Yeah she don’t know what she doin’
And her ass so round and fat when she touch me i’m like boooing!
I won’t hit and i won’t tell so i don’t wanna flip a coin
I don’t kiss it, i don’t tell so her close friend she can join
They don’t call me from the pens that’s to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing get a rider gang, it’s still glowing
And my neck and my wrist, And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing and the lambo ain’t got no top
It aint summer yet but it’s hot you gon lose the speech
When you hit the streets and you see the bitches i got
You better believe it’s real from the philippines to brazil
Lil mexican chica, i want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure 100% uncut, now nigga you know wassup

Kidd Kidd
Mjg, bitch i got them 8 balls 4 door garage, bitch i need 8 cars
They want me locked up, They singing like akon
Her shatter, like a ?
On, Bitch my life right and
You niggas dead wrong, I would take your head on
So you can see me head on, I’m gettin’ my air blown
You know what her head on, She got my head gone
Shit i’m bout to head home, ? That’s my destination
Still street, Never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I’m ’bout to do some catering

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