[50 Cent - Intro]
[Shady!]
Yeah...
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know..
We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know..
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know..
We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know..
[50 Cent - Chorus]
You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but actin' like you don't know
[50 Cent]
Now homie i say i run it run it cuz i'm in control
Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patrone (Yeah!)
i have you feelin' aight, i get you high as a kite
party poppin' shorty said she's comin' with me tonight (Whooooohooo!)
i ain't shoulder leanin', i ain't snappin' and poppin'
either i'm bobbin' my head or i'm just standin' there watchin' [Uh Huh!]
i'm a hustler i hustle, you can tell that i'm paid
and i protect what i got, i'm in the house with my blade
nigga you front you gon' get it, ok now maybe i said it
cuz i want you triddip, yeah i be on that shiddit
you should see when i'm stuntin' i flash the stones that be wantin' (Haha!)
push the whip see me rollin', you can tell that i'm holdin'
i'm just doin' my thang, you know The Units the game
i got my grimy Shady with me you front you'll have to get me
off your ass (Yeah!), i pay the lawsuit and laugh (Haha!)
it's not a big deal it's nuttin' but some cash.. [Bring The Hook Back!]
[50 Cent - Chorus]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough [Fifty]
And you know but actin' like you don't know [G-UNIT!]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough [Yeah!]
And you know but actin' like you don't know
[Eminem]
When me and Fif got together to do this music
the more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it (Haha)
it's no pretend shit, it's friendship, me nemisis is your nemisis
ain't for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images [Come On!]
but this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out (Whoooo!)
when it's beef you jus' gotta know when to butt in and butt out
if there's a problem we solve it, if we don't resolve it
it just usually jus' evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it [Yeah!]
we should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit
and wear it like a badge with honour, pass it around and share it
and let it go to whoevers holdin' the most current peep on their shoulders
and their soldiers got their backs till it's over
but tonight, we ain't comin' here to beef with nobody
we came to party, Banks, Cashis and Mr. Ferrari
so it's Shady After-mizz-ath back in that ass, you izz-ass [Yeah.. Come On!]
come hizzere what kinda fizz-uckin' position is that.. (Haaa!)
[50 Cent & Eminem - Chorus]
Who run it? [You know, you actin' like you don't know]
I tear the club up fo' sho
[This flow is gon' bring more dough]
And you know but actin' like you don't know
Who run it? [I said you know, you actin' like you don't know]
I tear the club up fo' sho
[This flow is gon' bring more dough]
And you know but actin' like you don't know {Cashis, Break It Down Now!}
[Cashis]
Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay
slumped over bleedin', JFK
HK to your chest plate
cave out and ride till the death, do you rep that way
forever i'ma be a Shady 7-4 Gangster
plus i survived everything you got in that chamber
i thrived off-a danger, jumpin' in all beef
you keep talkin' shit, now the squad called me.. [Banks!]
[Lloyd Banks]
Enough holdin' back the steam (Uh), Em let off a magazine
Dappadon Cappa-queens, mixed in with Cashis Creams (Yeah)
started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
tellin' ain't my cup of tea, can't tell i'm a fuckin' G [Uh Huh!]
i'ma hold a 'Matic, when i'm at it, start static and you splattered
shit shattered, i'm a walkin' bitch magnet [Oh!]
spit it how i live it, live it all the way to the limit
and i'm always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it.. [Come On!]
[50 Cent - Chorus]
We run it! You know, you actin' like you don't know [Whoa!]
I tear the club up fo' sho [Fo' Sho!]
This flow is gon' bring more dough [More Dough!]
And you know but actin' like you don't know [Don't Know!]
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know [Yeah!]
I tear the club up fo' sho
This flow is gon' bring more dough
And you know but actin' like you don't know
Who run it?
[Outro]
You know what this is..
Shady.. G-Unit.. Aftermath..
Lloyd Banks.. Cashis.. Marshall Mathers.. Ferrari F-50..
Its a movement.. You can't stop it..
Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo..
Go....... |
[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah... Uh huh So seductive [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick my dick Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one suck the wad I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can have it your way, how do you want it You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it Tei'm horny, okay lets go to the next level Dance floor jam packed, hot as a underwear I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple If you be a hoe I'll be a hoe On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider I'm a seasoned fit when it come to this shit After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha) [Chorus] [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 slow Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before Cause I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone I touch the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she winds Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone [Chorus 2x] [Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia] [50 Cent] I take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollypop Go 'head girl, don't you stop Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Olivia] I'll take you to the candy shop Boy one taste of what I got I'll have you spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) |
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty- ish yo birthday we gon party like ish yo birthday We gon sip bacardy like its yo birthday and u noe we dun give a fuck if that's yo birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me 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 taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed When i pull out up front u see the benz on dub's When i roll 20 deep is 20 knives in the club Niggas heard i fuck with dre now they wanna show me love When you sound like eminem and the hoez they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's Up i see xzibit in the cut that nigga roll the weed up If you watch how i move you mistake me fo a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but i dont walk wit a limp in the hood when the ladys saying 50 you hot they like me, i want them to love me like they love Pac but how them new york, niggas tell ya im loco when the plan is to put the rap game in a choke-hold im feelin focus man, my money on my mind got a mill. out the deal and im still on the grind Now shorty said she feelin my style she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go..(Ya ok You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed Mah flow, Mah show, brought me the dough, that bought me all my fancy things, Mah Crib, mah cars, Mah pools, Mah jewls, look nigga i done came up and i aint change And you should love it, way more then you hate it nigga you mad, i thought that you'd be happy i made it Im that cat by the bar, toasting to the good light You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back ride When it dark, Well be pumping in the club, its on now wit my eyes on my bitch, if she smiles, she gone if the roof on fire, let that mothafucka burn if u talken about money homie, i aint concern imma tell you wat Banks told me cause go ahead switch the style up if niggas hate, then let em hate n watch the money pile up or we go upside ur there wit a bottle of bub you know where we fucking B You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, look mami i got the X if you into taken drugs, im in there having sex i aint into maken love, so come give me a hug, if u in there gettin rubbed ha ha ha ha Dont act like u dont know who we be neitha' nigga we in da club all da time nigga if itz a problem pop off nigga G unit |
Get Rich or Die tryin (Chorus 2x) I don’t know what u heard about me But a bitch can’t get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms u can’t see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P (Verse1) Now shorty she in da club, she’s dancing for dollars She got a thing for that gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She’s feeding fools fantasies they pay her cuz they want her I spit a little G man and my game got her A hour later had her ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in they ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cuz I’m from New York I aint that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some head I’m that nigga trying to holla cuz I want some bread I could care less how she perform while she in the bed Bitches that try catch a date and come and play the kid Look baby this is simple u cant see, u fucking with me u fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus 2x) (Verse 2) I’m by my money u see, girl u can holla at me If you fucking with me, I’m a P-I-M-P Not what u see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair bitch I’m a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch some TV From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne, and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you need some one, I’m the one u should call Ill be there to pick u up if ever u should fall If you got problems I could solve them, they big or they small That other nigga u be with aint about shit I’m your friend, your father, your confidant, BITCH (Chorus 2x) (Verse 3) Shorty I told u fools before, I stay with the twos I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe till I got a bitch confused She got on payless, me I got on gator shoes I’m shopping for Chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this ho, you could have her when I’m done I aint gonna keep her Man bitches come and go, every nigga and pimp they know They say mystique but you aint gotta keep it on the low Bitch tutor me how u strippin in the street Put my other hoes down u get your ass beat Now lick my bottom bitch, u always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe outta pocket I put a charge on the bitch Cuz I need 4 TVs and they Mgs for a 6 Hoe make the pimp rich, I aint payin bitch Catch a dick, such a dick shiiiiiit...trick (Chorus 2x) Yea, In Hollywood they say there’s no business like show business In the hood they say there’s no business like ho business U know See I talk a little fast, but if u listen real fast I aint gotta slow down for u 2 catch up BITCH Hahaha, Yea |
[Intro: 50 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' We said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (yeah) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I wont run up on you with the 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 that 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 We 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 high school 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]Cent] |