Ghetto Like A Motherf*cker - 50 Cent

[50 cent - Verse 1]
Imagine I was broke right now
Saying damn, where my friends go
Cat burgler style, I`m coming through your window
Bitch I`m so focused, n-gga I`m so focused
Slim chance I`ma go backwards to kill roaches
Be quiet, you can see the rats in the wall
Make you need to pump crack til you stack racks
The dope bring the bread in, shawn sister, she hoeing

50 CENT - 6 OUT OF 6 LYRICS

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Times running out, I'ma get ya boy

[50 cent - verse 1]
I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
That beef I make it, n-ggas I gets down
Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
I bet when I force it, n-ggas scatter
The hoes, that's a wholly different story
Find out the baby aint mine, right there on maury
Me I have the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
That's 36 o's of love, give me kiss, give me love
Get to talk in codes, the phones bugged
This ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
*tu, tu, tu* I'm on ya head with the beam
So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them gucci loafers
You're f-cking with the incorrect one
The substantial one that god gave the gift
Stop the hater shit, you wanna have it
Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch

[Hook]
Tell me how do you wish it, the tongue or the razor
You running, I'm coming to get you boy
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You can hide if you need but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I'ma get ya boy
(Freeway)
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
We get gully and we get money
Them schemin' ass chicks can't get shit from me

[50 cent - verse 2]
Rain drops from heaven the angels cryin'
It's raining outside, envision my gun firin'
Red and white flashes, the police coming
N-gga you aint hittin' none, why the f-ck are you running
I have your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
Where's teh love, I don't know but here's the snub
Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
You know it's actually not deserving it
To f-ck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent
Don't cry we all die
It's simply a count of time
N-gga one scene from the club will shatter your spine
Uh, the death of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee
F-ck around I will draw you
Run from me, I will see you
Forgot I'm nice, I will prompt you

[Hook]

[50 cent]
One, two, fifty coming for you
Three, four, better lock ya door
Five, six, grab ya crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stick up late
The monsters back
Yeah, I take a target
So I can hit their head
I'm nice!

50 CENT - HAPPY NEW YEAR LYRICS

After 2 bottles of Moet and two bottles of Rose Don`t dare say naught to me, you n-ggas don`t love me It`s ebony and ivory, the white boy, the negro boy Eminem and Fifty who the f-cks with me and Micky There`s hollow`s in my tongue, Kush smoked in my lung Codeine in my cup, look I don`t have a f-ck I took X and viagra now dick all, shining like diamonds floating around in my ?

Eminem- Crack A Bottle Lyrics (feat. Dr. Dre, 50 Cent)

O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where`s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I find there`s so many of em And there`s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse`s kicking up dust. It`s on till the part of morning And we`re starting this company from dusk

OK_ let`s go

Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk Fix your musk, you`ll only be another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt. Lick the fumunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the back the way that it looks It`s a must I save my name n haters get mushed. Bitches lust. Man they know me when I lay in the cut. Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some paper cut. Now show us. it`s ridiculous you swearing at the thought Cause when I spit the verse the sh-t Gets worse then Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the language as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as bare as nursery rhymes It`s elementary. The elephants have entered the room. I guess to say we`re the center of attention it`s genuine Not to refer back with a vengeance so here`s the point Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio`s back on you hoes.

[Chorus: Eminem] So offer a bottle, let your body waddle Don`t act like a snobby model you simply hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where`s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I find there`s so many of em And there`s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse`s kicking up dust. It`s on till the part of morning And we`re starting this company from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

[Dr. Dre] They see that low rider go by they`re, like Oh my! You ain`t got to order me why you`re sick have I know why. I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre. I`m an itch that they can`t scratch, they`re sick of me. But hey, what else can I say? I know LA. Cause over and above all, it`s merely another day And this one begins where the final one ends. Pick up where we left off and get smashed again. I`ll be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz. Driving about with a smashed front end Lets cash that one in. Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The sin if I know. Do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions Garage looks like Precision Collision. Or Maaco beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

So offer a bottle, let your body waddle Don`t act like a snobby model you simply hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where`s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I find there`s so many of em And there`s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse`s kicking up dust. It`s on till the collapse of dawn And we`re starting this company from dusk

And I have great joy in introducing: 50 Cent

[50 Cent] It`s bottle after bottle The money ain`t a thing when you party with me It`s what we into it`s simple We ball out of control like you wouldn`t believe I`m the napalm the bomb the don I`m King Kong Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on I`m so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want Nigga on and on till the collapse of what Get the newspaper man I`m caking you live I don`t have a bed I pass it like it don`t mean nothing Blow it like it`s supposed to be blown Mother loveer I`m grown I stunt I style I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I wish so what I trick Fat ass burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy Choos shoes I say move a bitch move

So offer a bottle, let your body waddle Don`t act like a snobby model you simply hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where`s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I find there`s so many of em And there`s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse`s kicking up dust. It`s on till the collapse of dawn And we`re starting this company from dusk

[Eminem- Crack A Bottle Lyrics (feat. Dr. Dre, 50 Cent)]