Текст песни 50 Cent feat Young Buck - I'll Whip Ya Head Boy

[Chorus 2x]
I'll whip yo head boy!!
You know I will....
I'll whip yo head boy!!
Wit tha back of the steel....
I'll whip yo head boy!!
Yo cap could get peeled....
I'll whip yo head boy!!
Yo ass could get killed....
[50 Cent]
Two n*ggaz in the front, two n*ggaz in the back
That's four n*ggaz ridin strapped in grandpa's cadillac
The voice in my head say "F*ck all these n*ggaz"
Then I start thinkin.... "I should rob all these n*ggaz"
Man my homies, they wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wanna eat, they say "Shit we wan' eat too"
Let's ride around, find a n*gga stuntin' on front street
Wit the shines on, n*ggaz be lookin like lunch meat
I run up on a n*gga, pop one on the floor
Tell em' come up off that shit fore' we start poppin some more
F*ck a ski-mask, man n*ggaz know who I is
I got a full clip and, n*ggaz know I gets biz
[Chorus 2x]
[50 Cent]
I'm up early in the morning, tryna make a move
You comin in when ya shorty take ya lil one to school
Even though she caused the drama, you love ya baby mama
I hit her wit the lama, to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
If she don't know it...Damn! ok we'll wait
I'll play wit yo kid on the couch while ya b*tch on the phone
Wit the gun to her head sayin "Daddy come home"
You was rollin poppin bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
Had the whole shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle, and God might be hearing you
And the nine'll jam, right in my hand
[Chorus 2x]
[Young Buck]
Ooooh!
I got his homies screamin "Buck you need to calm down"
N*ggaz be gettin killed everytime you come around (Yeah!)
We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground
She askin God "What my baby done did now?"
I'm taking everything, jewelry, I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall (Give me that n*gga!)
F*ck waitin, we gon' start waitin on tomorrow (Huh!)
So ask satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
Jack him for his chain and I can get a new jaguar (Whoa!)
The mac'll have his brains all over the f*ckin sidewalk
And I'mma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault
March n*gga step! (Step!)
Right n*gga left! (Left!)
G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin to my death motherf*cker!
[Chorus 2x]

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Текст песни 50 Cent feat Young Buck - Blood Hound

[50 Cent]
G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em Buck
[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my name
Man I ain't f*ckin' playin'
I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off that watch and chain
Fo' I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)
See me I put in work. Man, I been doin' dirt
For so long then n*ggas get laid out (laid out)
N*ggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid
That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out)
Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip
Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn)
When witnesses around, they know how we get down
So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn)
My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snowy, sleet or rain
Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)
I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit that's the gang
Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at)
[Hook x2]
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though
[Young Buck]
I came in this game knowin' n*ggas gon' hate me
Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida')
I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn
I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya)
When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up
Your n*ggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya)
Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's
You better stay in line bro' (in line bro')
Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it
I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro')
Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum
And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that iron for (iron for)
I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished
But for now, they can’t stop us (can’t stop us)
And I admit it, I live it
I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherf*ckin' choppa'
[Hook x2]
[50 Cent]
My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin'
And you hear n*ggas call me grimy (grimy)
They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit
I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me)
When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down
I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn)
If you ain't got a gun, and you can't f*ckin' run
My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn)
But if you get away and come back another day
My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn)
Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay
And we'll come checkin' through your set mayn (set mayn)
Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head
I ain't payin' no f*ckin' debt mayn (debt mayn)
Cause you's a middle man. What you don't understand?
You's a f*ckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn)
[Hook x2]

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