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"The Massacre" by Fifty
50 Cent returns, after the album with his crew and several features, with his second album for Aftermath. "The Massacre" is indeed his new solo album.
The cover picks up the idea of the previous album ("Get Rich or Die Tryin'") showing us the usual statue-like physique of the rapper (even though he has small shoulders :-) this time appearing to emerge from ice, and 50 confirms this impression by not straying from his style and genre, hardcore gangsta rap.
The productions are entrusted to various producers, including many big names who perform excellently. There are productions by Eminem (intro+3), Scott Storch (3), Hi-Tek (2), Dr. Dre & Mike Elizondo (2), J.R. "Rotem" (2), Needlez (2), C-Style & Bang-out (2), Buckwild (1), Cool & Dre (1), Black Jeruz & Sha Money XL (1), Disco D (1).
Excellent work from Scott Storch, a club king who creates very particular atmospheres and (for me) very beautiful ones (notably Candy Shop), the usual Dr. Dre who produces a truly stunning base in "Outta Control" and a hard track in "Gunz Come Out", and Hi-Tek, the most unique producer on the album, who delivers tons of style in beat form (listen to Ryder Music to believe it)...
Eminem and Needlez's efforts are decent, with the former going through highs and lows, while the latter produces two excellent pieces (notably "Piggy Bank"). Also noteworthy are the performances of Buckwild (in perfect Blackmoon style) and C-Style, while the others remain average. Regarding the beats, the album is quite satisfying with peaks of excellent level, although I miss a few more bangers from Dr. Dre (like in the first album).
As for 50 Cent, what more can be said that hasn't already been said... He's one of the most famous rappers at the moment, and with this album, he will surely make a splash again: there are great singles (Candy Shop, Disco Inferno), hard-hitting gangsta tracks ("I'm Supposed to Die Tonight", "Gunz Come Out"), and radio-friendly pieces ("So Amazing", which sounds like a Ja Rule and Ashanti song :-). Thus, the album is heterogeneous in its composition, there's everything needed to sell and be successful, and Fifty delivers the usual rhymes and gangsta-style lyrics, which are very tough but can get somewhat tiring over time...
In this album, the topics revolve around guns, money, and women (Gunz, Money and Bitches) in no particular order; the subjects are always the same. This could be logical given we're dealing with 50 Cent, the one who revived gangsta rap, but it still disappoints because it doesn't bring any innovation compared to the genre, the previous album, and others, even his own peers (see The Game), and at some points, he seems out of form... His style, however, remains high level: the best songs are "Outta Control", "Ryder Music", and "I'm Supposed to Die Tonight".
In summary, 50 Cent didn't exactly massacre me.... The album isn't bad, quite the opposite.... it's rather good but not a classic.
Track by Track:
1) Intro (produced by Eminem). Usual gangsta intro with lots of gunfire to describe the massacre.
2) "In My Hood" (produced by C-Style & Bang-out). Good start. Gangsta-style song with a fitting base and beat and with 50 giving his best with a nice flow. It describes how tough life is in the neighborhood: "In my hood niggaz got love for me / but I don't go nowhere without my strap".
3) "This is 50" (produced by Black Jeruz & Sha Money XL). Very beautiful base with raw sounds juxtaposed differently than usual to give a very hard and underground effect. In contrast, 50 Cent fails to be incisive not so much in the lyrics (the usual ego-trippin) as in the monotonous flow that doesn't quite convince.
4) "I'm Supposed to Die Tonight" (produced by Eminem). Beautiful piece with a captivating Eminem base that's slow at the right pace with 50 returning to his levels with hard and intimate lyrics at the same time, (along the lines of "21 Questions") and a nice chorus in perfect gangsta style.
5) "Piggy Bank" (produced by Needlez). Needlez's base is truly powerful and gives an extra edge to everything. Concerning the lyrics, it's pure fire as it's all a "dissing". Fifty disses Jadakiss and Big Pun for participating in a Ja Rule piece (historic enemy), then makes fun of Lil' Kim for her various surgeries and disses Kelis and Nas. No one can say anything to him because he is filthy rich and his records continue to sell just like those of his peers, even if he doesn't settle. "Bank's shit sells, Buck's shit sells, Game's shit sells, I'm rich as Hell" but "Yeah, Yeah get more money, more money..."
6) "Gatman & Robin" feat. Eminem (produced by Eminem). The base is good but the piece is underwhelming or at least one expected much more from Eminem who instead presents with an almost sung mono-chord style that disappoints a lot. The disappointment grows even more when comparing this song to the one on 50C's previous album (Patiently Waiting), which had shown strong chemistry between the two and resulted in a spectacular track with a fantastic Eminem verse. This song only leaves a bitter taste.
7) "Candy Shop" feat. Olivia (produced by Scott Storch). It won't be "In Da Club" (who doesn't remember it) but this new Fifty single is really well done with an "oriental" base by Mr. Scott Storch, who doesn't miss a beat and gives the right sound to this sure-to-be-successful club piece. Fifty, for his part, presents with a very explicit text helped by the sensuality of Olivia (the first singer contracted by G-Unit) who offers a good performance, especially "good" given the great video :-p.
8) "Outta Control" (produced by Dr. Dre & Michael Elizondo). One of the best bases on the album (in my humble opinion) could only be produced by the doctor from Compton, Dr. Dre, who provides an extraordinary rhythm and a perfect combination of sounds. Fifty also demonstrates an intriguing style, but the text is somewhat lacking, almost like a filler for the base, which ends up being the real protagonist. Great Dre!!!.
9) "Get in My Car" (produced by Hi-Tek). Nice soft and particular base by Hi-Tek... I don't like 50's rap here, though, as he nails a nice hook but presents some weak verses and a text too similar to the others that tires over time.
10) "Ski Mask Way" (produced by Disco D). Electronic base by Disco D that draws heavily from old school sounds where the rapper seems at ease, even if he still talks about his desire to make + money (?!). In summary, it seems a filler track that remains average.
11) "A Baltimore Love Thing" (produced by Cue thing). Underwhelming piece both for the base and the rap... 50 tends to deflate towards the end of what seems like a love song nonetheless aimed at a "bitch". Read to believe: "Let's make a date, promise you'll come to see me / Even if it means you have to sell ya' mama TV / I love you...".
12) "Ryder Music" (produced by Hi-Tek). This track represents the best blend between rap and base on the entire album. Hi-Tek's base is perfect and has a wonderful sound that magically fits Fifty's words, who finally in this piece manages to lock some nice stylish rhymes. As the title says, a song to be listened to while driving to be transported into the magical atmosphere of "Ryder Music" and into Fifty's success and as he says, woe to interrupt him. "In 99 I had a vision and made a decision / bein' broke is against my religion.".
13) "Disco Inferno" (produced by C. Styles & Bang-out). Another "Club Banger" very well done that 50 seems to appreciate a lot, mainly because of the nice "professionally made" base by C. Styles. A nice club track that will probably be the 2nd single, all to dance to.
14) "Just a Lil' Bit" (produced by Scott Storch). Beautiful base from regular Scott Storch, who creates the usual semi-oriental atmospheres which I like very much and that accompany 50's text well, as he seems to find the right chemistry with this producer.
15) "Gunz Come Out" (produced by Dr. Dre & Michael Elizondo). One of the hardest tracks on the album where 50 Cent takes the listener on a journey through New York showing how problems are solved in the street where if there's something wrong, "gunz come out". The text is really tough, accompanied by a DRE base that is really hard to digest but conveys the situation well. 16) "My Toy Soldier" feat. Tony Yayo (produced by Eminem). This piece picks up the title and some parts of the base from an Eminem song (who is the producer). The piece is fast and seems appreciated by 50, even though it remains average. Enhancing it is the feature of Tony Yayo (a member of the G-Unit, who I hadn't heard yet due to his long detention in jail). Tony gives us an exciting verse that surprised me a lot.
17) "Position of Power" (produced by J.R. "Rotem"). A piece with neither shame nor praise that quickly arouses the desire to move on, not because it's bad but because one understands immediately that it's a kind of piece in which 50 talks about the usual things.
18) "Build You Up" feat Jamie Foxx (produced by Scott Storch). Scott Storch in production again.... and doesn't miss a beat, despite not changing, his style "I really like a lot". Jamie Foxx is the novelty... it's difficult to find a singer's presence on a 50 record. It's a love song.
19) "God Gave Me Style" (produced by Needlez). In his style, Fifty thanks God for the talent he was given for a very soft song that also includes thanks to the reverend at the end.
20) "So Amazing" Feat. Olivia (produced by J. R. "Rotem"). A very radio-friendly R'N'B' piece that could be a single and shows a softened 50 Cent who doesn't say a bad word.
21) "I Don't Need 'Em" (produced by Buckwild). A very tough piece with a cement-hard base in the perfect raw style of the producer, where Fifty tells us about his arrest and his new enemies now that he is filthy rich.
22) "Hate It Or Love It (Remix)" feat. G-Unit (produced by Cool & DRE). Remix of the track already contained in The Game's album with the entire crew added on the same original base, which is still very beautiful.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 In My Hood (03:51)
Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
spray till there ain't a shell left in my heat
Ya niggas better lay down, yea i mean stay down
Get hit wit 8 round - ya ass ain't gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, yuh blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside motherf**ker
Where gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
Niggas'll eatcha ass up 'til yuh heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass
I wanna f**k - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor in my hand
My pistol in trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...
[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood
I dont trust a motherf**kin soul
When the D's come they fold
On my first case they told
Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya face
Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to race
'cause a robbery can turn into a homo-case
Cooperate a doc'll have to operate
B'cause I pop you run a light than pop at jake
Trust me son, niggas'll go hard for they cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These niggas be dummin
Shots go off at the dice game
All you see is them runnin
That make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the f**k am supposed to eat when its hot
[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood
The house party off the hook
Until them shots go off
Well thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
Shit, b!tch get outta pocket -
She needs some discipline
Peep the feins shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
Blaaow ... You know not to do good now
[Hook]
In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
A nigga juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood
04 I'm Supposed to Die Tonight (03:51)
[Intro - 50 Cent]
Ahh man
You know where the niggas be at right?
Take me to 'em
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
Its elementary, life is but a dream
You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
I'm supposed to die tonight
niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
I'm down to ride tonight
We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
Somebody gon' die tonight
07 Candy Shop (feat. Olivia) (03:29)
[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 the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
With one taste of what 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
Temperature risin, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho I'll be a nypmho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental,
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 her 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)
09 Get in My Car (04:05)
Artist: 50 Cent
Song: Get In My Car
[Intro]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it
I make it hot, motherf**kers freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don't f**k with you niggaz
My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggaz
I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I'ma let her get in
I don't play but I'm a playa till the motherf**kin' end {*gunshots*}
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do'
Bitch get in my car
[Verse 2]
Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh I'm the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain't ?? these hoes, man I'm bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it nigga I'm gon' take her
Backseat of my jeep, f**k till I f**k up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game f**k with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin'
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin' {*gunshots*}
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I'm high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough
Find out when you f**kin' broke, love won't get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me
They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed {*gunshots8}
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin' bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
10 Ski Mask Way (03:05)
Intro)
Yeah
I'm Tryin to catch me sumthin
I'ma catch you sumthin
(Chorus)
nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
(Verse 1)
You wanna spray at me? Go head
The last nigga that tried
Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
Ya little sister callin you stupid
Reason why?
Her and ya momma in the livin room now hog-tied
I came up wit two new ways to get rich I cant wait
Got a brand new cig and that old thirty eight
I be scheming to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watchin Dre serve skunk through the hole in the gate
I stick a nigga for his shine sell em' back the next day
You thought I really wanted ya pussy bitch please
This is stash house, jack pot, leave her them keys
My black g-unit hoody just reak of marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
Im serious man I'm so sincere
This the flow right here that f**ked up Jeffery's career
Make money, take money
Yeah nigga yeah
(Chorus)
nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
(Verse 2)
Whos dat peepin in my window
Wow
The feds on me now
They know when im sleepin
They know when im wake
I know they got my phone taped im screamin f**k jake
Im tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad news V-A now that sounds great
I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up
This towns one big pussy waitin to get f**ked
I holla at A-I peoples to get gats
They charged me 500 a piece for two macs
Then im back doin me
Im back out on a spree
Catch me n' niggas slippin out pumpin dat D
Give me a lil' crew I'll have em' pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name in N-Y they don't know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low key
(Chorus)
nigga that watch is nice
that's what you bought from me
that chain is nice
that's what you bought from me
them earrings is nice
That's what you bought from me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money
Make money, money, money
nigga if you ask me
It's the only way
Take money
Take money, money, money
11 A Baltimore Love Thing (04:17)
A Baltimore Love Thing
Drum roll ..
Intro: She loves me, She loves me not - yeah - She loves me not..
The fiends need me; I ain't around they bones ache
Detox, Rehab, cold sweats - watch 'em shake
I'm not that "genie-in-a-bottle"; I'm in a bag
Take one hit and slide off to the Land of 'H' man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryin' to leave me. You'll never live without me
Girl I'm missin' you. Come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon
Now put that needle to your arm, princess stick it in
Relapse I'm back, bitch don't ever try that again!
All the shit I did for you I made you feel good
We have a love thing; you treatin' this like it's just a fling
What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin',
But we have a bond and it's not to be broken!
Hook:
We got a love thing; girl you tryin' to leave me but you need me - can you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing; I can take you higher girl, f**kin' wit me you can be all you can be (2X)
Baby you know on the low your sister been eyein me
I'm good lookin', so you know, soon she'll be tryin' me
I heard she bisexual; she f**k with that girl
But boy oh boy f**kin' wit me is a whole 'nother world
After the first night she'll fall in love and then chase the feelin'
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote "Sexual Healing"
Kurt Cobain..we been good friends, Ozzy Osbourne too
I been with Rock Stars - see you lucky I'm f**kin' wit you
I chilled with Frankie Lyman, and Jimi Hendrix's crew
See, this is new to you, but to me, this ain't new
I live the lavish life. Listen, if the mood is right...
Me, you and your sister could do the do tonight
I never steer you wrong; you hyper I make you calm
I'll be your incentive, a reason for you to move on
Let's make a date; promise me you'll come and see me
Even if it means you'll have to sell your mama's TV
I love you, love me back - no one said lovin' me be easy
Hook (2X)
I love you.
I got you bare-footed on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back symbolizes my love
Your friends talk bad about me bitch...you sit there and listen to 'em
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional
They talk to you when you up; you down they got nuthin' to say
But when you call I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away
They set you up to let you down; they crowned you prom queen
They know about me; behind your back they call you a f**kin' fiend
Can we just be alone? So I can kiss and hug you
Push me inside you. No other man can love you like I do
Call me Daddy; I'll make you feel good - I mean real good
I find pleasure in pleasing you like a real man should
It was written long before us; it was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby, we were meant to be
There's more to life than laughter - what brought us together was fate
And we'll be hand in hand when you walk through those pearly gates
And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes.
Hook (2X)
12 Ryder Music (03:51)
50 Cent - Ryder Music Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah we can ride to this
Just lay back, crew
[Verse 1]
Here's a taste of my life, its bitter and sweet
I put my heart out to the sounds of the drums and the beat
I put my life on the line when I'm out on the street
Put my teflon on and roll with my heat
I keep my circle nice and small, I don't f**k with these clown niggas
In a race for the cheese, I run laps around niggas
Soon as I step on stage, the crowd applauds
Soon as my sneaker wear in stores, Reebok stocks sore
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell
The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel
The shit journalist write about me, get me confused
Have me feelin' like the heavy weight champ when he lose
I read somewhere, I'm homophobic shiiit
Go through the hood, there's mad niggas on my dick
Now we can get hostile or we can do this smooth
T&T around, I can still make blow move
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]
[Verse 2]
Last year, I woke up, a good look, damn it feels good
On the low, I done f**ked like half of Hollywood
Had your favorite actress from your favorite shows
In my favorite position, you know how it goes
In my Bentley bumpin' Prince shit "This is When Thugs Cry"
This is what it sounds like when hollow tip slugs fly
Homie, this is somethin' you can ride and smoke to
Stay on point, cause niggas will ride and smoke you
Jealousy's for women, but some niggas is bitch made
They make you wanna run across they head wit a switch blade
They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug
My flows crack you listen, your f**kin' brains on drugs
Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on the tec
Fool trippin' through the set, you can get ya ass whipped
Cards missin' out my deck, screws loose show respect
You try to come at me kid, your ass better come correct
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]
[Verse 3]
My mama gave birth to a winner, I gotta win
Pray to Lord, forgive me for my sins
Still thuggin', cruisin', rims gleamin'
Like the stones on my wrist
Zonin', guess this is how it feels to be rich
Homie, you hustlin' backwards if you chasin' a bitch
Stupid, chase the paper, they come with the shit
I'm fallin', in love with success
Entrepeneure, kinda sewer, I maneuver the best
Rowin', ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle
Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle
As wise men speak, I listen and learn
A man dies, a baby's born, my niggas the world turns
Rappers, I make 'em sick when I say I'm the shit
They mistake my confidance for arrogance, they hate on the kid
In '99, I had a vision and made a decision
Bein' broke is against my religion, now picked up
[Chorus x2]
This is what you call ryder music
All the gangstas are ridin' to it
Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it
When we ride to that ryder music (let's go)
[Let's go]
13 Disco Inferno (03:34)
1, 2, 3, LETS GO
little mama show me how you move it,
go head-putcha back into it,
Do your thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake...shh..shh..shake that ass girl (x2)
[Verse 1]
Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.
tha flow sounds sick over Dre' drums nigga,
I ain't stupid - I see Doc then ma dope come quicker.
Whoa!
Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that ass girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here.
Oooohh.
I'm so gutta, so ghetto, so hood.
So gully, so grimey, what's good?
Outside the benz on Dubs,
I'm in the club wit the snubs
don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'.
Uuuhhh.
[Hook x2]
little mama
show me how you move it,
go head-putcha back into it,
Do your thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. ..shh..shh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 2]
Let's party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let's party, everybody bounce with me.
Sip champagne, and burn a little greenery.
This hot.
Disco Inferno, let's go.
You are now rockin with a pro.
I get told to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.
Get my drink on then get on the dance floor.
Look homie I don't dance all I do is this.
It's the same 2-step with a lil' twist.
Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.
You mix a lil' green with a little Don Perignon.
And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on.
Hollerin' at this bitch in da club tryin' to get right,
we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.
[Hook x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it,
Go head- putcha back into it,
Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake...shh..shh..shake that ass girl.
[Verse 3]
You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds cos I stay grindin'.
Uh-huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe switchin lanes.[Ha Ha]
U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah.
N*gga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain.
G-Unit!
Next level now, turn it up a notch.
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco.
Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!
[Hook x2]
Lil' mama show me how you move it,
go head-putcha back into it,
Do ya thing like there aint nothin to it,
Shake...Shake..shh..shh..shake that ass girl.
14 Just a Lil Bit (03:57)
[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit
[Verse 1]
Damn baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil
bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin in the club
when you hear this shit
Drop it like its hot, get to workin
that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna
touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I
step up in the club, Im like who you with
G-Unit in the
house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah Im young, but a nigga from
the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin old
moves
I dont give a fuck, I do what I wanna do
I hit
your ass up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I
talk, nigga dont trip
Yo heat in the car, mines in this
bitch
I aint tryna beef, Im tryna get my drink on
Got
my diamonds, my fited, and my mink on
Ima kick it at the
bar till its time to go
Then Ima get shorty here and Ima
let her know
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is
a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can
head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a
lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take em off and pull em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin
and touchin a lil bit
Get to lickin and -- a lil bit
[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil
low, cause I twist the dro
Pockets on swoll cause I move
the Os
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya
bitch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the
club, Im off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the
time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, thats without a doubt
And
shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on
me Im like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she
can hear
System thumpin, party jumpin, I said loud and
clear
[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil
bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to
the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil
bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take em
off and pull em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin and
touchin a lil bit
Get to lickin and -- a lil bit
[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I
aint playin, Ima tryna fuck tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes
off, face down, ass up, cmon
[Chorus x2]
All a
nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a
lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can
show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants
just a lil bit
Take em off and pull em down a lil bit
Get to kissin and touchin a lil bit
Get to lickin and --
a lil bit
15 Gunz Come Out (04:24)
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm f**kin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 2]
In the hood, hoopty, hate low, niggas don't know I'm around
Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress
Hard niggas finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em
You cut 'em once and keep fight, f**k it just keep cuttin' em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel
F**k around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And the hand that feed em too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk
I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes
I'm cool but if there's a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don't know karate, but I split the bricks
I don't love 'em loverboy, we the shit bitch
[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
[Verse 3]
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infrared run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new macs and llamas
Got respect for human life but will accomadate you.
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future f**kin' with me, there's no tomorrow
niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit you wit hollows
[Chorus x2]
Ya'll niggas know (wut wut ya'll niggas know what I'm about)
Ya'll niggas know, find me at my do' when the guns come out
17 Position of Power (03:12)
[Intro]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha
[50 Cent]
Aww nigga don't trip
I'll kill ya if you f**k with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, you're whipped
Aww nigga don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna f**k with my clique
Aww nigga don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don't trip
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
murcielago top down, nigga damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas with gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they don't f**k with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50, shit its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one 'cause
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, pirrellis on the Porsche chirpin'(I'm kaing movies)
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas with gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You f**k around if you wanna
21 I Don't Need 'Em (03:20)
[Intro]
Yeah
It is what it is man
Uh huh
[Verse 1]
Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack
Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
First to let off, last to run, everytime its on
[Chorus]
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'
[50 Cent]
What, niggas yeah
Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
Oh yeah
That's what I thought so, pussy
[Verse 2]
niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie
nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit
Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin
What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started
Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at
Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya
[Chorus]
I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're never around
When I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'
[Outro]
What?
Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
You must be out your rabbid ass mind
22 Hate It or Love It (G-Unit remix) (feat. The Game, Tony Yayo, Young Buck & Lloyd Banks) (04:22)
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