Get Rich or Die Tryin' lyrics

G-Unit (What)
We in here (What)
We can get the drama popping
We don't care (What, what, what)
It's going down (What)
'Cause I'm around (What)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What up, Blood (What)
What up, Cuz (What)
What up, Blood (What)
What up, Gangstaaa

[Verse 1]
They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest

(feat. Lloyd Banks)

[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son

[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come

[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love

[Chorus]
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit
Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

[Skit]
"Aye you want some of this shit"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit"
"And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga"
"Man SHUT the fuck up"
"Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down"
"You see that brick house right there"
"That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up"
"I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight" [a car revs up]
[gunshots]

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines

Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN

[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna

[50 Cent]

(Uh huh) I know you like my style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down

(Uh huh) I know you like style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
I know you like my style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down

Wanna get rich I'll show you how

Wanna get rich I'll show you how

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow

Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe

[Verse 1]
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie
My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends
My whip saying quit playing bitch get in
My earring saying we can hit the mall together
Shorty its only right that we ball together
I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow

I need you to pray for me and

I need you to care for me and

I need you to want me to win

I need to know where I'm heading,'cause I know where I've been

Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing
I come up with something

Come through your strip, fronting, stunting

It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning

Haters hate that I'm winnning

Man I've been hot from the beginning

[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

[50 Cent]
Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked

[Intro: 50 Cent]
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'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

[Verse]
Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
... And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For bitches who don't know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

[Verse One]
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now

feat. MOBB DEEP)

Havoc Intro
Yeah

50 Cent Intro
Oh Yeah..
What the fuck you lookin at shorty?!
Hahaha...
You don't want it lil' nigga..

50 Cent Chorus
If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang
If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mines man
I put a hole in a nigga i aint motherfuckin playin'

50 Cent Intro-
This is how we do it, when we do it
like we just wanna tear the club up
we do it like there aint nothin to it
the way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up!
Lets Go!

Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus-
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to,
(GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B!

Intro
Hahahahahaaa
Yeah Nigga
The Smoke of New York
Get up Come On
Ah

50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame..
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight

[Snoop Dogg]
Yea you did it again my nigga fo shizzle dizzle

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go Sactown

Its your Kings, we gonna party likes its the Finals

Yo we gonna party like, its the Finals
And you know we dont giva damn cause we Sactown

You can see them on the court, passin' on da dimes

We got all the punch you need, Peja's throwin' up the threes

To be sure when we win it all we can inflate the Lakers balls

"50 Cent feat. Lloyd Banks
Many Men (Wish Death)

[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker!
[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come...

[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck?!

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me

(Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a mother

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come

[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what in the world?!?!?!

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

Go go go
go go go go kiss, its your birthday
we gonna party like its your birthday
c'mon everybody its kisses birthday
so turn this station up cause its you birthday!

[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
mamma I got what you need if you need to feel the buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

(Intro)
Go shorty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip on Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a [...], it's not your birthday

(Chorus X 2)
Find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Ma, I got what you need if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug, if you into gettin' rubbed

Go, go, go

go, go, go, go Shawty

It's ya Birthday

We're gonna party like it's ya Birthday

We're gonna sip Bacardi like it's ya Birthday
And u know we don't give a fuck it's not you're Birthday

[Chorus x2]

U can find me in da Club bottles full of bub

Look mammi, I got the X if ya in to taking drugs

I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into making love

Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Shorty

It's you're birthday

We gonna party like

It's you're birthday

We gonna sip Bacardi
Like It's you're birthday

And You know we don't give a f*ck

It's not you're birthday

Chorus (x2)

You can find me In Da Club

Bottle full of Bub

Momma I got what you need

If you're into feeling buzzed

I'm into having sex I ain't into making love

Yeah, ha ha, yeah, yeah

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

I apply pressure to -- that stuntin' I pop
Stand alone -- I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but --

[50 Cent]

New York City,

you are now rappin' with 50 Cent

you gotta love it

I just wanna chill and twist a lot

Catch suns in my 745

You drive me crazy, shorty I

Need to see you and feel you next to me

I'll provide everything you need and I

Like your smile, I don't wanna see you cry

Got some questions that I gotta ask and I

Hope you can come up with the answers babe

-- 50 Cent * ft. [ Brooklyn ] --

Many Men wish death upon me blood in my eyes dawg

and I cant see, I'm trying to be destined what I'm destined

to be and niggas tryna take my life away I put a whole in a
nigga for fucking wit' me my back on the wall now you gon'

see you better watch what you say when you talk about me,

coz I'll come and take your life away many men.. many many

"50 Cent
Many Men (Video versoin)

[50 Cent]
We both came up on the gritty streets of Jamaica Queens.
Two street kids now men.
It's sad it had to end this way.
But before I go into that, lets start from the beginnin'
(sound of rewinding tape)

[skit]
(2 men in a car)
Man 1: I've been waitin to fuck this clown B.
Man 2: Ok, shits done. Are you ready to do this?

Many Men (Remix) feat. Brooklyn & Berma Lyrics

Artist(Band):50 Cent

50 Cent / chorus]

Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be

And niggas trying to take my life away

I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me

My back on the wall, now you gon' see

Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me

[50 Cent & Berma]

Many men, wish death upon me

Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be

And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me

My back on the wall, now you gon' see

Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me

'Cause I'll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Get Rich or Die tryin

(Chorus 2x)
I donât know what you heard about me
But a ***** canât get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms you canât see
That I'm a ************ P-I-M-P

(Verse1)
Now shorty she in da club, sheâs dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana

(Verse 1)

Nobody likes me...

Nobody likes me

But that's ok

Cuz I don't like yall anyway
An' I don't like yall anyway

Yo! My watch talk to me

My whip talk to me

My gat talk for me

BLAW! what up homie

The bitches who don't know me

They wanna blow me

Cuz the shit I floss with

be sayin' everything for me

I came into rap humbly

I don't give a fuck now

I'll serve anybody

Go, go, go, go, go, go Shawty,
Ish ya birthday,
We gonna party like ish ya birthday,
We gonna sip Bacardi like ish ya birthday,
And you know we don't give a f*ck thats ya birthday.

*Chorus X2*
You'll find me in da club, Bottle fulla bub,
Momma I got what ya need if you need to feel the buzz.
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin love,
So come give me a hug, if ya into gettin rubbed.

Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!)
Ha ha...

Chorus: 50 Cent

It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN
Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN
Next time you in the hood and see an ol G
You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN

50 Cent-
New York City,
You are now ridin'
Wit 50 Cent,
Ya gotta love it

I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy, shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile, I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I gotta ask and I
Hope you can come up with them answers babe

-Nate Dogg-

(Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)

Yea, I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
you know, its very shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Chorus]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

I apply pressure to -- that stuntin' I pop
Stand alone -- I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I --

(Snoopâ.talking)

Yeh you did it again my nigga

Faâ shizzel dizzel

(50 Cent) 2x
F-i-f-t-y C-e-n-t and S-n-double O - P

We Internationally known and locally respected

Boy I know you dun' heard about me

I'm a P-I-M-P

(Snoop) (Chorus)

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me

I drive a Cadillac, wear my perm cause Iâm a G

(Verse 1)

I let my watch talk for me

My whip talk for me

My gat talk for me, Blaw what up homie
My watch saying " Hi shorty we can be friends"

My whip saying "Quit playing bitch get in"

My ear ring saying we can hit the mall together

Shorty it's only right that we ball together

I'm in to bigger things ya'll niggaz, ya'll know me style

Baltimo' City, New York City
You are now rockin' to the sounds of ya girl Little Mo
You can't hate on me

Cuz I just wanna chill and take a ride
Shot gun in ya 7-45
Oh baby you know I got ya back, and I need to feel you
next to me
We got a baby and you know that I
would have another, man I want ur child
Sometimes I really wanna cry, cuz the love is so good

-50 Cent-
New York City,
You are now rappin'...
Wit 50 Cent,
Ya gotta love it

I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy, shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile, I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I gotta ask and I
Hope you can come up with them answers babe

-Nate Dogg-

[Lloyd Banks]

Man we gotta go get something to eat man

I'm hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]

50, calm down, here he come

[8 Shots]

[Banks and 50]

Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

[50 Cent]

Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[50 Cent]

Many men, wish death upon me

Blood in my eye dog and I can't see

*featuring Young Buck (G-Unit)

[50 Cent]
G-Unit, UTP
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit(yeah), UTP
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked

[50 Cent]
50 Cent, that's my name
Man I ain't fuckin' playin'
I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn)
Come off, now watch your chain
Fo' I blow out your brains
Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn)

Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! (G-Unit!)
Ha ha...

[Chorus]
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely, 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coast with toast
Eastside, Westside, I hold that mack down
Every little nigga you see around me
Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold Shaq down
Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G
You ask about me, the young boy don't back down

DEBRECA
21 QUESTIONS

ladies and gentelmen u r now rockin with debreca

i aint lookin 4 no superman dat will try n save me
i juss want u to be mah baby
ur sexy style got me goin crazy
i wanna feel ur body layin next to me
i can give u what u want, need and dream
ill take care of u n fulfill ur

(feat. Dave Hollister)

[Fifty talking]
If a bitch don't like me
somethin's wrong with the bitch...(fuck that bitch)
[Dave Hollister singing]
Why...oh why...why..you wanna fuck with me now?

[Fifty talking]
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know,
thats how this shit works, you know?
they supposed to love me now baby,
I'm hot now baby, I'm doin' it now.

(feat. Flipmode Squad)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga
We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker
Blowing niggas tops, what?
Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga
Check it, let me talk, check it, check it

[Busta Rhymes]
There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement

[50 Cent]
Yo LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz
New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga
D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz
New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga

Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes

yeah

G-Unit
Aftermath
G-Unit

I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

I got places to go, I got people to see,
The penitentiary, ain't the place for me,
I'm warnin you do, not tempt me,
I'll run up and squeeze
And put a hole in you, hole in you

GGGGGGGG G-unit

50 Cents, Shady, Aftermath

The dreamteam

We got to get the get well cards
niggas is sick

Feel this

Motion picture shit
[Verse 1]
Now don't think I won't hit you because I'm popular, I got p 90 rugger to pop at ya, catch you
slipping I'm give you what I got for ya, my clip loaded for 16 shots for ya, ever had a hot gun

(feat. Notorious B.I.G.)

[P.Diddy]
[gunshot]
Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration
[Intro (50 Cent)]
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that 'presents me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love

[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
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

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For bitches who don't know me
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now

NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD
(You a motherfuckin' snitch, huh?)
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD

[Verse]
Niggaz wanna shine like me (me), rhyme like me (me)
Then walk around with a 9 like me (me)
They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me
And they ain't strong enough to take 9 like me

(feat. Lloyd Banks, Eminem)

[50 Cent]
I need you to pray for me and
I need you to care for me and
I need you to want me to win
I need to know where I'm
heading,'cause I know where I've been
Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing
I come up with something
Come through your strip, fronting, stunting
It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning
Haters hate that I'm winnning

(feat. Nate Dogg)

[50 Cent]
New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a la
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I

(feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit))

[50 Cent]
(Uh huh) I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
(Uh huh) I know you like style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
(Uh huh) You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll show you how
Wanna get rich I'll show you how

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow

[50 Cent]

G-

50 Cent, that's my nameun 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
see shit mayn (shit mayn)

My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain

Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that)

I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game

(feat. Eminem)

[50 Cent talking]
Ay Em you know my favorite white boy right...
I.. I owe you for this one
[Chorus]
I've been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You can stun if you want
And yo ass'll get rolled on (It's 50)
It feels like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin I'ma fuckin
Fall off your so wrong

[50 Cent]
I'm innocent in my head