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![50 cent - ayo technology [live on letterman] 20007 [EXCLU]](http://static2.dmcdn.net/static/video/214/054/6450412:jpeg_preview_medium.jpg?20110610121937 "50 cent - ayo technology [live on letterman] 20007 [EXCLU]")
04:30
50 Cent Feat Robin Thicke - Follow My Lead 2007
[Chorus: 50 Cent]Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my leadFollow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my leadFollow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my leadFollow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see[Verse 1: 50 Cent]Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 f**kin' crazy50 dont know how to treat a ladyHey Girl, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt youBut I call a square a square and a circle a circleRide by the beach, I call you a bitch then hang upProbably call you right back and shitAnd I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me fortellin' liesLike Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch"As Bobby said "Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie"I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okayYou can be my Beyonce I'll be your JayI gotta great sense of humour, questions make ya smile then I whoo ya!You know how I do ya, or do ya?[Verse 2: 50 Cent]It's New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stopI told you, Im'a Don you goin' on ma'damAfter you shop 'till your feet hurt in MalonesNow take a picture these are moments you can cherrishThey say the scene of me was made for lovers out in ParisThe risers and the beleivers sayin' "50 we love you"But out there, theres no me so I love themYou may not recognize this, the reason I existDeliver best than the best so perfection I guessJust like I miss the stress, I'll pass the testEverytime I drop, Im burnin' hotI dont care If she loves me or loves me notAs long as I enjoy the time that we spentI dont care, baby we could f**k and be friendsMatter fact we can do it right in the back of my BenzYou know its me...
04:37
50 Cent Ft. Akon - I'll Still Kill
Refrain: AkonOhhhh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hoodAin't nuttin change still holla at my homiesOhh and when I hit the block I still will killAnd I don't want to, nigga but I will if I got toKill, if niggaz get to fukin aroundIf niggaz get to fukin around50 CentYeah... respect come from admiration and fearYou can admire me if you could catch one in your wigYou see the Testarosa, the toaster's right on my lapSo if a nigga get out of line and nigga get clappedI got a arsenal, an infantry I'm built for this mentallyThat's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to doFront on me now nigga I'll be the end of youForget your enemies and think of what your friends'll doI drop a bag off, they'll let a mag offThe Heckler and Koch'll tear half of your ass offI'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playingThe hollow tips rain, when I unleash the painGet the message from the lines or get the message from the 9Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shinePut my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mineI let 21 shots off at the same time, YEAH!Refrain: Akon50 CentYeah... where I'm from death is always in the air homieNana love me so you know she say my prayers for meI come creepin through the hood wearin teflonHit the corners motherf**kers get left onNiggaz know, if not they better check my backgroundTry and stick me I'll fill your back with mac roundsAsk Prim' nigga 50 don't
03:24
50 Cent - In Da Club Live
[50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday 'Cause 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 Bud Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed [Verse] When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go [Chorus (2x)] [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels Look nigga i done came up and i ain't change. [Verse] And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub You know where we fucking be [Chorus (2x)] [Talking] [Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga G-Unit
03:28
The Game Feat & 50Cent - How We Do
(feat. 50 Cent) [Hook - 50 Cent] This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love [Verse I - Game] Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Chrome hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt [Verse II - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cuz I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass [Hook] [Verse III - Game] I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Teflon on my chest (Ah!) [Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] [50 Cent] 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time [Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun [50 Cent] Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my Ba, Retta The dra-ma, setta Sip Am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
03:41
50 cent - window shopper
Intro] Ohh!ohh The top feels so much better than the bottom So much better (so much better) [Chorus] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jadayou's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, tryna get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [verse 1] Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky I'm on the grind, let my paper stackin' I'm filthy It's funny how niggaz get to screw-facin' at me Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun They know the kid ain't goin' for all that bullshit Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around ya niggaz better act right When we got the tops...down you can hear the system thump nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin' Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin' [Chorus] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, tryna get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 2] Niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in But when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off After that five hour flight from New York I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, man Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang." She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose Or we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game Then her best friend could potentially be next, man Listen man, shit...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang Homey I'm holin', holin', holin' Oh shit man, the store owner watchin' you 'For somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus: 50 Cent] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, tryna get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
04:48
50 cent - hustlers ambition
(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 Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle The women on my life bring confusion shit SO like Nino when we new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that coke leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life The fiends just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me [Chorus] I want the find the thing in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want to find the thing thats in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2] Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like C's in their weed shit Send me to C's hot grown with they need Them ain't cheap pet plants in the crib thats chronic And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock What goes in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man [Chorus] I want the find the thing in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want to find the thing thats in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3] Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes In the jewels with your chains I upgrade from 30 B's to clean V's Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I'ma plan to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi Hello! [Chorus] I want the find the thing in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want to find the thing thats in my life So I hustle (hustle)
03:03
50 cent - god gave me style
[Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like It ain't my fault [Bridge] I just reach my style, I'm hot I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly But you can't convince me the Lord don't love me When my cds drop, they sell the best You call it luck, why can't it just be I'm blessed I'm a trackstar, runnin' through life, chasin' my dream best deal i made was trad'in the mic in for that triple beam I zone off thinkin' is there really heaven or hell If So what happens to a changed man who dies in a cell I need no answers to these questions, cuz time will tell Got a date with destiny, she's more than a girl Don't much good come from me, but my music Its a gift given from God,so i ima use it (Yeaaah!) [Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like It ain't my fault [Bridge] I just reach for style, I'm hot I breaks it down It ain't my fault, you can't break it down the way I break it down [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself I'm drift off in the crowd, by myself Thinkin' bout nothin' more than life, what else These days its hard to tell who really cares for me So you when hear this song, you should say a prayer for me I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day When times are hard, when you hear it, know you'll be okay A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time You out the hood, that's good now stay on the grind I'm a sponge, knowledge and wisdom, i absord fast I'm in a class by myself, you do the math [Chorus] God gave me style God gave me grace God gave me style God gave me grace God put a smile on my face Haha, God put this smile on my face God made me shine like the sun God make me shine like the sun Sometimes I feel like I'm the one Sometimes I feel like it ain't my fault shout out to rev foy flake and I can't forget Visha Moore cuse my momma kill me
03:40
50 cent - Gatman And Robin
[Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent] Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded I'm on my way [Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gatman There's a problem I'ma solve em A nigga moving around With a big ass revolver and a (Eminem) gatman What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 1- 50 Cent] This ain't Batman, Robin, Cagney and Lacey, it's 50 Cent and Shady The worst baby, put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy, put a hole thru yo front and yo back maybe But go head, you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV I'll leave no witnesses when I ride B You fuck with me, you see I'll react like an animal and tear you apart If a masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art Niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from the start But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo) So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest Hear my cock back hollow tip in the chamber Danger, anger will change ya And make ya aim that and squeeze [Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gat man There's a problem I'ma solve em A nigga moving around With a big ass revolver and a [Eminem] mac, man Motherfucker you retarded You touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 2- Eminem] We're walkin away from a beef in which clearly you started I said, were walkin away, did u hear me You oughta be thankful that we aint beefin Were still breathin and just leave it at (THAT) Cause if me and 50 and G-unit hop back in the (BAT) Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be (RRRAT) Retaliation it'll be like them Muslim Shiite (ATTACKS) Some where along the line its like me and 50 made a (PACT) He's got my back, I got his back, (BACK) Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in, To the bullshit like were conjoined at the hip, Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable Some shit'll never boil over Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone but let it be known there will be no sit downs With no Daves and 'Zinos There will be no peace discussions with me There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea Just quit fuckin with me and i'll gladly quit fuckin with you Just spit your 16 and do what you gotta do to get through Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be Or we'll be [door knockin sound] with a... [Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] Gatman There's a problem I'ma solve em A nigga moving around With a big ass revolver and a(Eminem) gatman What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 3- 50 Cent] Nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it Got a money scheme you plottin, you count me in im wit it You cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit That's gangsta, you know me I talk it, cuz I live it Shellcases drop, when that chopper chop Way up the block, get hit with copper tops When the drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it Its not a game, perfect aim you feel the flame Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained [Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] I got gat man If there's a problem I'ma solve em A niggmoving around With a big ass revolver and a (Eminem)black man What the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
