Альбом 50 Cent

[Intro:]
1!
1-2!
GRRR!

[Verse 1:]
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash.
Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast!
I make it so HOT! - One shot'll melt your ass!
GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain't dead!
I'm far from eccentric, I'm so PSYCHOTIC
I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT!
When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don't talk to me!
'Less you wan' talk about usin' a Hawk for me.
When Al blew Black away I had 'em on some stupid shit
Then my rap shit WORKED! - Now I'm super stupid rich!
All I do is stunt now! - I'm so Maybach!
There I go frontin' again I meant to say laid back!
GO 'HEAD! Move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve 'em with the Semi feed 'em a clip for breakfast.

[Chorus:]
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it's murder one, when I toss my gun!
You might see me let it off, you might see me run!
But you won't see shit time the police come! - Huh?

You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun!
I jus' squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done!
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come! - Huh? You want some?

[Verse 2:]
I got a 8th of dope left [phone rings] half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle! - TRY ME I let 'em murk you!
Got more guns than a gun store, beefin' what you want boy
You wan' be nice to me? ! - You wan' shoot dice with me? !
You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous?
Nigga we from the same hood! - We come from the same shit!
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch!
Gettin' money is necessary so me I'm a visionary!
And I'm sayin' that house - should be a crackhouse!
Now see it how I see it; or I bring the Straps out!
The Tec and the Mack out! - The Sig and the Taurus!
The Coke and that Heckler - then nigga we warin'!
I let my pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign.
Click-clack! - Comprende? I'm criminal minded!
Toss money in the sewer! - Bet nobody find it!
Till it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun! - What?

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Outro:]
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it!
Come get it! [echoes]
Huh, you want some?
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it!
Fuck that nigga! [gun cocks]
Huh, you want some?

[Sample:]
"This is how monsters function." [beat starts]

[Intro:]
Leave me alooooone!
I ain't fucking with nobody!

[Verse 1:]
Keep fucking with me you gon' turn me back to BooBoo,
Had me casing out your crib. - Tryna pop your fucking noodles!
She was 20, I was 12! - Man, my NaNa said she raped me!
I just smiled from ear to ear - saying: "Take me baby, take me! "
Since high school! - Nigga I ain't got no friends,
Got 2 .380's like the Ying-Yang twins!
EEHHH! - That's spot clicking 'til the D's run in
Then it's bail money and lawyer fees you got to have it!
Rest of year I had that CBR hurricane
And an I'll hair an' bone I got 'em slingin' Heroin!
I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat, I ain't no chump!
Then you can run Forrest, run; retard when I dump!
They take kindness for weakness, niggas don't respect that!
So me, I'm with that Ruger, that Pump and that Tec at!
So look at me I'm on that! - I thought we was rich then,
Shipment! - You had like - 20 bricks in Richmond
We was in cocaine heaven! - I was fish scale dreamin'!
We just got in the town! - We was strapped up schemin'!
First Country caught a body then. - Country caught a body then,
I popped a couple niggas then Country shot everybody! (everybody!)
It's cold blooded! - It's real shit you got to love it!
Three-eight Snub it! - And don't think nothing of it!
It's the way of the wolves! - That's how they train us to move
Get it poppin' when we shoppin', niggas hold down the tools! (hold down the tools!)

[Chorus:]
I see niggas gettin' rich!
Then days went by! (days went by!)
Then days went by! (days went by!) Then days went by! (days went by!)
I was tired of not having shit!
Then days went by! (days went by!)
Then days went by! (days went by!) Then days went by! (days went by!)
I see niggas getting hit!
Ten days went by! (days went by!)
Then days went by! (days went by!) Then days went by! (days went by!)
We was swinging that shit!
Then days went by! (days went by!)
Then days went by! (days went by!) Then days went by! (days went by!)

[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - Unsure since we was little niggas, son since we was 7
Armed robbery! - First degree, my man did seven!
Niggas popped his whip up! - Hit his Camry with seven!
He a lucky motherfucker, I bet he make it to heaven!
My Grandpa drunk! - My Uncle Rob drunk!
My Uncle Champ bombed crack! - Smoked my fuckin' stash up!
I had two hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porche;
I mean how much you gon' smoke man? - How much you gon' snort?
First the VCR went! - Then the TV went!
He stole out of mommy purse! - She thought it was me, kid!
I ain't ask for no money son, cause I was out hustlin'
She was lookin' at me sideways, like I'm a theif or somethin'!
That hurt me! - Come on son, that wouldn't hurt you!
I pistol whip that nigga 'til his face was purple!
I need anger management! - See I hold on new broads!
The same way I hold on to that nickel plate Snub!

[Bridge:]
The Lord don't have imperfections baby (naah!)
So I think I'm perfect the way he made me! (yeeah!)
Some say I'm cool! Some say I'm crazy! (uh-huh!)
Some say I ain't shit! - Some say I'm amazing! (whooooo!)

[Chorus:]
I see niggas gettin' rich!
Then days went by! (days went by!)
Then days went by! (days went by!) Then days went by! (days went by!)
I was tired of not having shit!
Then days went by! (days went by!)
Then days went by! (days went by!) Then days went by! (days went by!)
I see niggas getting hit!
Ten days went by! (days went by!)
Then days went by! (days went by!) Then days went by! (days went by!)
We was swinging that shit!
Then days went by! (days went by!)
Then days went by! (days went by!) Then days went by! (days went by!) - Here I am!

[Intro:]
Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'! [gun cocks]
Yeah!
Yeeaaaah!

[Chorus:]
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him!
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him!
Well I put your body in a baaaaag!
Front on me, I'm on ya aaaaass!
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]

[Verse 1:]
Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Bushmaster hundred shot drums'll run out!
They dumb out, you heard of me
They call me big homie!
Me I make the register ring! - I'm the cash can!
They make the hammers ring! - They on ya ass now!
Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip!
Six?, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz!
D's know about the beef! - You gon' still get did!
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig!
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien nigga! - When I start gettin' loose on ya!
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya!
I make it hard to breathe!
I come with your hustle, air it out! - Make it hard to eat!
Have you lookin' both ways
Like you crossin' the street!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - Niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique! - Hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya!
This ain't the "Carter" nigga, THIS IS SPARTA!
IT'S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER!
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin' like a race horse!
Follow orders now! - Yay' shoot his "Face Off"
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun!
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the Tec! - It's a birth defect!
I was concieved in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch!
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific! - Nah it's terrific!
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Get lifted!
Goddamn I'm gifted!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I tell 'em ride on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em!
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em!
Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em;
Now you can watch me! - Nigga like the police watch me!
I move proper! - Go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me!
That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like al qaeda natural fighter!
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider,
The Mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers!
It's off the wire! - When I get on my bullshit
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass!
You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it!
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Bridge:]
I'm so disrespectful!
So, so, so disrespectful!
I'm so disrespectful!
So, so, so disrespectful!

[Verse 1:]
Your daddy fucked your mama, then fucked your sister!
Then claimbed that you're bad, playin' with you shitter!
Go ahead! - Take your belt off and hang yourself!
Matter of fact, grab a strap and bang yourself! [blast]
Jay's a big man! - He's too big to respond
I'm a big dick, you know the one everybody's on!
You gonna make me say murder was the case
Bullets ricochet ping-ping should've stopped your face!
I'm international, I'm never home mayne
I've been so long my accent changed!
You better watch who you fuck with mayne
Or you gonna make me curve your ass now straight!
C'mon Game! You'll never be my equal!
Your homies shoot doors! My niggas shoot people!
See me? I'm what you will never gon' be,
I'm in that tax bracket you'll never gon' see!

[Chorus:]
When you cross me [shot] - I'm so disrespectful! [shots]
So, so, so disrespectful! [automatic gunshots]
See? - I get so disrespectful! [automatic gunshots]
So, so, so disrespectful
When you cross me [shot] - I'm so disrespectful! [shots]
So, so, so disrespectful! [automatic gunshots]
See? - I get so disrespectful! [automatic gunshots]
So, so, so disrespectful!

[Verse 2:]
That nigga Buck like Game! - Tell mamma he done smoked in TV
I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G.
Plus the nigga sip more syrup than Pimp C
Man keepin' these motherfuckas as rich ain't easy!
Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy!
And his CDs didn't sell like his CDs!
Man that nigga blew all his chips on them breezies!
Mad cause the world won't treat him like Weezy!
Look I don't give a fuck; nigga please believe me!
No nigga in a vocabule for round can see me!
Is crazy how I make that shit look oh so easy?
They say: "50 nah don't fuck with him, he's oh so greezy! "
Yeah he used to share that paper now he's oh so greedy!
It's funny how they shit on me cause then they need me!
See I'm number one! - I'm loadin on my gun!
I'll catch you and you're gone! - You pussy nigga run!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
They say first comes love! [gun cocks] - Then comes mariage! [shots]
Instead I got Shaniqua and a baby careage!
Then came the cash and a baby mamma drama [automatic gunshots]
I gave a bitch half of mill, she blew it on Prada! [automatic gunshots]
I remember when I met the bitch, she ain't have nada [automatic gunshots]
Now my son on some fly shit. - Now I got to buy shit!
Man I can't even flew shit, cause everybody want shit [automatic gunshots]
Everybody mad; damn even my dad! [automatic gunshots]
And I don't even know him, nah I don't fuck owe him. [blast]
I ain't givin' nobody shit! - I'm a show them!
I gave Game hits, he told me to suck dick
Start screamin': "WestSiiide! " And Dre ain't say shit!
Now we just eat on Pam - and when I talk to EM
A smile comes on his face! - He told me he's the case!
Enemies stays enemies but friends they change,
Niggas go crazy over money, my mayne!

[Repeat Chorus:]

(feat. Eminem)

[50 Cent:]
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared [x2]

You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I see, I come at night, boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry

Look look, I've come from a different crew
You fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you
Just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop
Drama never ever stop
Eenie meenie miney moe
Nine, Trey Pound or 44
Pick a strap to take the Mac
The hawk I'll stab it in your back
I'll blow your brains, I know your name
And where you rest, I'll make a mess
The hollow tips'll hit ya chest
You cough up blood to EMS
Come pick you up
You know you fucked when
You get on a strecther
'Cause I'll come in ICU
To see you off to heaven
The system out I done been through with
There's nothing new there to me
They locked me up they left me out
You seen this in the movies
The criminals be criminals
Why they up in corrections
They come and get at 9
Nigga crown me a perfection
It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistic
But they can't find a fingerprint the shit's going terrific
Get so close on your target that it's really hard to miss it

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Eminem:]
Man these are average raps
I'm keepin the savage batch hidden
The can of whoop ass with the Shady aftermath clique
You pop off the top it's like opening vats of acid
Beat the octamom to death with a cabbage patch kid
Attack a snatch ya there's something to jack a batch in
Impregnated then shoot up the embryo sack with Mac 10s
Triplets quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins
That fetus is fallin out all over jack is back again
The rippers at your service
Girl I can see that your nervous
But I barely scratch the surface
Like my last batch of girlfriends
That I buried in my fuckin backyard
Still trying to dig their way out
I foam like an attack dog,
How late you wanna stay out,
It's past your curfew when it's dark
I'm searchin for you in the park
Shady murdered him another virgin he just hit his mark
He met his quota for the month
They found a coat all rolled up
Inside a bag he probably dragged the body for about a block
Disappeared without a trace
No DNA no not a drop
Cause me and dre and 50 we will never get caught by the cops
CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props
The drama pops
Grab the butcher knife from off the counter top

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Eminem:]
Yeah, I'm as I'll as can be
My appeal is to serial killers
What a pill is to me,
Killing so villainously,
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil going psycho
It's michael myers,
You know what were like on the muthafucking mic,
So try us and your gonna find out,
What the fuck were like with pliers,

[50 cent:]
It's operation time got em
Hooked up to wires,
Squeeze em, he bleeding, wheezing, breathing he half dead,
He must not know but now he now how Shady Aftermath is,
Even murderous tactics get better with practice,
Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn,
Truly ours Juliard, you better learn learn,

[Eminem:]
Chris Reeves in his grave,
Yeah homie turn turn,
I'm debating, mutilating the lady,
You've been waiting for shady and fif,
Ain't no duplicating it baby,
There's a baby in the drier,
There's a torso in the washer,
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her,
Arms and legs in the garbage cause the rest of her,
I lost her,
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her,
And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub,

[50 Cent:]
When I'm through with Ricky it'll will be blood that'll cough up
A hard rock soft fuck [? ]
Get caught up and get washed up,
In Detroit or Northfolk,
When it's disrupt and nauseas,
Look deep in my eye and see many many many men die,
I swing gym stars faster than samurai,

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Chorus:]
I Promise To Keep You Close To Me You Give Me A Sense Of Security
Through Drama Now I Need You To Hold Me Down Hold Me Down
I Need You To Hold Me Down Hold Me Down I Need You To Hold Me (Down)

[Verse 1:]
Do Ever Your Altercation I'll Put No One Above You OMM OMM I Love You This Shit Goes To My Truxium
We See How They Be Lookin' It's Frightenin' Like Lightnin' We Crack Off They Start Lookin'
It's Beef Until I Get Out In Brook They Want My Shit Out That's When I Say I'm Illin'
That's When I Get The Killin' Now My Baby She Precious I Warn Not To Test This
I Am Atta Head Nigga Mutha Fuck The Vestles I'm Man Type Social Quit Actin' Like Ya Know Me
Befo' I Go Postal You Know I Got To Own Me I'm Ridin' Witta Old Cocked Allay Hard 8 Drop
Feel The Wind Blow Twist The Indo Smoke It Up It's Fundamental You Can Get Whole Poke It Up
When We Get Intimate That's When I Get Into Shit She 32 I'm 34 She Revolve 6 Times
Then I Fiend Her More

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]
When Niggaz Get The Trippin' I Need You By My Side So That They Can't Catch Me Slippin' I Take You Out Shoppin'
Get You Clean Git It Poppin' Use My Finger Get Ya Hot Girl I Know Ya Spot Yeah I Love You If You Love Me Back
You'll Never Jam When I React Dat Sucka Shit When They Git Hit When We Take Off Then You'll Get Tossed
I Want You Back So I'll Be Back I'll Never Change I'll Be The Same If Niggaz Stunt I'll Let It Rain I'm Off The Chain
I'm All In Mayne I'll Hit Ya Up You Think I'm Playin' I'll Be Strapped Don't Fuck Around I'll Be Strapped 24/7
I'm Back Holdin' Mistake Me For A Chump Last Night You Were Nearly Chewed Up That's More Beef Than You Want
Come Thru Repeatedly I'll Show You Wut Bananas About I'm a Mechanic Find Out When The Hammers Come Out

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Chorus: ~50 Cent~]
Yeah, yeh yeh yeh,
Pull the strap out you know what that bout,
You do it my way, called a crime wave,
Whoaaa, waay,
Whoaa, waaay,
I wave the heat to heat,
Wave my right to speak,
Plead the fifth ya'll
Don't tell em sh-t ya'll,
Whoaaa, wheey,
Whoaa, wheey,

[Verse 1:]
I'm not telling you to shoot somebody,
But if somebody try to shoot you,
Shoot em don't waste time,
Lil n-gga just do it,
Any n-gga out of order must be serviced,
See how ya hesitating boy ya making me nervous,
The feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet,
Front on me, try to run from me,
Hollow seat up your back b,
Pistol pop, drop the top,
Burn baby burn,
Revolvers spin again and again
And n-ggas never learn,
Got an itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger n-gga,
So if you hit me then you get me, I'll be back to get ya,
Man I might bring the homies... that's necessary,
See you might not be worried, but I think you should worry,
The bullets come in flurries, they sting u know u buried,
Yeah, I do away with 9 n-ggas in 9 days,
My nine sprays, wish it don't go my way,
Hold it sideways,
F-ck around cause a crime wave,

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]
I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infiltry,
Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man they into me,
Yeah, I'm number 1 on Forbes,
Yeah, they can't f-ck with ya boy,
Title time is crank time I flip that get that back,
Louie V napsack filled up with g-stacks,
I'm sick in the head, me I'm all bout the bread,
Go head f-ck with the kid,
See it's just what I said,
See the stash I'm making double make a key[? ] bubble,
Jim stop before I cut you till your mum don't no you,
See when we play the warriors come out to play,
Want to play get your ass laid out today,
See I'm back on the sh-t I was on before,
So if a n-gga try to stunt we gon take em to war,

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Outro:]
Man, I be on some other sh-t these n-ggas can't f-ck with me,
Yeah, ooohooohooo yeah,
Oooooh yeah,
(No no no no)
The homie said he f-ck with me, I have him meet ya up for me,
Yeh yeh yeh,
(No no no no)

[Chorus:]
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Streeetcchh...
I make a ounce of dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
Product Streeetcchh...
I got it mastered mannn
In the hood I'm like plastic mannn!
Streeetcchh...
Fantastic mannn,
I make the money come faster mannn!
Yeah...

[Verse 1:]
Your favorite bad guys gone! - The Joker's dead!
So for now till forever your stuck with the kid.
I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be a enforcer!
I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office!
Michael pimped me? - I was in the passenger seat
We was comfortable with me round, cause I blast my heat!
Now I'm four? I was? tryna catch Mason for bricks raw
Charlie fucked up the jux they took [? ] lil' boy, Streeetcchh!
The cocaine I go hard when the drought come
When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome!
Lay low stay low you may see Jesus!
You hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason.
You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin'
It's a miracle that God gave me this tech now I'm eatin'!
Cop it! Chop it! Profit is off the set
Cocaine, candy rain, I'm so for real! - Yeah!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]
I'm the dopeman! Cokeman! Smoke man! Whatever-man!
The X-man! Tec-man! You better respect man!
Get the green, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme
Fiend, morphine, dream, codiene, more lean!
Gun pop! One shot! - Body drop, it wasn't me!
Tell the cops it wasn't me! - You saw me right? - It wasn't me!
It's not my M.O see me I make it streeetcchh
Get in the way I put a body on my Teeec!
Call me crazy; I die for what I stand for
I have ammo! Flyin' out the Lambo'!
Like Commando, nah like Rambo!
I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go!
Wooptee-woo, I'm a Chef like Wright
It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day, streeetcchh!
We gon' bag up all night
We ain' goin' nowhere 'til the count bag right! - Yeah!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
It's a bird, it's a plane! No, it's purple 'caine!
Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne!
I got Spiderman high, I made Batman fly!
Your favorite hero took a hit! - Now here you try!
I don't care if it's a sin! I don't care if you're ten!
Look around kid! - It's a cold world where in!
If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome,
A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson!
Yeaah! - Me fallin'-off? It's really far feeetcchhed!
I turn a little to a lot I make it streeetcchh!
Then come the Franklyns! - Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crackhouse! - Dirty and dengy! - Yeah!

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Intro:]
YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!)
YOU PROBABLY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!)
(YOU PROBABLY LIKE DAT!!)
BUT YOU, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE NIGGA!!!! (FUCKIN FAGGOT!!!)

[Verse 1:]
I do more than talk that I mu'fuckin walk that
Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CLAPPED AT
I sleep with the stainless I walk with the stainless
Man everybody know about 50 I'm famous
New York New York!!!! I run New York!!!!
Ask Dread at the weed spot I come through in the mean drop
In different boroughs I have different moments
On different days niggas know how I'm on it
I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga, I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
Queens, SouthSide 'til they bury me
BX two tek's, flames out the nozzles
R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out
Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers out
Nah ain't no sense to talkin peace my brotha
That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah

[Chorus:]
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! Their money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)

[Verse 2:]
When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kiddin then
Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up
Pockets all fucked up, now nigga wassup?
I'm rcih now, niggas know about my dividends
Look at the Raw Report, check out what I'm livin in
Fuck a spot now, I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
Crib the size of the New York City clock now
Okay okay - try me and get shot down
I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the fuckin general, I RUN MY CLIQUE RIGHT!
It was five of us, ALL of us millionaires
Now one's a fuckin junkie, and one's a fuckin queer
Now it's three of us, that's the way we started
They call me crazy, cold-blooded and BLACK-hearted
I don't play no games, niggas +Beg for Mercy+
Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest

[Chorus:]
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (THESE SUCKER ASS NIGGAS!!!)
These niggas ain't strong enough! There money ain't long enough!!!
When they bump heads with me, they find out the guns do bust!!!
We gettin paper In God We Trust!!! (SUCK ON THIS NIGGA!!!)

(feat. Lloyd Banks)
[Intro: 50 Cent]
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds)
I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah)
I get down, I get down

[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Oh I think she like me, hell yeah she like me
My watch game crazy, Audemar's so icy
She like it when I stunt, me I'm what she want
I'm in that rich nigga fraternity, we only talk bread (get it get it get it)
Got money out the asshole, the money on my head
Don't mean nothin, I said don't mean nothin (get it get it get it)
The Rose in the Rover I'm drinkin and I'm drivin
That nigga try and get at me I'm pullin out and firin
To see if I'm stuntin, the piece it ain't nothin
Royal fees ain't nothin, I just blow a lil' somethin
Now shorty got a thing for me she feel like I'm the shit
My guess is I'm the kind of nigga she wanna be with

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50)]
Hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me, yeah yeah, she want me)
(She want me, why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I'm a substitute teacher, welcome to Sex Ed.
She'll be an A student time she get out my bed
I'm flashy, I'm rollin with the stones
Get at me, I'm movin with the chrome (get it get it get it)
A made man, a Don Corleone
No matter where I'm at I'm doin what the fuck I want
I'm shinin, my wrists all canary
Now try me, I keep a shooter near me
I'm grindin, like I ain't made my first mil'
Like I ain't signed a first deal, like I ain't at the first meal
I'm hungry, I really want it all
Now watch me, I'll show you how to ball (get it get it get it)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Life in the fast lane, fast car fast cash
Freak bitch, fast ass (get it get it get it)
I'm where the money at mayne, fast on the draw
Fast runnin from the law (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys, the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it

This is hip hop
It go clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me

Now what you hear is not a test
I said its not a test nigga its not a test
Got my teflon on wrapped around my chest
I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best
Tuck da nine by my spine all the time
Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck wit mine
My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe
My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa
I'm the underground king I reside on the throne
In the club wylin out over henny and patron
Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone
It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown
Shawty in my ear like please take me home
Before the next song come on dawg we gone
Off to the hotel, motel, the holiday inn
She said if I knew you worked the cat from the back like that I woulda brought my friend a huh huh huh huh

It go clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me

Clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me

I'm so raw yea I'm so raw
Me I'm so ghetto I'm oh so hardcore
I'm down by law this style ya never saw
I give em jus a little then watch em fiend for more
Yea they want more they hot and they want more
They love the way I kick it they addicted to ya boy
I'm ecstasy I'm the ultimate trip
I have ya in the mornin like a dope fiend sick
Now feel the rush I'm like pure cocaine
I have the whole night club goin insane
No matter how rich I get I'm never gonna change
I will let it rain push me I let it rain
I do this shit myself lawyer money ain't a thang
Da unit is the game
The yin and the yang
We went from poor to rich now look we da shit
You best control ya bitch or she'll be in tha six
A huh huh huh huh

It go clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me

Clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me

I'm fresh ta death
I'm rockin the vest
I'm strapped movin round with tha heat
I said I do it tha best
I'm not tha one you should test
That's why my name ring bells in the street
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea
I put that work in
Yea yea

It go clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me

Clip pop
It hit em if ya hit me
Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop
Papa said we bang bang boogie
We get em oh goodie
Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me

[Chorus:]
I don't really think she wanted me back then,
She want me nooooowwww!
She can play games all she want, she can not pretend,
She like my styyyyyyyle!

[Bridge:]
I got swag, now I got paper!
I'm rollin' in the dough! - I'm caked up!
I got swag now I got paper
I'm swimmin' in the dough! - I'm caked up!

[Verse 1:]
I was a real bum, now I'm really rich kid!
I come through hood in some really really sick shit.
The Rolls, the roof gone, ya flows they lukewarm
That's why you not me! - Na-na-na naa-na!
She like Kim! Her lifestyle what she wanting
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stuntin'!
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat!
Big doofy cat, hit you in your Cufi hat!
You know me, I told your ass, you know in '03, +Get Rich Or Die+!
G-5 I fly write my name in the sky!
Pick a island on the map. - I been to it!
Shorty wanna try anal. - Her friends do it!
Wrist rocked up shining! - Flawless diamonds!
You could hardly see the face on my hood, I'm a timin'
On the JT shit! - Me? I'm bringin sexy back
Louie V' belt wrapped around, rite where the Tec be at!

[Repeat Chorus:]
[Repeat Bridge:]

[Verse 2:]
Getting paper's my objective, yup! - Now ya' chain gone!
One false move and CLAP! - Now ya' brain's like me!
Ya all hype to me! - Me? I'm into me,
I destroy my enemies! - Even if they're kin to me!
Do 'em like the Kennedy's; ching-ching, that's more bread!
Say something slick out ya mouth and I'll come for yo' head!
She likes me, more than you can imagine!
Bad bitch! - Look like she fell out a pageant!
Closest I'm a get to Heaven in this lifetime
Is right below her waist - in between her thighs? Call her pussycat; that's my nickname for her
And I ain't got to buy shit or run game on her!
See when I stunt, she stunt, we stunt together,
Oh you don't like how that sound, aww nigga whatever!
We both rock Backari! We both push Ferrari's!
I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry!

[Repeat Chorus:]
[Repeat Bridge:]

[Verse 3:]
You want me? - I want you!
Plug one? - Plug two!
I'm infinitely special, girl the Lord's gonna' bless you
If you do what I tell you to do!
You want me? - I want you!
You want a Benz? - I'll buy two!
You should want me like you want success
Girl with us together you'll be better than the best! - Why settle for less?

[Repeat Chorus:]
[Repeat Bridge:]

(feat. Ne-Yo)

[Intro: ~50 Cent~]
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire

Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire

[Verse]
Yeah she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
Maybe this is, who i should make the missus
Let’s conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle i mean she hot like a kettle
Well me i’m strapped with the metal when i go hard for the bread
So i line you up and i dent you, you run you’re fucked when i catch you
You only eat cuz i let you i hate the fact that i met you
When you could say that you know me and act like i’m your homie..

[Case - 50 Cent - Chorus]
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (Come on come on..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah..)

[50 Cent Verse]
Haha.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..
She scratch my back when i’m strokin’ she scream she like it she open
I’m sittin’ back while she suckin’, she super freaky i love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah i chase it
She do it just how i like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin’ her limits that’s why i’m pushin’ up in it
Start kissin’ her lips, then i’m kissin’ her neck
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy..

[Case - 50 Cent - Chorus]
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby..), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go (50..), baby I’m about to explode (Whooo..!!)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (This is how it’s supposed to feel i said this is how it’s supposed to feel..)

[Case - 50 Cent - Verse]
I’ll spend the night with you (Haha..), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean..)
Cuz tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Work it out now.. Wooohoooo..!!)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha..)
Please me low and be my friend, i’ll come back and hit it again (And hit it again..)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again..)
Don’t go away (Yeah.. Come on girl..)

[Case - 50 Cent - Chorus]
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good..) feel me and caress me (I mean real good..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (Haha..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah.. I can feel it.. Owwww!!)

[Foxy Brown - 50 Cent - Verse]
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh..)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin’, you ain’t know that I be mackin’ (Nah..)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G’s
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin’ on your knees (Yeah..)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin’ cristal-ise

[Case - 50 Cent - Chorus]
Touch me, tease me (Yeah..) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go (Now bend, and stretch come on..), baby I’m about to explode (Work it out.. I said work it out..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Come on break it down.. That’s how they break it down.. Haha..)

Touch me, tease me (This is what i call fun..) feel me and caress me (I’m havin’ so much fun..)
Hold on tight and don’t let go, baby I’m about to explode (I’m back to work..)
Cuz all my love you can control.. (Yeah..)

[Verse 1: ~50 Cent~]
You think about money when you think about me huh,
That's why my ex's my ex you don't want to be her,
She used to have the beemer, now she own a sneaker,
I had her eating lobster now she eating pizza,
I think about easter when I think about Keyshia,
Shorty stay fly that's why I keep her,
Round like the reefer, brown Mona Lisa,
She good if I leave her she got her own visa,
Think about them when you about frontin
Think about stuntin when you think about me,
I'm the boss bentley or the porsche,
Overseas jet skis slide across,
I love the way you dress,
Now take it off,
Put your legs high on my shoulders across,
I'm racing through your mind but you already lost,
I'm at the finish line and your the friend of mine,
Come on let's ride

[Chorus:]
Just a lil bit
Every now and then
God damn girl we used to be friends
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit

[Verse 2:]
I think like a hustler,
I'm thinking bout a shipment,
She thinking I'm her hustle,
So she thinking bout commitment,
It's like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head,
Fell in love with a b-tch walked away with one leg,
She ain't even have to run to get away with the bread,
That's some f-cked up sh-t
Think about that kid,
I'm thinking what this b-tch thinking when she take me to court,
I pay my child support, what the f-ck she want,
This relationship, shit it's too much for me,
I wanna f-ck your friends and live comfortably
She wanna shine and blow minds on shopping sprees,
She should have what she wants just not for me,
I'm thinking bout my future she part of my past,
She don't care bout me she just want some cash,
I'm thinking damn girl, we used to be friends,
How did sh-t become all about m's

[Chorus:]
Just a lil bit
Every now and then
God damn girl we used to be friends
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit

Do you think about me,
I know you think about me,
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit
Just a lil bit

I know you think about me,
You were so special to me
Do you think about me

[Intro:]
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay
Okay okay okay
[screwed] Okay okay okay

[Chorus:]
When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah)
What they say about me doesn't make me mad (naw, naw)
I think they hatin cause they see me when I'm rollin (yeah)
Man I can't help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)

[Verse 1:]
I'm in that 760 leanin when I'm stuntin
I blow 50 G's, I mean with ease like this is nothin
Please don't interrupt me when I'm talkin to my jeweler
He's puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it's worth it
Come through hit you up, I'll make a crime scene perfect
Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back
They don't talk about me in my face because I'm strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzin
I say I run New York and ain't nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I blew a hundred G's on my bitches in Miami
They think I'm the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty
I don't even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga I ain't crazy, bitches like me cause I'm paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I'm ballin I'm not talkin 'bout a ball
I'm talkin 'bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me I'm like that paintin on the wall, baby I'm priceless
You could come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay)

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Okay okay okay okay - sho' you right
Okay okay okay okay - you know you right
Okay, alright, okay, alright
Okay, alright, okay, you're right

(feat. R. Kelly)

[50 Cent:]
Yeah 50,

I gave her books to read,
Feed her mind with knowledge,
Gave her street smarts,
Sh-t you can't get in college,
She's a reflection of me,
So you know she the sh-t,
If I'm a star she a star, if I'm rich she rich,
That's my dog,
I tell her stay she wanna go,
I tell her go she wanna stay,
That's my dog,
You know a b-tch usually don't mean nothing to me,
That's right but that's my dog,
I go left she go right, I go up she go down,
She couldn't listen now she ain't around,
So ungrateful screaming I hate you,

She must got amnesia,
B-tch I made you now,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't f-cking with you,

[Chorus: ~R-Kelly~]
Say say say girl,
Come here,
No, you no, you, her yeah,
You go,
The reason you didn't get picked
Because you got your nose up your ass,
You smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met your match,
I'm smelling my sh-t too now how you like that,
You coulda had this dude and anything you choose,
And that girl you lose cause I ain't f-cking with ya,
Shopping sprees drop top hat blowing in the wind,
Coulda been you, living lavish,
Instead it's your girlfriend,
But you tripping while we sipping,
In the back of a big...

[50 Cent:]
Some say it hurts when you supposed to win and you lose,
You were supposed to be sure baby, you was confused,
I had a thang for ya, I had a ride for ya,
House, cars, kids and a pet name for ya,
P-ssy cat, I told you I'll make it you ain't believe,
I guess coming up it was hard, it was easy to leave,
I think about it maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong,
Either way shorty life goes on,
When your around my smiles a grin,
My thoughts are a sin,
You asked can we try again,
I ain't f-cking with you,
It's on the club jumpin,
I'm tryna to get my liquor in
You want sometin [? ] again
I'm staring at your thicker friend,
I guess I'm like Will Smith in the Pursuit of Happyness,
In my hood we all hustle in pursuit of the same sh-t,
Just think just think, that coulda been you,
Just think, that shoulda been you,
Yeah, with me I share the world with you,
But you ain't ride with a rider so I ain't f-cking with you,

[Repeat Chorus:]

[R-Kelly:]
There ain't no other way to put it except,
I know you'll understand girl it's...
... see us in the back of the club popping bottles
And it coulda been you but no
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you yeaah,
Said it coulda been
Coulda been you.

187, 187
Departure from the hood destination hell or heaven
187, 187
Departure from the hood destination hell or heaven

I'm a rider, say I'm a rider (4x)

[Verse 1:]
They putting pressure on me son now they want me to snap
End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack
I'm paranoid, I'm feeling like niggas is trying to get me
Forget the kids I'm shaving off my fucking head like Britney
Man Dre won't mix my records now I need to talk to Jimmy
I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with the semi
Who's calling me it's Chris he's on the other line with Diddy
But I don't wanna talk right now my day is goin shitty
Why's Jay rocking that Urkel look man isn't he from Marcy
They say he's growing dreads and now he's talking like a yaddi
Man everything is changing I don't understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit that all the money bring
I'm on flight...

187, 187
Departure from the hood destination hell or heaven
187, 187
Departure from the hood destination hell or heaven

I'm a rider, say I'm a rider (4x)

[Verse 2:]
My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me
I'm laughing cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave you herpes
That just makes him one of 50's, niggas want to murk me
Niggas found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey
You can ask my son he'll tell you my dad's fucking crazy
She filled his head with shit and now I think he fucking hates me
Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me
I blow your fucking mind now if I told you what he pays me
He gave me all the pills he had like that's why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared die
I wish a nigga would act like they'll motherfucking try
You get at me miss you kiss your black ass goodbye
I'm on flight...

187, 187
Departure from the hood destination hell or heaven
187, 187
Departure from the hood destination hell or heaven

I'm a rider, say I'm a rider (4x)

[Verse 3:]
My lawyers all contained cause every month I give em stacks
Incase they wanna send me up for murder like Max
Man I wasn't the shooter I was never on the scene
So if they do forensics they'll find out it wasn't me
There's no need for a lie detector I ain't saying shit
The more you talk the higher chance is you doing a bid
Today I read the paper it said [? ] caught a case
They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face
I spoke to Michael Vick I told him I'm happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on
When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck
So you get back and shake it on the field show em what's up
I'm on flight...

187, 187
Departure from the hood destination hell or heaven
187, 187
Departure from the hood destination hell or heaven

I'm a rider, say I'm a rider (4x)

[** feat. Jovan Dais:]

[Intro: ~50 Cent~]
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire

Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be a millionaire

[Verse:]
Yeah she so vicious, sweet kisses, taste delicious
Maybe this is, who I should make the missus
Let's conversate a little like a fiddle play with the middle
They way she shake when it wiggle I mean she hot like a kettle
Well me I'm strapped with the metal when I go hard for the bread
So I line you up and I dent you, you run you're fucked when I catch you
You only eat cause I let you I hate the fact that I met you
When you could say that you know me and act like I'm your homie...

[Chorus: ~Case~ (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me, feel me and caress me (Come on come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Come on come on...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)

[Verse: ~50 Cent~]
Haha... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah...
She scratch my back when I'm strokin' she scream she like it she open
I'm sittin' back while she suckin', she super freaky I love it
The sex is better than basic yeah that kitty kat yeah I chase it
She do it just how I like it position after position
Back stroke, short stroke, deep stroke listen
She down for pushin' her limits that's why I'm pushin' up in it
Start kissin' her lips, then I'm kissin' her neck
[ 50 Cent Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
When my tongue cause her tata then bet it can wet to it, easy...

[Chorus: ~Case~ (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Touch me baby...), feel me and caress me (Tease me baby...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (50...), baby I'm about to explode (Whooo... !)
Cause all my love you can control... (This is how it's supposed to feel I said this is how it's supposed to feel...)

[Verse: ~Case~ (50 Cent)]
I'll spend the night with you (Haha...), if you promise you will do
All the things to make me scream, and you know just what I mean (Girl you know what he mean...)
Cause tonight you taste like ice cream (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Work it out now... Wooohoooo... !)
I wanna make you fall in love, make you touch the stars above (Haha...)
Please me low and be my friend, I'll come back and hit it again (And hit it again...)
And again, and again, and again (Again and again...)
Don't go away (Yeah... Come on girl...)

[Chorus: ~Case~ (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Make it feel good...) feel me and caress me (I mean real good...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (Haha...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah... I can feel it... Owwww!)

[Verse: ~Foxy Brown~ (50 Cent)]
What, let me get that Lex nigga, sex, wetter than aquariums
Flashing, they get their ass in (Uh...)
Who fucks slow with lear jets and coupes
My ones stackin', you ain't know that I be mackin' (Nah...)
The extra set of keys, the thirty G's
Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees (Yeah...)
Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Ah!)
The fourty room palace, sippin' cristal-ise

[Chorus: ~Case~ (50 Cent)]
Touch me, tease me (Yeah...) feel me and caress me (Now bend, and stretch come on...)
Hold on tight and don't let go (Now bend, and stretch come on...), baby I'm about to explode (Work it out... I said work it out...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Come on break it down... That's how they break it down... Haha...)

Touch me, tease me (This is what I call fun...) feel me and caress me (I'm havin' so much fun...)
Hold on tight and don't let go, baby I'm about to explode (I'm back to work...)
Cause all my love you can control... (Yeah...)