50 Cent - Funeral Music



Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'll get him

You niggas should worship the ground I walk on

I make mills off the tracks I talk on (It's king-pin)

50 don't call me nigga I don't wanna talk it out

The 40 cal'll hit yo' leg go on and walk it out

I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy

See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henny?

I'll send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase?

Zoe pound niggas they don't play

Buck stabbin niggas on camera and it's ok

Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away

Attempted murder, get a year on probation

Cam are you clear what you facin'?

You must ain't hear me, I done told you I'm a boss

I'm eatin good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross

Word on the street is, 50's not Jay

And Cam better stay out of his way



Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on

Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on

Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long

Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone (Ha ha, that's
fucked up!!!)

When they say he's gone (Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, he dead)



Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid

This is graveyard music right here ya dig?

This is not competition this is murder

Career endin, mind bendin, Southside ya finished

Now look niggas laughin at Cam down on Lennox

They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it

I have eighty of them boys with black flags, come through with black mags

And have you niggas zipped up in black bags

For a second he was hot now he cold

I apply pressure on niggas until they fold

But never mind me, man that's just how it be

The game got me trained they call me the hustle man

And like fame, my style will live forever

They thought I crossover, cause they don't know no better

I think they think I'm laxed now cause I got the cheddar

Till I return back bustin trust me it's nothin (OHHH!!!!)



Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on

Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on (Hold On)

Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long (Ha Ha!!!)

Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone

When they say he's gone (It shouldn't have to be like this man!!!)



DipSet! Cam stay up! I'm not gonna destroy DipSet...

Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss, of DipSet!!!

And Juelz is the Capo (He's gone) Cam's demoted to soldier...

We like Jimmy better anyway!! Ballin'! Come on man

What's the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin

Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! (He's gone)

Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me!!! OHHHH!!!!

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Cam I mean, I was bein nice to him, Ok I'll get him

You niggas should worship the ground I walk on

I make mills off the tracks I talk on (It's king-pin)

50 don't call me nigga I don't wanna talk it out

The 40 cal'll hit yo' leg go on and walk it out

I see it clear you tryin to sabotage Jimmy

See what happens when you talk after sippin the Henny?

I'll send Haitian niggas at you yeah sak pase?

Zoe pound niggas they don't play

Buck stabbin niggas on camera and it's ok

Cause my money make my lawyers make the shit go away

Attempted murder, get a year on probation

Cam are you clear what you facin'?

You must ain't hear me, I done told you I'm a boss

I'm eatin good but I ain't chubby like Ricky Ross

Word on the street is, 50's not Jay

And Cam better stay out of his way



Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on

Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on

Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long

Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone (Ha ha, that's
fucked up!!!)

When they say he's gone (Ah ha, ah ha, ah ha, he dead)



Well he knew that could happen fuckin with the kid

This is graveyard music right here ya dig?

This is not competition this is murder

Career endin, mind bendin, Southside ya finished

Now look niggas laughin at Cam down on Lennox

They heard what he did but they don't know why he did it

I have eighty of them boys with black flags, come through with black mags

And have you niggas zipped up in black bags

For a second he was hot now he cold

I apply pressure on niggas until they fold

But never mind me, man that's just how it be

The game got me trained they call me the hustle man

And like fame, my style will live forever

They thought I crossover, cause they don't know no better

I think they think I'm laxed now cause I got the cheddar

Till I return back bustin trust me it's nothin (OHHH!!!!)



Everything's cooler than a fan till you rolled on

Have you in the I.C.U. tryin to hold on (Hold On)

Niggas in the waitin room been waitin so long (Ha Ha!!!)

Till they hear the flatline the doc say he's gone, he's gone

When they say he's gone (It shouldn't have to be like this man!!!)



DipSet! Cam stay up! I'm not gonna destroy DipSet...

Just gotta make changes, from now on, Jimmy's the boss, of DipSet!!!

And Juelz is the Capo (He's gone) Cam's demoted to soldier...

We like Jimmy better anyway!! Ballin'! Come on man

What's the last Cam joint you liked? Computers computin

Boogity boobity, Hahahahahaha!!!! (He's gone)

Cameron, you better learn how to talk to me!!! OHHHH!!!!

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50 Cent - Many Men



[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 dog 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

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me



Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head

Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead

I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found

I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned

When I rhyme, something special happen every time

I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime

I walk the block with the bundles

I've been knocked on the humble

Swing the ox when I rumble

Show your ass what my gun do

Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs

I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over



Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Sunnny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard

It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred

This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees in cigars

For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars

I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear

Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years

I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don

Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm

Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?



Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me



Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back

I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat

In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me

Psyic says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me

The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot

I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked

I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time

Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines

In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around

Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down

Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason

'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fukcing breathing



Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

50 Cent - 21 Questions



[50 Cent]

New York City!

You are now rapping...with 50 Cent

You 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 got to ask and I

Hope you can come up with the answers babe



[Nate Dogg]

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have fuck for me?

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have fuck for me?

Girl...



[50 Cent]

If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?

If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?

If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,

Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?

If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like

some of my friends?

If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?

If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?

I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive

I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside

If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King

would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?

And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?

If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?

Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap

And we could go do what you like, I know you like that



[Nate Dogg]

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have fuck for me?

Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have fuck for me?

Girl...



[50 Cent]

Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?

Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?

Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?

Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing

Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?

I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans

If I was down would you say things to make me smile?

I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how

If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?

And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me

Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?

How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?

We only human girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take

I love you like a fat kid love cake

You know my style I say anything to make you smile



[Nate Dogg]

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have fuck for me?

Girl...It's easy to love me now

Would you love me if I was down and out?

Would you still have fuck for me?

Girl...



Could you love me in a Bentley?

Could you love me on a bus?

I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

Could you love me in a Bentley?

Could you love me on a bus?

I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

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