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50 CENT - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (Soundtrack) (2005) Lyrics


1. Hustlers Ambition
2. What If
3. Things Change
4. You Already Know
5. When Death Becomes You
6. Have A Party
7. We Both Think Alike
8. Don'T Need No Help
9. Get Low
10. Fake Love
11. Window Shopper
12. Born Alone, Die Alone
13. You A Shooter
14. I Don'T Know Officer
15. Talk About Me
16. When It Rains It Pours
Hustlers Ambition
(Like the fire needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)
Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's real 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 that silver duck tape on my Trey Eight handle
The women on my life bring confusion shit
SO like Nino from 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
I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco 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 finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get 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 talents 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 seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't chia 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 of a crook
What goes in my mind, it's contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man
[Chorus]
[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 BS to clean VS
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 make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips 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]


Window Shopper
[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your 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 jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to 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 scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watson, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at the magarane so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
What If
[Intro]
Yeah
Im fuckin with this..
Its that classic shit..
That gangster shit..
Yeah..
[Chorus] :
Man I watch the sun go up and come down
Sayin.. what if?
Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out
Sayin.. what if?
Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off
Sayin.. what if?
Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top
Damn.. what if?
If I got on some pretty boy shit like Puffy
Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me
If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z
Niggaz would think I bumped my fuckin head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady
If I put out bullshit joints like AZ
Every chance niggaz get they try n play me
But I move around with a lil 3.80
A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B
If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do
I see the world different through my dialated pupils
If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher
Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, fuck ya
Man ima just keep doin' what I do..
Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do
[Chorus]
What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith
And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def
I probably be a cool ass nigga like Ice Cube
Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool
What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back
Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat
Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz
Shit I get that child support up with no problem
If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught??
Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York
What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know
You be sayin damn that kid got a sick flow
But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's
Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth"
And if I let the top down on the Azure
Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure
Haha..
[Chorus]


You Already Know
[Intro x2] 
Uh huh Uh huh, Uh 
Yeah
Money 
Bow Wow, So So
To The Def
Yeah... 
You Already Know
Two thou, Bow Wow
[Bow Wow]
I'm a young player with his dough right (you already know) 
A young player with his flow right (you already know) 
I'm from the home where ? blow (you already know) 
Ain't gotta say ? to play girl (you already know) 
Blow man with a chunk rex (you already know) 
You aint never nobody like this (you already know) 
And ? I run with (you already know) 
And have hit after hit after (you already know) 
Big rock shot gun girl (you already know) 
(? To ?) drop when i got one (you already know)
Now all I wanna to do is see your hands (you already know) 
Oh, and make everbody dance girl (you already know) 
I like girls with somethin in the trunk (you already know)
Bow Wow, teacher of the funk (you already know)
So you can walk or you could ride (you already know) 
Cause this is so so def for life and lets go...
[Chorus x2] 
I ain't gonna front yeah, I'm about the mon-ey 
I ain't gonna front, I gotta keep my flow 
I ain't gonna front, yea I'm all about the honeys
When they shake shake bounce, you already know 
[Bow Wow] 
Bout to change the face of this game huh? (you already know) 
Since age 8 doin' thangs huh? (you already know) 
And Tite when see ya'll gotta watch (you already know) 
Seein making more than your pops ha? (you already know) 
All them big thangs we about (you already know) 
A little dog, but I'm thugged out (you already know) 
I keep it comin, never let up (you already know) 
Who got your girls head messed up? (you already know) 
Ain't no droughts stayed workin (you already know) 
Six hundred cut with the curtain (you already know) 
Who's the millenium thriller? 
Me............. 
Huh, I'm a natural born killer , B (you already know) 
It's the new dog on the loose huh? (you already know)
Tryin' to stop, made no use huh? (you already know) 
Odds is blood-shot red heart full of burn, its my turn 
(you already know) Let's Go 
[Chorus 4X]


Have A Party
[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! 
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit)
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! 
Heyyyy.. 
[50 Cent Verse] 
You cant body the kid, you know how i rock 
Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top 
So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right 
Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton's 
I splurge with it, im so absurd with it 
Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan' go spend it
You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin' 
If theres money to be made, i'm all in 
Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and 
You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then 
Tattoo's on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm 
Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don 
First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit 
Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch 
Success is much of a choice, im high off life 
Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. 
[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! 
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) 
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! 
Heyyyy.. 
[Havoc Verse] 
You can catch me cockin' the fifth, got me rockin' with Fif 
Now that's ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent 
Got my niggaz movin' them bricks, it dont stop 
In a million dollar deal homie get that glock 
See dudes get comfy, money aint long 'nough 
Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up 
Ma i got a fetish, fuckin' in them porsche trucks 
Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her
Y'all in to wifin', we ??could throw?? wife in 
Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license 
Shot high prices, shook all vices 
Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip
10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless 
Anything less, we rollin' them dices 
Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin' my shit 
Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? 
[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! 
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) 
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! 
Heyyyy.. 
[Prodigy Verse] 
Listen.. 
You couldn't ??out-pay?? P or VIP 
My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD 
My Range alone could pay for you to eat 
For the next few years i'm so icey kid 
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood 
My tattoo's could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? 
My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money 
When we get back to Queen's we gon' hurt you 
Cant afford to ride, you gettin' stomped out 
I got a team of dimes they all dogged out 
Ray the line, you up and take you out 
My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down 
You can hear your drawers lookin' like the Mexican 
After the lil' shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil' bit 
You so stupid, we so much rich 
And who braggin', im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like 
[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! 
Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) 
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! 
Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight 
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on
Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let's do it all night 
Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on 

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