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50 Cent

Tuesday, 19 July 2005

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

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

Posted by falcon2/chaosmagexxx at 4:42 PM EDT
Updated: Tuesday, 19 July 2005 6:32 PM EDT
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50 Cent Piggy Bank
Topic: Lyrics
[Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank

Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank

[Bridge]
I get atchu...
My knife cut 'cha skin
I get atchu...
Blow shots atcha man
I get atchu...
2Pac don't pretend
I get atchu...
I put that to a end

[Verse One]
That shit is old, don't be screamin' "Get at me dawg!"
Have you runnin for ya life when I'm atcha point
I get to wavin that semi like its legal
A lil' nigga hurt his own lettin' off that eagle
You know me
Black-on-black bentley, big ole black nine,
I clap yo' monkey ass - a black-on-black crime
Big ole chrome rims clean, you know why I shine
Come on man...
You know why I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, teflon, final top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't get no shots?
That fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "In Da Club"
My shit sold eleven mil - his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck wit me, if you wanna eat
Cuz I'll do yo' lil' ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah the homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals
But that's only New York, dawg, yo ass is local

[Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank

Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank

[Bridge 2]
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
More money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
More money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
More money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
More money! More money!
Yeah!

[Verse Two]
Banks' shit - sells
Buck's shit - sells
Game's shit - sells
I'm rich as hell
Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it wit me - he in PC
Have a nigga run up on him wit a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeries
It's an emergency or Michael Jackson-cy
New picture of her she says she looks like me
Kelis said her "Milkshake brings all the boys to the yard"
Then Nas went, and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I'm in like, way out in Cali - niggas know you, cuz
First thing they say about you is yousa sucka fa love
This is chess not checkers these are rawin shots
After yo next move I'll give you what I got

[Chorus]
Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank

Clickity-clank
Clickity-clank
The money goes in to my piggy, bank

[Bridge 2]
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
More money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
More money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
More money! More money!
Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah-ye!
More money! More money!
Yeah!

[Bridge]
I get atchu...
I punch outcha grill
I get atchu...
Let off that blue steel
I get atchu...
Nigga I'm fo real
I get atchu...
You getcho ass killed!

[Outro]
Yeah! Yeeaah! Hahahaha!
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin now man.
All that "Shoot 'em up" shit ya'll be talkin'!
You gotta do somethin' baby! I mean...
I mean come on man, everybody's listenin'!
Nigga ERR'BODY LISTENIN! Hahahahaha...
I know you ain't gon' just let Fifty do you like dat!
I mean, damn, rep yo' hood, nigga!
Nigga you hard, right? Pop off!
Yayo! Get mo' some niggas on the phone tell niggas I said clip up.
Niggas got a green light on this muthafucka.
Hahahaha...

Posted by falcon2/chaosmagexxx at 4:39 PM EDT
Updated: Tuesday, 19 July 2005 6:33 PM EDT
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50 Cent
Mood:  cool
Topic: A Biography
More so than any other music since the blues, hip-hop is all about stories. And its stories are both criminal minded and grand, making them enthralling and unbelievable, but also making them only as interesting and convincing as the teller. That's why, despite being blackballed by the industry, without a major-label recording contract, heads still gravitated to Jamaica, Queens' realest son, 50 Cent, like the planets to the sun. 50 Cent, born Curtis Jackson 26 years ago, is the real deal, the genuine article. He's a man of the streets, intimately familiar with its codes and its violence, but still, 50, an incredibly intelligent and deliberate man, holds himself with a regal air as if above the pettiness which surrounds him. Couple his true-life hardship with his knack for addictive, syrupy hooks, it's clear that 50 has exactly what it takes to ride down the road to riches and diamond rings. 50 is real, so he does real things. Born into a notorious Queens drug dynasty during the late '70s, 50 Cent lost those closest to him at an early age. Raised without a father, 50's mother, whose name carried weight in the street (hint, hint, dummies), was found dead under mysterious circumstances before he could hit his teens. The orphaned youth was taken in by his grandparents, who provided for 50. But his desire for things would drive him to the block. Which in his case was the infamous New York Avenue, now known as Guy R. Brewer Blvd. There, 50 stepped up to get his rep up, amassing a small fortune and a lengthy rap sheet. But the birth of his son put things in perspective for the post adolescent, and 50 began to pursue rap seriously. He signed with JMJ, the label of Run DMC DJ Jam Master Jay and began learning his trade. JMJ would teach the young buck to count bars and structure songs. Unfortunately, caught up in industry limbo, there wasn't much JMJ could do for 50. The platinum hitmakers Trackmasters took notice of 50 and signed him to Columbia Records in 1999. They shipped 50 to Upstate NY where they locked him up in the studio for 2 1/2 weeks. He turned out 36 songs in this short period, which resulted in "Power Of A Dollar," an unreleased masterpiece that Blaze Magazine judged a classic. 50's stick up kid anthem "How to Rob" blew through the roof and playfully painted him as a deliriously hungry up-and-comer daydreaming of robbing famous rappers. But 50 and the fans were the only ones laughing. Unable to take a joke, Jay-Z, Big Pun, Sticky Fingaz, and Ghostface Killah all replied to the song. "It wasn't personal. It was comedy based on truth, which made it so funny," says 50 Cent. In April of '00, 50 was shot 9 times, including a .9mm bullet to the face, in front of his grandmothers house in Queens. He spent the next few months in recovery while Columbia Records dropped him from the label. 50 didn't fold, he flew. Right into the zone. He banged out track after track, despite no income or backing, with his new business partner and friend Sha Money XL. The two recorded over 30 songs, strictly for mix-tapes, with the soul purpose of building a buzz. 50's street value rose and by the end of the spring of '01 he'd released the new material independently on the makeshift LP, "Guess Who's Back?". Beginning to attract interest, and now backed by his crew, G-Unit, 50 stayed on his grind and made more songs. But it was different this time. Rather than create new songs as they had before, 50 decided to showcase his hit-making ability by retouching first-class beats which had already been used. They released the red, white and blue bootleg, "50 Cent Is the Future," revisiting material by Jay-Z and even Rapheal Saadiq. That's when the unbelievable happened, and hip-hop history was written. The energetic CD caught the ear of supa MC Eminem, and within a week Em was on the radio saying, '50 Cent is my favorite rapper right now.' Em looked to mentor Dr. Dre to confirm his belief in the young hitmaker, and the good doctor co-signed. Floored by the appreciation of the greats, 50 didn't hesitate in signing with the dream team. In the wake of his acquisition, 50 Cent has become the most sought after newcomer in almost a decade. Not since the summer of '94, when radio would play absolutely anything Notorious B.I.G. related, has hip-hop seen buzz like this. Ever the clever businessman, 50 didn't let the opportunity escape him and quickly released another bootleg of borrowed beats, "No Mercy, No Fear." The CD featured only one new track, "Wanksta," which was certainly not intended for radio, but the streets couldn't wait for the official single and within weeks "Wanksta" became New York's most requested record. Thankfully, the stellar cut has found a home on the multi-platinum soundtrack to Eminem's smash movie, "8 Mile." With several huge hits already under his belt, 50 Cent is poised to be the artist to beat next year. He's coming with over ten incredible tracks stashed from last spring and newly recorded winners courtesy of Eminem, who's really cut his production teeth of late, and hip-hop's greatest, highest-selling producer Dr. Dre. "Creatively, what more could I ask for?" he asks jokingly. "You know if me and Em is in the same room then it's gonna be a friendly competition, neither of us wanna let the other one down. And Dre??? C'mon." Promising an LP of the caliber of rap classics like "Illmatic," "Ready to Die," and "Reasonable Doubt," 50 Cent's debut promises to set the pace for hip-hop in coming years. The product of his unrelenting drive, talent and, frankly, his real-ness, 50's official first album promises to do for him just what it says. With his infectious flow and viciously funny I-don't-give-a-fuck personality, there is no doubt that 50 Cent will Get Rich or Die Trying.

Posted by falcon2/chaosmagexxx at 4:36 PM EDT
Updated: Tuesday, 19 July 2005 6:50 PM EDT
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