50 Cent 300 Shots Lyrics

50 Cent - Verse 1
Y'all n____s spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n s**t?
Well you can start, right before his a__ get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
n____ knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a n____ the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!

Tony Yayo - Verse 2
I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it
My truck bomb kitted an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So Im gettin a__ like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your b***h p***y fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in j__an
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
n____ I flip my advance before I ran through it
Cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben

Muder Mase - Verse 3
You know you messin' with a n____ that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in n____z mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who u was missin, n____
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop n____s in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
Cuz eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through
Leave a n____ leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then s_____ your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian

Young Buck - Verse 4
A country n____ still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these n____s with this New York flow
Say one n____ name homie you gon' go
You in that Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, n____s would have been pop
f**k a interview n____ I get into you n____
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do n____

Prodigy - Verse 5
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya b***h I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob n____s, my gun bomb n____s
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke n____s
When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix CD's and treat 'em like album s**t
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you f**k with G-Unit then you gon' f**kin' blow
When you f**k with Mobb Deep, then bring some f**kin' hoes
Cuz its a gang of us and we ready to go
Cuz after the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day hun

Havoc - Verse 6
Get it teflon don, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherf**ker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
n____s s**ttin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The c__e in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a a__ like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays f**k me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherf**kin ask them kids
n____s wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, n____ b___

Billy Danze - Verse 7
You about to witness an M.O.P thug out
And for you n____s hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my a__ with your tongue out, n____
f**k a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherf**kers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we f**k 'em up
Dude you gonna get your a__ banged f**kin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the f**k y'all think..

Lloyd Banks - Verse 8
n____s aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know that
n____s run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the track
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but im accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now n____z wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
A milly will make your body looker look all measly
Ya b***h spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low
d___ near broke a monolo for a photo
I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me better than that you go to go home
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I cant watch the way I gotta decide a me
The 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apologee, Im probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My n____s keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome s**t, cause n____ got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up
I know n____s from 'round there and they dont check us
All of the n____s was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for n____s to come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em
They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, n____s will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma need fin
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
Im the fan with the illegal strap on
Teflon n a wife beater n black on
Its on!

50 Cent talking..
Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
n____s got me mad, ya talk, ya n____s got me all f**ked up..
Im finna kill few of you mother f**kers man..
Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya n____s say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy
You better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be able to use ya mouth Mother f**ker!