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___?
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 p____ 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, it's 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 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____ p____ 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
'cause 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 there's 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
What's a man tryna wake up who can't wake up?
Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' it's 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___ a interview n____ I get into you n____
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do n____

[Prodigy - Verse 5]
Murder at it's best, this is rap at it's finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya b____ 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___
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___ with G-Unit then you gon' f___in' blow
When you f___ with Mobb Deep, then bring some f___in' hoes
'cause it's a gang of us and we ready to go
'cause 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 m_________er put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
n____s s___tin' 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___ me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you don't wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, m_________in 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___ a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you m_________ers 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___ 'em up
Dude you gonna get your a__ banged f___in' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the f___ 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 don't 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 wouldn't 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____ 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 can't 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, that's one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a dome s___, cause n____ got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they don't check 'em up
I know n____s from 'round there and they don't 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___ed up..
Im finna kill few of you mother f___ers 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___er!