Who Do You Love (Remix) (originally by YG & Drake) Lyrics - G-UNIT

[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-G-G-G-G Unit

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I’m that nigga, I’m the plug
I’m that nigga, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud
I’m that nigga so I pack heat
In case you niggas try to catch me on the back streets
(Say what) I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga
Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures
I ain't standing on the block, ho
Hit my phone and it’s on, bitch, it’s motherfuckin’ hot, yo
Nigga snitching on me?
Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin’ "S-B-O-E"
God damn it, I don’t see
How a nigga fixed his mouth to say he done made me
I got beef with a ton of niggas
Not now one of them niggas ever try to run up on me
But they said they used to hold me down
And they know how I get down
Bitch, I keep that gun around me

[Hook: YG]
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?
Bitch, who do you love?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
My lady banging, but ain't as cool as her cousin
We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming
She think she on to something
There ain't no love, never mattered though
Your ordinary rapper know
Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho
Ain't a nigga that can see me
13 years killing shit, a villain on your TV
Little niggas wanna be me
Beaming up on all this Cali, play around me, he graffiti

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Time to ball on 'em, ready, set, hike
Do I love a bitch? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike
Catch a nigga at the light, he gon' bitch up like a dyke
He okay then 'til he bit, ball worser than his wife
Get your head buzzed right
To the white meat on the white sheet
Mazent, we don’t play that shit on my street
Couldn’t walk up in the shoes that’s on my feet
Ain’t another real nigga like me

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece
With about ten off that Jimmy Henchman beef
New Corvette, switch gears fast, nigga
Leave you wet like splish splash, nigga
Run up, it’s a hundred yard dash, nigga
Just ‘cause I rap don’t mean I won’t blast, nigga
Studio full of plaques, known as the greats
Fast money, bagging up over Versace plates

[Verse 5: Young Buck]
I got a shawty named Mary Jane
She got a girl named Pure Cocaine
And now you know the deal
We turned up in the trap house late night
See this the reason why a rapper still deal white
And this the Unit crew, thought I should’ve told you
If you a rapper in the game we should mold you
And, man, shout out my nigga Boosie, he just roll through
Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food

[Hook]

Where The Dope At Lyrics - G-UNIT

[Intro]
To the evil he shows no mercy, NO!
To the deceitful his blows are swift, YES!
But, to the pure in heart he is love, love brothers and sisters! He is our leader!

[50 Cent]
Money buys dignity nigga!
Poverty’s a crime!
Follow me!
If you gon' follow somebody, follow me…

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Im in the hood, niggas don’t see me, I be so low key
I’m where the dope at!
I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!
Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!
Listen niggas don’t come round me,
They done heard bout me
I’m where the dope at!
I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah!
Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah!

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Shit is different now a nigga rich, I will get a nigga hit
You fuck with me, I get you killed, you think I won’t, I think I will
I blow a mil and get it back, yeah, nigger to beef with me you need a strap, yeah
Matter fact you gon’ need more than that, the shotty pop, the buck'll spray spray you
Your closest friend'll to you and tell you "get the fuck away"
You talk to me you watch your tone, nigga you cross the line and you’re on your own

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
Bullet bounce attire, pistol buyer, frequent fire
No surrender, no retire, imma ball out till I’m tired (getting stacks nigga!)
You like it buy it, if not then just keep it quiet
Half the niggas you admire probly wired (you rat nigga!)
Gasoline, fire barbeque at liar, buy a mansion just to chill and while they fly I’m getting higher
Rolly drive, rosay drinker, think of don, think of me, you think of bread, lead, 100K arm

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
I’m a king, emperor, these rap niggas irrelevant
The Audemar is blacker than the president
I catch money in the booth goddammit
Sort of like Clark Kent in the Daily Planet
Drop head, pop lead outta car
These niggas better run like Usuan Bolt
I drop a bag, you get showered by hollow steel
Your mama tied up, tortured with a power drill

[Chorus].

Come Up Lyrics - G-UNIT

Yeah, I’m that paper chasing, money making hustler
Nigga, you know how I get down

Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Watch a nigga come up
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Watch a nigga come up
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Watch a nigga come up
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it
Watch a nigga come up

Whenever you should wanna have it, do you need me?
Drug dealer jewelry, standing on 3D
Double my dose, this a lotto high
Check my Vienne here, model cry
My autograph is a dollar sign
This Jamaica stars, cream dreams, my paper large
Had to erase all loss, propellers, I’m taking off
Steaming potent, I’m illegal rowing
My holy flow keep the demons folding
24k, my team is glowing

Yeah, step in with my strap on me
Racks on me in this whole-in-the-wall club with 100 packs on me
Got the goons out, you know we don’t do much
Catch you coming out the club if you doing too much
Couple Cubans on my neck, smoking a Cuban on the jet
On my way to collect from niggas that’s losing bets
Joe Pesci, baby, I enforce the rules
Take two’s and tighten up niggas with loose screws

Your bitch wanna be my bitch
She saying we friends, I done fucked her again
Now watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up
Grinding, diamond shining, drop the climbing and we doing it big
Watch a nigga come up, watch a nigga come up

Feels like Hawaii going through this car wash
Get the foreign, you know I gotta get the boss
AR green beamer size of Kevin Hart
These 22 Jump Street niggas talk
Watch a nigga come up off this trap phone
Cold jeans hold the coke five flex roam
In the clouds care less about the chit chatter
Bad bitches don't fuck these Soundcloud rappers

One, two, buck 'em out them seven shoes
Pockets full of revenue, kitchen filled of residue
Pitching on the avenue, million dollar attitude
Fuck you, pay me, I don't show gratitude
Told that ho bring it back, rewind it
Now I got her on my mic beatboxing
Ye ain't gotta look for it, we got it
Get it hard, break it down, cut then rewatch it

Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Watch a nigga come up
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Watch a nigga come up
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Watch a nigga come up
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it
Watch a nigga come up

I got the kind of success that's hard to measure
Tear the unit apart, put it back together
I'm strong, I ain't mentioning what I'm benching
I'm Merrill Lynching in the mall, I'll blow ya pension
Sharp as a blade, Tom Ford suave
Sneaker collection same color of grenade
Camoflage, damn I'm large, oh God
Aventador door Lambo, hop in and just push start
I go 0 to a 100, nigga, real quick
You talk money, I got money, it's real shit
It's independent, now we eating of a big plate
First week I make a million off my mixtape
Hello, you niggas is slow, you gotta catch up
You business savvy, you gotta step up
You new like a ho, I don't understand ya
'Til you eating the cheese, ratting on camera

Big dreams, big bags of bread
Big money, you fucking with the kid
Watch a nigga come up
Inf beams, triple beams it seems
The street niggas know just what I mean
Watch a nigga come up
Born hustler, niggas got to get paid
Shit real from the cradle to the grave
Watch a nigga come up
Got to get it, we got, got to get it
Got the bread for the hit, nigga, we with it
Watch a nigga come up.

Bobby Shmurda - Lyrics

[Verse]
Yo Chewy, I'm some hot nigga
Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas
Like you seen em twirl then he drop, nigga
And We Keep them 9 milli's on my block, nigga
And Monte Keep it on him, he done dropped niggas
And trigger he be wilding, he some hot nigga
Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga
Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga
Running through these checks till' I pass out
Your shawty gave me Neck 'til I pass out
I swear to God, all I do is cash out
And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house
I been selling crack since like the 5th grade
Really never made no difference what the shit made
Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain
Get that money back and spend it on the same thing
Shawty like the way that I ball out
I be getting money till' I fall out
You talking cash dog, I goes all out
Shawty love the way that I floss out
Free Greezy though, let all of my dogs out
Mama said no pussy cats inside my dog house
That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
[Lyrics from: http://www.lyrics.az/bobby-shmurda/{album._path_title}/hot-nigga.html]
Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out
We gon' pull up in that hooptie like we cops on 'em
With the 16's, we gon' put some shots on em'
I send a lil' thot to send the drop on em'
She gon' call me up and I'mma sick the hots on em'
Grimey savage, that's what we are
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star
GS9, I go so Hard
But GS for my gun squad
And bitch if there's a problem we gon' gun brawl
Shots poppin 'out The AR
I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Raw
Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark
Tell them niggas free Meeshie, ho
Subwave, free Breezy, ho
And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, ho
Meesh caught a body 'bout a week ago
Fuck with us and then we tweaking, ho
Run up on that nigga get to squeezing, ho
Everybody catching bullet holes
Niggas got me on my bully yo
I'mma run up, put that gun on 'em
I'mma run up, go dumb on 'em
Niggas got me on that young shit
Got me on that go dumb shit.

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics - ATL Freestyle Lyrics

Life's good, so I'm feeling great call me out of town shawty every week a different state.
Three cell phones, pennslyvania plates.
Hold up, hold up, hold up I said,
Life's good, so I'm feeling great call me out of town shawty every week a different state.
Three cell phones, pennslyvania plates on a 4 month run tryna get my money straight.
I'm bout cake, it keep the world turning, hundred thousand dollar earning while I'm big JOINT burning.
And to these hoes Ima pimp like iceberg, probably hurt your feelings if I told you what the ice worth.
A couple grand, I'll hit you with a nice verse, kush when I land mix it in when I light purp.
And I light purp, I fuck with kush more niggas talking wreckless I'll exepect that's what the hoods for.
What up Hazelwood? Nigga oowoo I'm a rap experimenting era like a blue tooth,
and my money all old but my shoes new, all these karats got your girl open like a moon roof.
Nigga who you? Nigga who we? We the Taylor Gang they be like oowee.
They be like who he? That's Young Khalifa man flyer then a ceiling fan always got a group of fans.
I keep a groupie hoe, always got a group of dough, all up in my pocket,
I don't need a wallet, rubberbands popping, yall niggas ain't getting stacks,
might as well sit back and relax and.
Watch what we doing, don't watch me.
Watch flavor of love or something on T.V.
But this is T.V. Nigga HD you cant afford me.
ha ha ha ha ha.

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics - Air Born

Yeahh
Damn
Hold on turn me up a little bit more
Yeahh bitch
Always wanted to do this shit
This is it what
Leutenant (in front of?)
Ugh ugh ugh nigga yeah
Fresh up off the plane
Real niggas embrace my music
And bitches go insane
Even the kids growing up the gang?
They don't bother pronouncing my name
They just look at my chain
Boy how much you spent on it?
This ain't nothing but hard work
And what you can get from it
Ain't no toilet paper
But this smell like the shit don't it?
Smoking chronic and drinking pints
Till we get sick stomachs
And them suckers ain't gotta like it
Cause your bitch love it
I'm a roll it she gon light it, she tell me she in desperate need of a pilot
I told her kick her feet up
We gon go to the crib
Soon as I roll this weed up
Call some friends of yours and we gon all have a smoke out
You ain't gotta hold it too long
This is rapper weed
Couple hits is all you go need.

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics - You And Your Friends (feat. Snoop Dogg & Ty Dolla Sign)

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Wiz Khalifa:]
You and your friends, up in my car
Rolling up J’s, flying with the stars
Don’t gotta ask the price ‘cause you already know
Watch full of ice, no light it still glow
With you and your friends, me and my dogs
Left your nigga to be with my squad
He talk a lot of shit, but he ain’t really on
He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like
Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy
I want you to be my lady
Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain’t hating

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Snoop Dogg:]
I’m parked outside in a Range Rover
Coke white, so tight, game over
Coupe to the block, bop to the bang
Car full of girls in a blue Mustang
Four y’all, more y’all, caravan
V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand
Wobble again
I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame
On the highway, just me and Wiz
With a dirt dozen, about to handle this
Was they cousins or was they twins?
I love it when they both go all in
Like that, this one and that one
See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one
Bet she pay what she weigh
I’m looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Wiz Khalifa:]
You and your friends, up in my car
Rolling up J’s, flying with the stars
Don’t gotta ask the price ‘cause you already know
Watch full of ice, no light it still glow
With you and your friends, me and my dogs
Left your nigga to be with my squad
He talk a lot of shit, but he ain’t really on
He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like
Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy
I want you to be my lady
Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain’t hating

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Snoop Dogg:]
I’m parked outside in a Range Rover
Coke white, so tight, game over
Coupe to the block, bop to the bang
Car full of girls in a blue Mustang
Four y’all, more y’all, caravan
V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand
Wobble again
I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame
On the highway, just me and Wiz
With a dirt dozen, about to handle this
Was they cousins or was they twins?
I love it when they both go all in
Like that, this one and that one
See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one
Bet she pay what she weigh
I’m looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball.