Unconditionally (feat. Olivia) Lyrics - G-UNIT

[Chorus x2: Olivia]
Boy if you want me, then you can have me
I want you to want me and love me unconditionally

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You want me to want you, you want me to need you
You want me beg and stay by my side
You want me to chase you, you want me to lace you
You want me to just swallow my pride
You want too much from me
Pretending I'm that nigga you lovingg
Last week it was my man, the week before your husband
Girl that ring on your finger means nothing
Its just a waste of money, and he was just a dummy
I know you kiss hI'm and hug him
And tell hI'm that you love him, you lying
Because I hit the first night and I wasnt even trying
You facinated with the flow
You know I'm about to blow
Come to see me at my show
Admire how my wrist glow
You like the way I get the dough
We can go, just to drow
Let your knees hit the floor
I like it when you do it slow
Aint nobody got to know
We can keep it on the low
I don't like niggas in my business, told you that before

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
You want me to hug you, you want me to love you
You want me to miss you everytime you gone
You wanna shine, you wanna spend time
Girl this is just a fling thing, word is bond
You want too much from me
Everyday calling my phone
You found out my benz sittin on chrome
Wont leave me alone
Catchin feelings cause I'm never at home
I should've known not to pick up the phone
Before a nigga got on
You wouldn't take time out to speak
Then you expect me to take your ass out to eat
I can't lie girl you sure look good in that mink
Tonight its on you, you gonna buy me a drink
Whatchu think?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
You want me to lay out quality time, like you don't know I'm on tour
Fuck you blowin up my cell phone for? huh?
Why everytime we talk you askin for more, huh?
You want a nigga to commit, that our relationship shit and
I didnt string you along, you talkin reckless
Shorty look at my necklace
I don't sell dreams, I sell records
I know your type, used to parade around town
Bumped into an entertainer, now you wanna slow down
Introduced me to family and friends as well
Walkin out the house feeling like a piece of show-n-tell
cheatin cause your boyfriend doesnt like to spend
I hate to bust your bubble but I'm just like him

[Chorus: repeat to fade].

They Talked About Jesus Lyrics - G-UNIT

[Intro: Young Buck]
Hello? Hello?
Anybody know what G-Unit is?
50, where the fuck you at, nigga?

[Hook: Young Buck (Lloyd Banks)]
Somebody called us and said the rap game needs us
(They talking)
Fuck it, they talked about Jesus
(Still hating)
Yeah, they hated on Jesus
(The real waiting)
They talked about Jesus
This one here is for all non-believers
(They talking)
Fuck it, they talked about Jesus
(Still hating)
Yeah, they hated on Jesus
(The real waiting)
You know they talked about Jesus

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I could care less about a rapper and his entourage
I don't give a fuck about a Phantom, it's not in our garage
Who could take the project bench to a driver lodge?
Fuck her to some Mary J. Blige, get out of dodge
Dirty nigga, but all my dope clean though
And I got fishscale for sale, fuck you mean ho?
You niggas crack under pressure, Tim Tebow
The shots didn't hit, you was at the freethrow
I let my heat go, pull up with my seat low
Girls smoking, I keep asking Banks where the weed go
Still with the shit, still searching for a kilo
I'm the reason why these niggas peeping out their peephole

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Wouldn't dent a armor at them niggas all together
Louise summer sweater, Yankee on the sky-dweller
'gamo belt, fly fella, they think all of mines vanilla
Six or seven more flavors out in Vegas with weather
With my kush up in the hall of fame
Cavemen, break out your ball and chain
I'll orchestrate the walk of shame
Your life's plain, escort me through here like the president
Royal room, you gotta tell the hoes what hotel I'm in
You never did, you out here regular, ain't go one heckler
I ball consecutive as long as they got neck to give
Salute me you ever see me, I'm a vet
CD full of cracks, easy with the grills, cut plat

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Fishscales paid the bill, I ain't never been broke
Arm ya, Adrien Broner on the ropes
I'm still at that Mickey D's off of Atlantic
My BK niggas, man, I feed them hammers
My connect only speaks Spanish
Uno, dos, tres, quatro, full bricks then vanished
Jump in the Martin Vanquish
Donald Sterling think he a slavemaster
Turn my Clippers jersey inside out
Feed niggas with long spoons running their mouth
Godfathers to the head, they spoiled that
Might trout your legs, overseased pussies, y'all loving thots
Been around the world, crime scene in the parking lot

[Hook].

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
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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.