Position of Power – 50 Cent

[Intro:]
Ha, ha,ha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Ha, ha, ha

[50 Cent:]
Aww nigga don’t trip
I’ll kill you if you fuck with my grip
I won’t hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga don’t trip
You’re gonna make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What’s up? You’re whipped
Aww nigga don’t trip
You’re gonna get you monkey ass hit
Run in you whip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga don’t trip
Case you didn’t know who this is
It’s 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga don’t trip

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:]
I come through your hood, stuntin’ in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I’m the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin’, bumpin’ Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin’ the east ain’t enough, it’s time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a little house shoppin’, and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby’ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
Niggas be wearin’ fake signs, I’m rockin’ a little charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the bong

[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:]
Where I’m from, you learn to blend in or get touched
I don’t need niggas for support, I don’t walk with a crutch
Niggas know my stage, they don’t fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I’ll feed you my gun
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit, it’s real laid back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one ’cause
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a little extra money on the side mayn
I ain’t playin’, I’m up early with the birds word
Puttin’ that work in, parrelli’s on the Porsche chirpin’ (I’m making moves)
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin’ to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack

[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I’m in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna

Piggy Bank – 50 Cent

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I’ll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I’ll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I’ll get atcha, Tupac don’t pretend
I’ll get atcha, I’ll put that to an end

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That shit is oh, don’t be screamin’ get at me dawg
Have you runnin’ for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin’ that semi, like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin’ off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol’ black nine
I’ll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol’ chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C’mon man, you know how I shine
I’m in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don’t hear no shots
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was “In Da Club”
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don’t fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cause I’ll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I’m rich as hell, Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell
He don’t want it with me, he in PC
I can have a nigga run up on him with 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 surgeory
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said 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 mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I’ll give you what I got

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I’ll get atcha, I’ll punch out your grill
I’ll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I’ll get atcha, nigga I’m for real
I’ll get atcha, you’ll get your ass killed

[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
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 c’mon man everybody’s listenin’
nigga everybody’s listenin’
Hahahaha
I know you ain’t gon’ just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said grip up
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha

Window Shopper – 50 Cent

[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better

[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you’s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can’t buy
Joe you’s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you’s a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you’s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can’t buy
Nigga you’s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you’s a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by

[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I’m filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I’ll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y’all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, shit changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I’m holing, holing, holing
shit man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus]

Beautiful – EMINEM

Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everyone has a private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me, and I’m reaching out for you

I’m just so fu-ckin’ depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
And the right thing for me to pick that mic back up
I don’t know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I’m in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to beat this pain
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can’t admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can’t sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact
I’ll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
Copy
One tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you have to walk a thousand miles

Chorus
Walk my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
All be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Looking shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful OoOo
They can all get fu-cked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful OoOo
They can all get fu-cked. Just stay true to you

I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in
It’s like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that then it opens a door to conversation
Like I want that…
I’m not looking for extra attention
I just want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don’t need fu-cking man servin’
Tryin to follow me around, and wipe my ass
Laugh at every single joke I crack
And half of them ain’t even funny like that
Ahh Marshall, you’re so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn
Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don’t you all sit down
Listen to the tale I’m about to tell
Hell, we don’t have to trade our shoes
And you don’t have to walk no thousand miles

Chorus
Walk my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
All be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Looking shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful OoOo
They can all get fu-cked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful OoOo
They can all get fu-cked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo

Nobody asked for life to deal us
With these bullshit hands with doubt
We have to take these cards ourselves
And flip them, don’t expect no help
Now I could have either just
Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
But take this situation in which I’m placed in
And get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid
To wait but I know to unpack his bags
Never sat on the porch and hoped and prayed
For a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in
Every single place
Every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid
Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me
Keep making that face till it gets stuck like that
Meanwhile I’m just standing there
Holding my tongue up trying to talk like this
Till I stuck my tungue on the frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old
I learned my lesson and cause I wasn’t tryin to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story
Not just based on my description
Cause where you see it from where you’re sitting
Is probably 110% different
I guess we would have to walk a mile
In each other’s shoes, at least
What size you where?
I wear tens
Let’s see if you can fit your feet

Chorus
Walk my shoes, just to see
What it’s like, to be me
All be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what I’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s mind
Just to see what we find
Looking shit through each other’s eyes

But don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful OoOo
They can all get fu-cked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo
Don’t let ‘em say you ain’t beautiful OoOo
They can all get fu-cked. Just stay true to you sOoOoo

Lately I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everyone has a private world
Where they can be alone… sOoOoo
Are you calling me, are you trying to get through OoOo
Are you reaching out for me, and I’m reaching out for you sOoOoo Oo Oo

Yea… To my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be soon
And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes
That fit you, so put em on and wear em
And be yourself man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny,
Don’t ever let no one tell you, you ain’t beautiful