50 Cent - In Da Club

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50 CENT LYRICS

"In Da Club"

[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shorty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday
'Cause you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

[Refren (2x)]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of Bud
Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

[Strofa]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look nigga i done came up and i ain't change.

[Strofa]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be

[Refren (2x)]

[Pricajuci]
[Smejanje] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit

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50 Cent › Patiently Waiting

[50 cent talking]
Ay em you know my favorite white boy right...i.. I owe you for this one


I’ve been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass’ll get rolled on (it’s 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin i’ma fuckin
Fall of your so wrong



I’ve finished it in my head
Like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic with passin just from 9-11 (yea)
The lords blessing left me lyrically incline (uh huh)
Shit I ain’t even got to try to shine
God’s a seamstress who tailorfitted my pain
I got scribtures in my brain
I can spit at your thang
Straight out the good book
Look niggaz is shook
50 fear no man warrior
Swing swords like conan
Picture me pen in hand
Write lines knowin’ the source will quote it
When I die they’ll read this
And say a genius wrote it
I grew up witout my pop
Shit that make me bitter
I caught cases and got out
Does that make me a quitter
In this white mans world
I’m simmilar to a squirral
Lookin for a slut
Wit a nice but to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone
Will stop ringing again
These industry niggaz ain’t friends
They know how to pretend

I’ve been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass’ll get rolled on (it’s 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin im’a fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(it’s 50!!)

[eminem]

Youve been patiently waiting
To make it through all the hate
And debatin weither or not
You can even weather the storm
When she lay on the table
They operating to save you
It’s like a angel came to you
Sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy
But they ain’t crazy lets face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain’t shit they ain’t sayin shit
Spray umh 50 (gun shots)
A to k get in the way
I bring dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem
You stayin wit me
Don’t let me lose you
I’m not tryin to confuse you
When I let lose wit this oozee
And just shoot through you izuzu
You get the message
Am I gettin through to you
You know it’s comin
You motherfuckers don’t even kno do you
Take some big and some pac
And you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little bit yellow top
What the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers
Tied up in a knot
The jebanauds of this rap shit
Like it or not it’s like a fight to the top
To see who die for the spot
You put your life in this
Nothin like survivng a shot
Y’all know what time it is
Soon as 50 signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats
Cause I get alot
Shady records was 80 seconds
Away from the towers
Them cowards fucked with the wrong building
They meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children
Their nuclear showers theres nothin spookier
Your now about to witness the power
Fuck umh!


I’ve been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass’ll get rolled on (it’s 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin i’ma fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(it’s 50!!)
It’s the gun squad here
And you hear the shots go off
(it’s 50, they say it’s 50)
You see a nigga laid out
Wit his fuckin top blown off
(it’s 50, man that was’nt 50)
They don’t holla my name

[50 cent]
You should’nt throw stones
If you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw
You should watch your mouth
Cause I’ll break your face
Have you ass runnin
Mumbling to the check
Your going against me dogg
You makin a mistake
I split yo lip
You lookin like them
Michael jack-son jackets
Wit all them zippers
I’m the boss on this boat
You can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over
You should call me flipper
Your bitch a regular bitch
Your callin her wifey
I fucked her feed her fast food
You keepin’ her icee
I’m down to sell records
But not my soul
Snoop said this in ’94
We don’t love them ho’s
I got pennies for my dogs
Now I’m rich
See the 20’s spinnin’
Lookin mean on the 6
Nigga’s wearin flags
Cause the colors match they clothes
The get caught in the wrong hood
And filled up with holes
Motherfucka’

I’ve been patiently waiting
For a track to explode on (yea)
You get stunned if you want
And yo ass’ll get rolled on (it’s 50)
A fuse like my flows
Been hot for so long (yea)
If you thinkin im’a fuckin
Fall of your so wrong
(it’s 50!!)