300 Shots Lyrics

[50 Cent - Verse 1]

Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks

Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?

Well you can start, right before his ass 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?

Nigga 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 nigga the talent to push blow

like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go

Watch the pussy 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, its 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 ass like a public bathroom

I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden

Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy 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 Japan

I got Gats from the future, see-through guns

So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run

Nigga 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 nigga that do this for a livin'

Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen

Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"

We give for they knew who u was missin, nigga

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 niggas in the chest they never breathe again

Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again

Whats a man tryna wake up who cant 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 its you, bullets will hit you, boy

Your nobody so no one will miss you

Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through

Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual

Who wanna run up on me they get known quick

I blackout then snatch 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 nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe

About to kill these niggas with this New York flow

Say one nigga 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, niggas would have been pop

F**k a interview nigga I get into you nigga

Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga

[Prodigy - Verse 5]

Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest

You can see my verse, even if you the blindest

My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it

All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti

Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas

Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
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When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects

I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit

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**k with G-Unit then you gon' f**kin' blow

When you f**k with Mobb Deep, then bring some f**kin' hoes

'cause its 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 motherf**ker put the hammer in diesel

G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview

Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy

The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy

Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me

Plays f**k me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy

QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle

Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to

Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his

See this serious, motherf**kin ask them kids

Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid

Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt

[Billy Danze - Verse 7]

You about to witness an M.O.P thug out

And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga

F**k a warden I ring bells like a doorman

So all you motherf**kers 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**k 'em up

Dude you gonna get your ass banged f**kin' with that homie Lloyd Banks

Wild gun style what the f**k y'all think..

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 8]

Niggas aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know that

Niggas 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 dont 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 wouldnt believe but im accepted

By mainstream America and good in the piece

Now niggaz 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 bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low

Damn 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 cant 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 niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be

Im wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get

Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em up

I know niggas from 'round there and they dont check us

All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas 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, niggas 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?

Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all f**ked up..

Im finna kill few of you mother f**kers man..

Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya niggas 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**ker!