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(Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 (Verse 1) I suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against me or its R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special ed , I got special bread It's easy now, please believe me now I dismiss a hoe, bitch leave me now I fuck when I want, I do what I like She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike She a super freak, the freak of the week I give her something a suck, she give her something to eat Its never enough, she like it rough We keep it going and we switch positions, listen (Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Let that ass drop, like my '64 (Verse 2) Tony Yayo I need a dollar everytime that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha Now how much is that I'm getting money baby, my truck a Lamborghini I'm in alley bibi, where the girls are freaky Haters wanna be me, hoes glad to see me Ma I love it when you lie & say my eyes are dreamy..dreamy chump niggas fall in love with a bitch, patron and i think i fucked the blood outta chick I'm in the club frontin, I'm in the club stuntin' 10 Grand by the bar, Ma it ain't nothing (Verse 3) Lloyd Banks If home girl wit it, I'm get it, hit it, split it She'll think about me everyday, hour, minute Second to nobody, baby check it you look as good as a check And when your naked, I'm ready to fuck A little head in the truck If her tounge game good, i'ma let her come up And when the sun goes down, I'll be back in the town Stash box down, put the magnum down I'm with the G-Unit, Nigga you not ballin on the G2 jet however do you want it however do you need d, O.P.E. on the fuckin cd, its me (Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it

Music video by G-Unit performing Poppin' Them Thangs: BET Version with Dr. Dre [Producer], Scott Storch [Producer], Mr. X [Video Director], Ron Morhoff [Producer] (C) 2003 G Unit/Interscope Records

Music video by G-Unit performing Poppin' Them Thangs: Explicit Version with Dr. Dre [Producer], Scott Storch [Producer], Mr. X [Video Director], Ron Morhoff [Producer] (C) 2003 G Unit/Interscope Records

G-Unit Rider Pt2 Music Video Off of TOS Terminate On Sight http://www.thisis50.com

Music video by G-Unit performing Smile: Revised Audio with Jessy Terrero, Antoinette Parkinson (C) 2003 G Unit/Interscope Records

off the "Beg For Mercy" cd [Chorus: 50 Cent] My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend [Lloyd Banks] Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on They ride with me when I'm past the mall Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm running a game of basketball One sqeeze will make a bastard fall Gasp and crall You need a bulletproof vest mask and all Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?) Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome He even got closet space inside of my home He ain't never been broke he glitchless So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infared beam in the scope for distance The best company wouldn't proach in business He who ride with me to the end We all gotta friend And mine is a G-U-N. [Chorus: 50 Cent] My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can My finger tips sore for four hours I backround She meet him his destination hell or heaven Cause I only bring em out for that 187 He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend. [Chorus: 50 Cent] [Young Buc] We been through it all yet we both still livin' We been in a box but we both still spittin' And when there was beef you even played your position Got under the seat until we spotted our victim At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York And little did they know we was ready for war Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his head out the door See whenever you come out something happen on the block You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac People see you ain't run and you even say shit They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole When the first one get out the next one go To know where your headed you gotta know where you been The glock stay with me we friends till the end. [Chorus: 50 Cent]

G-Unit video "The Mechanic" from the mixtape "Elephant In The Sand" available for free download on http://www.thisis50.com

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Music video by G-Unit performing Stunt 101: BET Version, Closed Captioned with Bryan Barber, William Green (C) 2003 G Unit/Interscope Records

New G-Unit Video Good To Me A Thisis50 video http://www.thisis50.com

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G-Unit video I'm Bout That watch more on http://www.thisis50.com

Music video by Shawnna performing Damn with B. Crucial [Producer], Tony Dinero [Producer], Josh Goldstein [Video Producer], Rosanne Cunningham [Video Producer], MW [Video Director] (C) 2006 The Island Def Jam Music Group

Too Hot for your TV version I Like The Way She Do It - Uncensored http://www.thisis50.com

[Chorus] I wanna get to know you I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose o' my lovin' I'm sure I'm gon' drive you crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my lovin' I'm sure I'm gon' drive you crazy [Young Buck] Im lovin' how you look in my eyes Swingin' them hips when you pass I'm visualizing my name tattooed on that ass baby Jump on this Harley Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi Then go pull up at the after-party I think we make a perfect couple But you think I'm trouble Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman" Think im'a be chasin' her - chicken head, you on somethin' Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time And your Gucci poop the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do Make a decision shorty, good things don't last long Your girlfriend keeps showin' me that thong Before I head home Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on Holla at yo boy [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Lately she's been frustrated with the baller Wonder why I don't call her Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spoil her Heck, it's annoying from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know that we friends and nothing more She loves it when I'm in town Hate it when I'm not around I get her and weigh it down Next door neighboors hear the sound Pictures hittin' the ground Just enough to hold us down I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with her frame And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name Her panties wet over fame Fell in love with my chain I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain Surrounding me, hounding me, trying to be my only I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie. [Chorus] [50 Cent] (Yeah) Know what would fuck me up more? Watching her lick her lips Or watching her walk, she hypnotize me with her hips man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right Look I'm legit now used to break laws Now you can reap the benefits of world tours Big house, big Benz, girl its yours Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Don't indulge in my past, fuck what happened before you Cause their be some homies gon' hate you that never saw you Come here, let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tongue on you you put your tongue on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night We can have a ball tonight [Chorus]

My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'll stick 'em out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on He ride with me when I pass the mall And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball One squeeze will make a bastard fall Gasp and crall You need a bulletproof vest mask and all Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?) Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome He even got closet space inside of my home He ain't never been broke he glitchless So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infrared beam in the scope for distance The best company when approaching business He who ride with me to the end We all gotta friend And mine is a G-U-N. My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'll stick 'em out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams She meet him his destination hell or heaven Cause I only bring em out for that 187 He don't have a heart I just keep feeding him shells He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me They came I ran I had to toss my other little homie Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads These niggaz is lyin they just like they pretend Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend. My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'll stick 'em out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend We been through it all yet we both still livin' We been in a box but we both still spittin' And when there was beef you even played your position Got under the seat until we spotted our victim At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York And little did they know we was ready for war Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his head out the door See whenever you come out something happen on the block You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac People see you ain't run and you even say shit They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole When the first one get out the next one go To know where your headed you gotta know where you been The glock stay with me we friends till the end. My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'll stick 'em out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

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Papoose and Fat Joe beef keeps going. Check out Papoose getting ready for the fight! + listen to the new G-Unit track "Rider Part 2" Off of the new mixtape "Elephant in the sand"

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Lloyd Bank's best perfomance in a video so far!!

"Lay You Down" G-Unit, they ain't ready AHHHH! I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herfucking khakis on Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin But get outta line and it's oops upside ya head The media they write whatever they choose And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin You heard of me but do you know how I get down Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane See Buck been shot, but not more than 50 I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy? I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set These industry niggas know they better pay me my check I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled 50 whatever they did to the kid is handled Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN Everywhere we go, just leaves number one We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one) Man we own that slot, we won't stop I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper And I don't mean a soda The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga Your fuckin wit a soldier I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder So please keep talkin So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin The birds keep hawkin, why? Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip And if they pull out you'd prolly shit Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas

G-Unit in Atlantic City 50 Cent's birthday http://www.thisis50.com Missinfo, Freeway, DJ envy and many more

Behind the scenes camera catches gunfire at G-Unit's Spider-Loc video shoot. Gang-related music video causes locals to fire round at Compton airport during filming.