50 CENT

PIMP

 

I don't know what you heard about me

But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P

[Repeat]

[Verse 1]

Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars

She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada

That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana

She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna

I spit a little G man, and my game got her

A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada

Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her

I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk

She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York

I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head

I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread

I could care less how she perform when she in the bed

Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid

Look baby this is simple, you can't see

You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me

If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P

Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy

Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P

Come get money with me, if you curious to see

how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P

Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV

From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball

We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all

We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall

If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call

I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall

If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small

That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit

I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I told you fools before, I stay with the tools

I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels

I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused

She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes

I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper

Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her

Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know

You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low

Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street

Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat

Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread

The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head

Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch

Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six

Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch

Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness

In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know

They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster

I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

 

 

IN DA CLUB

 

In Da Club

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go shawty

It's your birthday

We gon' party like it's yo birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck

It's not your birthday!

[Chorus] (2x)

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub

Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs

I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love

So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed

[Verse]

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, hoe's down, G's up

I see Xzibit in the cut hey 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 I'm loco

And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm fully 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 willin to get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus] (2x)

[Bridge]

My flow, my show brought me the doe

That bought me all my fancy things

My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels

Look nigga I done came up and I ain't changed

[Verse]

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 joint 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 they wit a bottle of bub

They know where we fuckin be

[Chorus] (2x)

[Talking]

(laughing) 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

Shady/Aftermath

 

 

 

 

 

 

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