[50 Cent] [50 Cent] [50 ] Cent Yeah, I like the way this feel Yeah, I like the way this feel Sí , me gusta la forma en que esta sensación This make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!) This make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!) Esto hace que desea justa ( G. -G -G -G , G -Unit !) Buck somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!) Buck somethin, hahaha (G-UNIT!) Buck algo , jajaja (G -UNIT !) [Chorus: 50 Cent] [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you [ Estribillo: ] 50 Cent You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you Nigga te cagas en mí, me cago en ti An eye for an eye nigga An eye for an eye nigga Usted pone un golpe en mí , puse un golpe en usted Survive the shots or die nigga Survive the shots or die nigga Ojo por ojo negro [50] Get 'em Banks! [50] Get 'em Banks! Sobrevive a los tiros o morir nigga [Verse One: Lloyd Banks - singing] [Verse One: Lloyd Banks - singing] They can't hold me They can't hold me [50 ] Obtener " Bancos em ! I'm Lloyd Banks the one and on-ly I'm Lloyd Banks the one and on-ly Not your buddy, not your pal, not your ho-mey Not your buddy, not your pal, not your ho-mey [ Verso Uno : Lloyd Banks - cantando] But ain't a government around that can control me But ain't a government around that can control me No pueden celebrar Oh no!!! Oh no!!! Estoy Lloyd Banks y en el que -ly [rapping] [rapping] ¿No es su amigo, no su amigo , no su ho -mey Uhh, I'm on that 'Doggystyle' shit, man I don't love a hoe Uhh, I'm on that 'Doggystyle' shit, man I don't love a hoe Pero no es un gobierno que todo puede controlarme Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know ¡Oh, no ! Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow Never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow Most them niggaz wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo Most them niggaz wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo [ rap ] Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's where I come from Southside Jamaica neighbor yeah that's where I come from Uhh , yo estoy en esa "mierda Doggystyle ' , el hombre que no amo una azada If you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun If you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun Papi no era redonda, así que tuve que dejar que mi hermano sabe Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the dumb one Fly straight soldier, ain'tcha tired of bein the dumb one Nunca permanezca en el centro , jugar la parte de atrás y deje que su dinero crezca Or are you satisfied bein another nigga's Dun-Dunn Or are you satisfied bein another nigga's Dun-Dunn La mayoría de ellos niggaz no existiría si era yo bummy We all know friendships turnin sour when you gettin it We all know friendships turnin sour when you gettin it Southside Jamaica , sí que es vecino de donde yo vengo Some niggaz hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggaz shit Some niggaz hate me in the hood, but I don't owe them niggaz shit Si usted ve un nigga con mí entonces hay más de un arma Smilin all up my face like I don't know them niggaz sick Smilin all up my face like I don't know them niggaz sick Vuela soldado recta, ain'tcha cansado de ser la muda But I can care less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich But I can care less, I'm on the Island and I'm gettin rich O ¿está usted satisfecho bein otro nigga Dun -Dunn [Chorus] [Chorus] Todos sabemos amistades girando agria cuando lo gettin [Verse Two: Young Buck] [Verse Two: Young Buck] Algunos niggaz me odian en la capilla, pero no les debemos niggaz mierda Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it nigga Smilin todo hasta mi cara como si no las conocen, niggaz enfermos Came from the country, Dirty South get it nigga Came from the country, Dirty South get it nigga Pero me importa un comino , estoy en la Isla y haces que salga rica Feds try and question me, they run up in my ho-tel Feds try and question me, they run up in my ho-tel They said there was a shootin, but they found no shells They said there was a shootin, but they found no shells [ Chorus] New York City hell they throwin niggaz under jails New York City hell they throwin niggaz under jails I got love for dem and I ain't even from dere I got love for dem and I ain't even from dere [ Verso Dos: ] Young Buck Now bust a shot for dem boys on da block Now bust a shot for dem boys on da block Caminar y hablar él, escupirlo cómo lo vivo nigga I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game nigga Vino del país, Dirty South conseguirlo nigga There's somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound There's somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound Los federales tratan y me pregunta , que corren en mi ho -tel That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down That make me pull up, hop out, and make a nigga lay down Dijeron que había una a disparar , pero no encontraron conchas See every time we 'round, you hear some shots go off See every time we 'round, you hear some shots go off Ciudad de Nueva York el infierno que throwin del niggaz en las cárceles And niggaz get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off And niggaz get they chains snatched when they tryin to show off Tengo amor por dem y yo ni siquiera es de dere Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way Ahora los chicos busto de un tiro para dem da en bloque And come to find out, these niggaz softer than Sade' And come to find out, these niggaz softer than Sade' Puedo sentir tu dolor nigga , yo todavía estoy en el juego del nigga I'ma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm I'ma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm No hay pelea algo el sonido de un trey- libra And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don motherfucker Eso me tire hacia arriba , de un salto, y hacer un nigga establecer [Interlude: singing] [Interlude: singing] Ver cada vez que «ronda , se escucha algunos disparos apagará We got the Hei-ny We got the Hei-ny Y niggaz conseguir que las cadenas arrebató cuando tratando de mostrar So make one wrong move and you're dy-ing So make one wrong move and you're dy-ing Tiroteos en pleno día , lo hacemos de la manera mafia Ain't no time for coppin a plea and cry-ing Ain't no time for coppin a plea and cry-ing Y llegado a saber , estos niggaz más suave que Sade ' Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin' Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin' Voy a seguir viviendo mi vida con una pistola en la palma de mi mano So you gone So you gone Y una muñeca llena de hielo , me puede llamar a un hijo de puta Don [Chorus] [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] [ Interludio: ] cantando I got a handgun habit, nigga front I'll let you have it I got a handgun habit, nigga front I'll let you have it Tenemos el Hei- ny When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it Así que un movimiento en falso y te dy -ción I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggaz (yea) I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggaz (yea) ¿No hay tiempo para Coppin un motivo y llorar -ing Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast nigga Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast nigga Porque mi niggaz no es gon ' Ridin parada " I ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray shit I ain't a marksman, one spark and I spray shit Así que te has ido Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play bitch (uh-huh) Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don't play bitch (uh-huh) Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit Move like I'm militant, back on that gorilla shit [ Chorus] Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggaz can't move me (yea) Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggaz can't move me (yea) I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's handled I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo, if it's a problem it's handled [Verso Tres : 50 Cent ] I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles I have your people pourin our liquor and lightin candles Tengo un hábito de arma de fuego , frente a nigga voy a dejar que lo tienes You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times Cuando los disparos se apagan, los policías diciendo que de vuelta en 50 Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind Soy alérgico a las plumas de estas aves - culo niggaz (sí) It's crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust It's crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust Frente y voy a poner tu cerebro en ese nigga frenar rápido First there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse First there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse No es un tirador , una chispa y me cago de pulverización We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam We don't go to funerals, but we'll go to your wake fam Nuff rondas de que HK , yo no juego perra ( uh -huh) Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man Mover como soy militante , de vuelta en esa mierda del gorila [Chorus] [Chorus] Moody , irrespetuoso, rebelde , pero niggaz no puede moverse mí ( sí)