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50 Cent - You Need Me Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah. It's 50...
Look you need me man
You need me
I mean you hate me
But you need me
Cuz I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure, it's pure as snow..

[50 Cent:]
I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you
You could get smoked when I come through, okay, okay
If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay... (50 Cent!)

Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend
And now Ima grind, Ima stack, and Ima do it again, okay, okay

Lemme show you how
Lemme show you how
I can show you how
Lemme show you how!...

This is that Porche GT shit
That Baltimore G shit
That body-bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit
Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch
Who want the dice, pray the outcomes nice, like 7 or 11 Ima winner
Pick up the chips, better yet bitch pick up the bricks
Tell the valet to bring us the whip
Look at the Vegas lights
I told ya I'll light up ya life
Pull up to the floor in a Ricky Hatton fight
Ima champion baby... A little bit crazy
But crazy's unpredictable and that's entertaining
So you hear the boss up, concrete blue, gossip
Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out
I can't be more then me
But you can make me out to be what you want me to be... 50!
It's just a pinch man
It's a sample
You're not supposed to get high
Off the sample
You're just supposed to feel a buzz
I'm not tryna get you where you need to go, with this...
I'm just havin' fun, you know?
Probably waiting for a next verse
Well there's not a next verse comin!!
I'm just playing man
Well you could take a bag of this right here
We'll call this right here the body bag
Lemme put a stamp on this dope right here
Yeah that blue magic shit Jay gave you
But I know you need to get high again

[Tony Yayo:]
Nigga if life is a gamble roll the dice
If the Feds kick the door then it's natural life, okay, okay
I got the dope in the vice, 8 pots on the stove
Move 8 bricks on about 8 hoes, okay, okay...

I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, Ima block hugger
I respect real G's like Don Fischer
I ain't ya middle man
I'm ya boss man, Pablo Escobar
King of New York man
King of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6 let that bitch fish scale
For real..!
[50 Cent]
It feels like silk!
This is that Sin City
Golden Navy
Players Club
Sue's Rendezvous
I mean this is like head!
Good Sex!
Now watch this climax!
I'll take it to the next level...
Come on...

[Lloyd Banks:]
There's a lot of product out there
But I'm the pure thing
4 rings, Ross-niggas, the guns
And court swings
Hip-Hop-Heroine
I'm better then whoever
When I inject the medicine it turns into a fetish
Fettuccini when I dine
Rap, White Line
Wanna recline
My jewels blind
I got a 89' grind
My Mercedes ride by 'em
My ladies top dime
I line 'em up, I ain't here to make friends, I'm bout a buck
I man the game like a corner
Everybody cut-throatin' hopin' they can catch a come up run up on a nigga jokin'
You strong enough for smokin?
That 2K raw
No bag, come back, You get what you paid for
Whore..!