P.I.M.P. (оригинал 50 Cent)
[Chorus]
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 Gabbana
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

С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р (перевод)
[Припев]
Не знаю, что ты обо мне слышала,
Но ни одна су*а не получит от меня и копейки.
Ни Кадиллака, ни бесплатных визитов в салон красоты. Неужели ты не видишь,
Что я чёртов С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р?

[Повтор]

[1-ый куплет]
Сейчас эта красотка в клубе, она танцует за деньги.
У неё пристрастие к Gucci, Fendi, Prada,
BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana.
Она удовлетворяет их глупые фантазии, а они платят ей, потому что хотят платить.
Я шепнул ей кое-что, и моя игра её заинтриговала.
Час спустя я отымел эту поп*у в Рамаде,
А слабаки-ниге*ы говорили ей на ухо, что думают о ней.
Я снял эту су*у, предложив ей выпить в баре.
Ей понравился мой стиль, моя улыбка, моя речь.
Она сама из деревни, поэтому я думаю, что нравлюсь ей, потому что я из Нью-Йорка.
Я не из тех ниге*ов, которые орут, когда им хочется минет.
Я отношусь к тем, кто орёт, когда им нужно заработать на хлеб.
Но я мог бы быть менее требовательным к тому, какова она в постели.
Су*а, выйди на дорогу, найди клиента, а затем заплати малышу.
Смотри, детка, это просто. Ты не понимаешь этого,
Но ты тра*****ся со мной, ты тра*****ся с С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р-О-М.

[Припев]

[2-ой куплет]
Деньги всегда при мне, видишь, детка, ты можешь орать на меня.
Ты тра*****ся со мной, а я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Я не то, что ты видишь по ТВ: не Кадиллак
И не сальная башка. Су*а, я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Давай, получи от меня денег, если тебе любопытно,
Каково это – переспать с С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р-О-М.
Прокатись мо мной на Мерсе. Ты сможешь посмотреть телевизор
На заднем сиденье моей тачки, я С-У-Т-Е-Н-Ё-Р.
Детка, мы могли бы распить бутылку шампанского и устроить пиршество,
Мы могли бы выпить за хорошую жизнь, детка, мы могли бы проделать всё это.
Мы могли бы потратить кучу денег, раскупив торговый центр.
Если тебе кто-то нужен, то зови меня.
Я буду поддерживать тебя в трудные минуты.
Если у тебя будут проблемы, я разрешу их, будь они серьёзные или не очень.
А тот, другой, ниг*ер, который рядом с тобой, он мне и в подмётки не годится.
Я твой друг, твой отец, тот, кому ты можешь доверять, СУ*А.

[Припев]

[3-ий куплет]
Придурки, я вам уже говорил, что я всегда упакован.
У меня есть Мерс, немного ценных вещиц и украшений.
Я ору на шлю*, пока не доведу их до конфуза.
Услуги сук я не оплачиваю, зато я покупаю ботинки из крокодильей кожи
И изделия из шиншиллы (летом мех стоит дешевле).
Кореш, ты можешь иметь эту шлю*у. Когда я закончу, я не собираюсь оставлять её.
Кореш, су*и приходят и уходят, это знает каждый сутенёр.
Ты говоришь, что это нужно держать в секрете, но ты не должен молчать об этом.
Су*а, выбери меня, и я заставлю тебя раздеться посреди улицы,
Опустить остальных моих шлю*. Я отшлёпаю тебя по зад**це.
А теперь тра*ай меня в зад, су*а, это всегда приносит мне денег.
Последний ниг*ер, с которым она была, наложил ей на голову швы.
Пусть твоя шлю*а останется в убытке, я заставлю её платить,
Потому что мне нужны 4 телевизора и полная стереосистема на шестерых.
Шлю*а, сделай сутенёра богатым. Я не стану платить, су*а.
Найди себе клиента, отсо*и у него, делай всякие фокусы.

[Припев]

Да, говорят, что в Голливуде нет бизнеса лучше, чем шоу-бизнес.
В моём районе говорят, что нет бизнеса лучше проституции, вот так.
Говорят, что я слишком быстро говорю. Если ты не догоняешь,
Я не стану говорить медленнее, чтобы ты всё поняла, СУ*А.

[Verse 1]
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!
Snap back to reality, OHH - there goes gravity
OHH - there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't
Give up that easy nope, he won't have it
He knows, his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so sad that he knows
when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's
back to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Chorus]
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better..

[Verse 2]
Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is boring but superstardom's
close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over
These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows
He's known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner
But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
fact that I can't get by with my nine to
five and I can't provide the right type of
life for my family, cause man, these God damn
food stamps don't buy diapers, and there's no movie
There's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's gettin even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed plus, teeter-totter
Caught up between bein a father and a primadonna
Baby momma drama screamin on her too much for me to wanna
stay in one spot, another day of monotony
has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
to formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure's not
Mom I love you but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus]

[Outro]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man

"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy"
(feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
That the nine will jam right in my hand

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed