Say My Name lyrics

by

50 Cent


[50 Cent]
Yeah, Fifty, Ha Ha

I'm complex, difficult to understand
I don't know if it's me
Or just to make a brother mad
I wanna it in the morning
Bright and early I want it
I rise as the sunrise
Baby now get up on it
Give it to me good
Shawty work it like you should
You follow instructions
Then I follow instructions
The ultimate seduction
More kissing and touching
Feels super natural
First chance I'm at you

[Ice Cube]
To f*ck with Ice Cube
You gotta sh*t talk, big talk, Crip walk
Bang hard, run yards, flip cars
Cause you f*cking with millionaires
Big stars
Only clocking a grip will make our
di*ks hard
I come through when I handle my
Business
Like a goddamn menace
n*ggas think I eat spinach
Cause you need a dentist
Whenever I finish
It's the Grin-ich, with a gang of
Lieutenants
WESTSIDE!
[50 Cent]
I like it when you freaky
I’m freaky
I’ll explore your body completely
Til you feel like you need me
Chest to chest
I reckon I get to kiss you in neck
Come correct to make a sweat
It’s making us wet
Say my name, say my name
Positions we change
I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking
I ain’t playing no games
Jackpot, backshot
Still roughly taken
My pleasure is pleasing you
You should feel the same too

[2Pac]
Now ever since a n*gga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the
Penitentiary, still ballin'
Riding on these n*ggas cause they
Lame
In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
Can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug
n*gga
Up before the sun rise, quicker than
The drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, n*gga then we first to
Bomb
Bust on these b*tch-made n*ggas
Hit em up, Westside!
Ain't nobody love me as a broke n*gga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if
I smoke n*ggas
I love my females strapped, I'll f*ck her
From the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's
Where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these n*ggas wonder
Why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see
Who's next to try
Did I cry, hell nah, n*gga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen
Many peers dead
n*ggas still ballin
[Snoop Dogg]
Top Dogg, bite em all
n*gga burn the sh*t up
D-P-G-C my n*gga turn that sh*t up
C-P-T, L-B-C
Yeah we hooking back up
And when they bang this in the club
Baby you got to get up
Thug n*ggas drug dealers
Yeah they giving it up
Lowlife, yo life
Boy we living it up
Taking chances while we dancing
In the party for sure
Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she got
In the back do'
b*tches looking at me strange
But you know I don't care
Step up in this motherf*cker
Just a-swanging my hair
b*tch quit talking, Crip walk
Stay down with the set
Take a bullet with some di*k and take
This dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down
For the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, b*tch shut
Yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of
Success
If you believe in the S you'll be
Relieving your stress
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