In The Club
50 Cent ft Fabolous Lyrics

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, lady

It's your birthday
Today is your special day

We gon' party like it's your birthday
We will celebrate as if it is your birthday

We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
We will drink Bacardi as if it is your birthday

And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday
And we don't care it's not actually your birthday

When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs (uh-huh)
When I arrive in front of the building, you see my Mercedes-Benz with oversized wheels

When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty nines in the club (yeah)
When I show up with 20 people, I have 29-inch rims on my car in the club

Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
People found out I work with Dr. Dre, now they want to be friendly with me

When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck (woo)
When you have sold as many records as Eminem and women want to have sex with you

Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up
Look friend, nothing has changed, women are present, gangsters are around

I see Xzibit in the cut, hey nigga, roll that weed up (roll that)
I see Xzibit smoking in the corner, hey man, roll marijuana for us

If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp
If you observe how I behave, you could believe I am a player or pimp

Been hit wit a few shells but I don't walk wit a limp (I'm aight)
I have been shot at, but I don't have a limp (I am OK)

In the hood in L.A., they sayin', '50 you hot' (uh-huh)
In my neighborhood in Los Angeles, people are saying '50, you are popular'

They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love 'Pac
People like me, I want them to love me like they loved Tupac Shakur

But holla in New York, them niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
But if you ask in New York, they will say I am crazy

And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
And the goal is to dominate the rap industry

I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
I am entirely concentrated, my thoughts are on earning money

Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (woo)
I received one million dollars from my contract, but I am still working hard

Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (uh-huh)
Now, the lady says she likes my style and my rap skills

Her girlfriend with her, they bi and they ready to go (okay)
Her friend is with her, they are both bisexual and ready to leave

My flow, my show brought me the dough
My rap style and performances earned me money

That bought me all my fancy things
That allowed me to purchase all of my luxurious items

My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
My house, my vehicles, my clothing, and my jewelry

Look, nigga, I done came up and I ain't changed (what, what, yeah)
Hey man, I have elevated in society, but I remain the same person

And you should love it, way more than you hate it
You should appreciate it more than disliking it

Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
Man, are you upset? I believed you would be pleased I succeeded

I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
I am the person standing near the bar, raising my glass to celebrate the good life

You that faggot ass nigga tryna pull me back, right?
You are that homosexual man attempting to hold me back, correct?

When my joint get to pumpin' in the club it's on
When my music starts playing loudly in the club, the party is just getting started

I wink my eye at your bitch, if she smiles, she gone
I wink at your woman, if she responds with a smile, she is leaving with me

If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If the roof is on fire, let it burn down entirely

If you talkin' 'bout money homie, I ain't concerned
If you're talking about money, my friend, I am not worried

I'ma tell you what Banks told me, 'Cuz, go 'head switch the style up
I will tell you what Banks said to me, 'Brother, change your style up

If niggas hate, then let 'em hate, then watch the money pile up'
If people hate, let them hate, then witness the pile of money grow

Or we can go upside your head with a bottle of bub'
Or alternatively, we can hit you over the head with a bottle of champagne

They know where we fuckin' be
They know where we are partying

Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga
Don't pretend as though you don't know where we are located, man

We in the club all the time, nigga, it's a problem, pop off, nigga
We are always in the club, it can lead to issues, so be ready for confrontation

G-Unit
The end signature of 50 Cent's music group, G-Unit