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50 Cent Bans Snoop Dogg From Smoking On The Set Of “BMF”


50 Cent told Snoop Dogg that the set of “BMF” is a smoke free zone.

Snoop Dogg is a West Coast legend who has built his career on his smooth-talking style and his embrace of marijuana culture. It’s rare that you see Snoop without a blunt in hand, so it makes sense that the “Gin and Juice” rapper was caught off guard when someone tried to interrupt his smoke session. 50 Cent took to Instagram this week to share the moment he attempted to talk Snoop into putting out his weed while on the set of his upcoming show, BMF.

The picture showed Snoop in full makeup for his character role on the show, looking at a masked Fifty like he was crazy. “This is how @snoopdogg looked at me when I told him he can’t smoke weed on set,” Fif captioned the post. “He said f**k you talking about 50 it’s legal. LOL”.

Fifty may have just been looking out for the comfort of the cast and crew, some of whom might prefer not to get a second-hand high during work hours. Snoop, on the other hand, knows his worth and is probably betting he won’t get kicked off set for refusing to put out his blunt. The picture also revealed some behind-the-scenes details about BMF, showing Snoop in a vintage afro, old-school sunglasses, and flashy gold chains.

Snoop is reportedly playing a pastor and spiritual advisor in Black Mafia Family which tells the true story of Demetrius “Big Meech” Flenory and his brother Terry “Southwest T” Flenory and their bigtime drug trafficking operation. The show is being filmed in Detroit and Atlanta and features several familiar faces, including La La Anthony.

Although he may be under the influence at all times, Snoop has already proven his acting chops several times over, including in his recent role alongside Matthew McConaughey in The Beach Bum. The rap icon received many positive reviews for his work in the film, although critics noted that the character was very similar to Snoop’s real-life personality. Now that he is cast as a pastor in BMF, fans may get a chance to see a more dynamic performance from the D.O. double G.

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50 Cent “I’m gonna shock you all with my next move”



50 Cent promises that his next move will shock you.

The rap mogul has been conquering Television and the big screen in the past few years but it sounds like his best is yet to come. 50 Cent is one of the most commercially successful rappers of all-time with his debut album Get Rich or Die Tryin’ selling close to 10 million copies in the United States to date and has been certified 6× platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). Not many rappers have achieved that amount of album sales from just one project.

Following the release of the album, 50 Cent went on to star in his own movie Get Rich or Die Tryin’ (film) released in 2005. The film chronicles 50 Cent life from before fame where he was shot 9 times in Queens, NY in 2000 and survived. The biopic raked in $46.4 million at the Box Office.

50 Cent is now using that fame to push his career in acting and television production and so far it’s been working very well for him with his show Power being the second highest rated series on premium cable only behind HBO’s Game of Thrones. So this announcement peaks everyone interest to know what is he coming out with next. “I’m gonna shock you all with my next move, I’m focused this year coming is gonna be so much fun. POWER, BMF, Tomorrow Today, 50Central. #Frigo,” 50 Cent wrote on Instagram.

Since making the statement on IG, Fiddy has not given any additional details on what’s next for him, and he has not made any additional posts since then. Last week, he hinted that he wants to get actor Gerard Butler on Power, but says he will have to come up with a bigger budget. We also know that he signed a new deal with STARZ over the summer after complaining about the network.

I'm gonna shock you all with my next move, I'm focused this year coming is gonna be so much fun. ?POWER, BMF, Tomorrow Today, 50Central. #Frigo

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Blac Youngsta – I Got You (feat. Slim Jxmmi)


[Hook: Slim Jxmmi & Blac Youngsta]
You tryna get lit, I got you
You tryna get hoes, I got you
You want hit the city and turn up the city
You fuckin’ with the right one, I got you
You tryna get turnt, I got you
You want hit the club, I got you
Ain’t gotta pay entry, I walk in that bitch and they know me
My nigga, I got you
You wanna put a hit, I got you
I fuck your lil bitch without you
Your making threats, sendin’ shots at me
When I see you lil nigga I got you
You and your niggas, cowards
Say you gon’ kill me, I doubt it
Lil nigga want Ana, I got him
Fuck around and shoot your house up

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi & Blac Youngsta]]
I feel like Silkk the Shocker
Fuck around and get killed for talking
I got this game from my father
I fucked my father’s friend’s daughter
I can take your bitch, but why bother?
I can cook a brick with no water
Jxmmi and Youngsta a problem
We don’t fuck with rap niggas, we rob ‘em
We jump in the money like BMF
We ain’t DJ Khaled but we the best
I’m fuckin’ these lil niggas’ bitches
They mad at me cause I ran up a check
Girl your body bangin’
I ain’t tryna fuck ya girl I just want the neck
Fuck that bitch
If I ain’t got a rubber I ain’t tryna have sex

[Hook: Slim Jxmmi & Blac Youngsta]
You tryna get lit, I got you
You tryna get hoes, I got you
You want hit the city and turn up the city
You fuckin’ with the right one, I got you
You tryna get turnt, I got you
You want hit the club, I got you
Ain’t gotta pay entry, I walk in that bitch and they know me
My nigga, I got you
You wanna put a hit, I got you
I fuck your lil bitch without you
Your making threats, sendin’ shots at me
When I see you lil nigga I got you
You and your niggas, cowards
Say you gon’ kill me, I doubt it
Lil nigga want Ana, I got him
Fuck around and shoot your house up

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi & Blac Youngsta]
Fuck around and cop the coupe in cash
This a nigga’s lifestyle
I’m still pullin’ hundreds out the bag
All these strippers like wow
Broke niggas like how
I shine with the lights out
These VVS’s too impressive
Countin’ all my money like I count my blessings
Got a hundred killers that’ll kill for me
All they tote is Glocks, Smith & Wessons
You might fuck around and get left on stretcher
They might fuck around and stretch you
Go and get a bag, buy a new whip
Hit that ho, four hundred on slay
Shoot your ass right in front of your dad
Blowin’ through the money fast

[Hook: Slim Jxmmi & Blac Youngsta]
You tryna get lit, I got you
You tryna get hoes, I got you
You want hit the city and turn up the city
You fuckin’ with the right one, I got you
You tryna get turnt, I got you
You want hit the club, I got you
Ain’t gotta pay entry, I walk in that bitch and they know me
My nigga, I got you
You wanna put a hit, I got you
I fuck your lil bitch without you
Your making threats, sendin’ shots at me
When I see you lil nigga I got you
You and your niggas, cowards
Say you gon’ kill me, I doubt it
Lil nigga want Ana, I got him
Fuck around and shoot your house up


Young Dolph – Meech (Gelato Album)


[Intro]

Yeah
Hey man, you seen my phone?
Which one man?
Not that phone the trap phone
Paper route Business bitch

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it to cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 1]
My car don’t got a top
It’s money when I talk
Got a beam on my Glock
And I’m drinking rock
Lil momma so fine I went up in that pussy raw
Then I fucked her friend
She said, you a Dolph?
They want me dead so now I’m flexing even harder!
I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water
Fucked her on the side
It’s a homicide
Numbers don’t lie
My trap on fire
Everytime you see my I be lit as fuck
In the strip club throwing that shit up
I feel like shawty low
I’m the man
Two-stepping counting paper that’s my money dance

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 2]
Damn I feel like meech
I think we BMF
Slamming all these pounds i need a championship belt
Pull up, Pick up, Pull out, Drop out, Top off, It’s Dolph!, Cough Syrup, No cough
Yeah I come from a place where they don’t make it out
Young Nigga snorting pills ready to take you out
My bitch bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday
Medicine, Water, Sipping, For real
I got your bitch skinny dipping at the crib
Serving, Counting, Smoking ounces
I just made a plate for 300k

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech


Young Dolph – Meech


[Intro]

Yeah
Hey man, you seen my phone?
Which one man?
Not that phone the trap phone
Paper route Business bitch

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it to cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 1]
My car don’t got a top
It’s money when I talk
Got a beam on my Glock
And I’m drinking rock
Lil momma so fine I went up in that pussy raw
Then I fucked her friend
She said, you a Dolph?
They want me dead so now I’m flexing even harder!
I pull up in that Ferraro rocking a lot of water
Fucked her on the side
It’s a homicide
Numbers don’t lie
My trap on fire
Everytime you see my I be lit as fuck
In the strip club throwing that shit up
I feel like shawty low
I’m the man
Two-stepping counting paper that’s my money dance

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech

[Verse 2]
Damn I feel like meech
I think we BMF
Slamming all these pounds i need a championship belt
Pull up, Pick up, Pull out, Drop out, Top off, It’s Dolph!, Cough Syrup, No cough
Yeah I come from a place where they don’t make it out
Young Nigga snorting pills ready to take you out
My bitch bad and juicy
I wear Roberto Cavalli every Tuesday
Medicine, Water, Sipping, For real
I got your bitch skinny dipping at the crib
Serving, Counting, Smoking ounces
I just made a plate for 300k

[Hook]
Yeah my bitch she bad
All my niggas rich
I got work for cheap
Damn I feel like Meech
Two-toned wraith
On some big feet
I fucked her to sleep
Then jumped back in the streets
Momma put me out
I’m straight out the trap
Stuffed a 100 in a box and sent it cross the map
I’m geeked up on the lean
Counting while you sleep
Everybody eat
Damn I feel like meech


T.I. – Warzone


[Hook]
Can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,"Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe"
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?

[Verse 1]
They left his body swangin’ down in Piedmont
At a Klan rally the day before, but that ain’t mean nothing
Witness said suicide, I said genocide
Hey what you got a gun for? Boy you ain’t finna ride
They run up on you like Baton Rouge, bet you finna hide
That’s the difference ‘tween us, I’ll die to save a million lives
Appointed leader when nobody couldn’t think of shit
I’ll be a martyr if my great grandaughter benefit
They pull you over, ask you where your license at
Be careful reachin’ for it, you know you can die for that
And this ain’t nothin’ new, just got cameras so you can see the shit
Got Dr. King and Abe Lincoln askin’ where the freedom at
This ain’t no equality
Man you ain’t have no justice on your mind when you shot at me
But fuck it, this the way it gotta be
Hey listen, you won’t shoot at them then shoot at me?
Boy you are not a G
Imagine Trayvon askin’ why you followed me
Feel threatened, hit him and whip him, that’s when he shot him down
Do that to a grown fuckin’ man, drop where you stand
Tell my grandma go on with all that prayin’
If it’s a God and he in the sky, he looking down, he understand
I’m just a man, and I’m wrong for revenge
But I don’t get ’em it’s like tellin’ him to gon’ kill again
Keep fucking around, it’s going to be on in a minute
[Hook]
Boy we livin’ in a war zone
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,"Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe"
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?

[Verse 2]
This goes to the white boy that ran in the old church
I hope you get slow murked, and they torture you slow first
Ran in our place of worship to slaughter our grandma
Won’t go kamikaze for that, well what would you die for?
Hold up… I’ll wait, I’ll wait
Heard it from buddy who took for the fall for Watergate
The war on drugs was just a war on us
Give us all these guns, give us all this dust
Change all them laws, lock all of us up
Went from Freeway Ricky, on to BMF (free Meech)
Then hip hop came, that’s when we got rich
Cause white kids gravitated to it like all of us did
And that’s when they got slick
Invented the technology to take our shit
Diluted all of the artistry
Pardon me, somebody tell me what happened to Alton
Sterling, killed Philando right in front of the girl
And the world saw
Everybody’s reaction was, "Hell naw"
This modern day slavery, the prison publicly traded
And the jig’s up
The Constitution and Emancipation Proclamation’s just a fuckin’ piece of paper

[Hook]
Can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?
Guess you don’t notice when you livin’ in it
Like every weekend it’s a man down
Ain’t got no pity for the innocent so I’ma represent it
Dedicated, tell ’em,"Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe
Hands up, can’t breathe"
Hands up, can’t you see we livin’ in a war zone?


Meek Mill – Offended lyrics

November 2, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes at one time, they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t beg but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a NASCAR
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then incrim nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoe’s going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Saint Laurent shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a check
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep at that
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man hitta
When them things hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been a shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVSs on me, whoa
VVSs on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Mob shit send the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, facts
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys


Meek Mill – Offended

October 29, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
M-m-m-murda
Meek Milly, Jeffery, woah

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offended me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Molly, my cup look like bath salt
And I’m too high horsed for asphalt
Therefore I’m in clouds from day to dark
They say that I changed, it’s the cash fault
Pay everybody like a cash card
I switch through the lanes like a Nascar
The Rollie stainless, stainless
We young and rich and we dangerous
I’m at Piccadilly’s with your misses nigga
And the weed stinking like a chitlin nigga
Bend the money down like a Philly nigga
Make me catch you slipping then (?) nigga
The bulletproof can take a missile nigga
I got benji on me and he cripping nigga
I done wrapped the benji in the city ho
I done wrapped the Bentley in the bity nigga
Put a swimming pool in the living room
How I’m living nigga, I ain’t swimming nigga
Only thing that me and Michael Phelps got in common that we winning nigga
Rock star lifestyle
Your hoes going wild

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Sat on my shorty and totting that .40 we move through the city like BMF
Rocks on the chain like the rocks that I slang , only difference them bitches they VVS
I know these bitches gon’ change, fuck on whoever, whenever they see a chain
If you do not fuck with the gang don’t act like you do when you see us, just keep it down
Swing through your block better not sweep it back
Land on your spot where your peoples at
Smoke you where ever we see you at
You don’t want no problem so keep it down
‘Fore you get your man murdered
Hitters in the van lurking
I put bread on the beef
Turn it to a hamburger
Put that paper on the scale nigga
Little homies talking big money
When the wars on you’ll tell nigga
Put a bag on your man
Hit ’em with the things, hit ’em that’s an L nigga
So you should be home before mama got dinner for sale nigga
And that’s all I’ma tell niggas in the zip

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I had four hoes one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Everywhere I go I keep a chopper with me, whoa
I ain’t with that diss song shit, I been done shot a nigga, whoa
Hundred shotters with me, whoa
VVS’s on me, whoa
VVS’s on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Marsh hit, seen the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them drums in them carbons, 21
We pull up on rappers and spark ’em, 21
I might take your chain if it sparkle, fat
Street nigga really came from nothing
Strip a nigga like Caine cousin
Kill a nigga then you saying something
You was talking, nigga I was hustling
We was shooting, nigga you was ducking
You was texting, nigga I was fucking
I was betting nigga, you was bluffing
Hide and seek nigga, I was hunching (facts)
Car foreign and my gun Russian
Sneak dissing get a concussion
21, 21, 21

[Hook: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Fuck is you talking bout? Bitch you offending me
I just might go head and let this lil bitch suck my dick till it tickle me
I just might go head and mix me a Sprite with some lean like it’s chemistry
God damn, I have a whole xan one time they was drilling me
I heard the lil boy was plotting on killing me
Fuck round and lift up they soul like lil Chino be wheelin’
I usually don’t bet but I don’t want the ceiling please
Oxycontin fucking up my kidneys