All of Me 50 Cent (Ft. Mary J. Blige)
"All of Me" by 50 Cent (Ft. Mary J. Blige) is a hip-hop/R&B track from 2005. The song explores themes of love, vulnerability, and devotion, highlighting the struggles and joys of relationships. Its emotional delivery and blending of rap with soulful vocals create a powerful impact, resonating with listeners and solidifying its place in hip-hop culture. #HipHop
[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now if I give you all of me
What'chu gonna give me back?
Your body is calling me
Got me feeling like a fiend on crack
Boy you gonna make me fall in love
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now if I give you all of me
Tell me what'chu gon' give me back?
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Let's start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
The money I acquire, mama, make it all simple
Flashback '03, paparazzi flashing flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a sick stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
Mwah - it just happened so quickly
Feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
It's gangsta my music, even when it's the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you, but I ain't mean to do it
Em predicted it all, I don't know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood, they liar-liar-liars
You fuck 'em they, get you heated, deny you like Mariah
Fast forward to '06, I'm still on fire
The world is still turning, my records are still earning
Dough come quicker and quicker
Flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down, baby
I'm a special kind of nigga
Now if I give you all of me
What'chu gonna give me back?
Your body is calling me
Got me feeling like a fiend on crack
Boy you gonna make me fall in love
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now if I give you all of me
Tell me what'chu gon' give me back?
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Let's start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
The money I acquire, mama, make it all simple
Flashback '03, paparazzi flashing flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a sick stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
Mwah - it just happened so quickly
Feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
It's gangsta my music, even when it's the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you, but I ain't mean to do it
Em predicted it all, I don't know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood, they liar-liar-liars
You fuck 'em they, get you heated, deny you like Mariah
Fast forward to '06, I'm still on fire
The world is still turning, my records are still earning
Dough come quicker and quicker
Flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down, baby
I'm a special kind of nigga
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