50 Cent & Max B - No More Tricks, No More Tries
Hip-hop veteran 50 Cent teams up with Harlem rapper Max B on the gritty new track “No More Tricks, No More Tries.” The song brings together two distinctive voices from New York’s rap scene, delivering a hard-hitting record built on raw street energy and reflective lyricism. The collaboration marks one of the rare recent links between the two artists and has quickly sparked discussion among hip-hop fans.
A Dark, Street-Driven Sound
“No More Tricks, No More Tries” rides on a dark, heavy beat driven by deep drums and moody melodies. The instrumental creates a tense atmosphere that perfectly complements the song’s theme of loyalty, survival, and distrust in the streets.
50 Cent delivers the opening presence with his unmistakable voice and confident flow, reminding listeners of the gritty style that defined his early career. Max B follows with his melodic delivery and charismatic swagger, adding a unique contrast that blends street storytelling with a slightly wavier, melodic tone.
Background of the Track
The track is closely connected to Max B’s earlier song “No More Tricks,” which appeared on his Public Domain 7: The Purge project. The new version brings 50 Cent into the spotlight with additional verses and a chorus, giving the song a broader reach and a fresh dynamic.
Although the song carries a confrontational tone about betrayal, fake loyalty, and industry rivals, it does not directly call out any specific opponent. Some listeners speculated that it could contain subtle references to ongoing rap rivalries, but the lyrics remain mostly general and focused on street authenticity rather than direct diss lines.
A Rare Collaboration
While both artists have long histories in New York hip-hop, collaborations between 50 Cent and Max B have been relatively rare. Their previous appearances together date back years, making this new track notable for fans who appreciate the intersection of G-Unit’s gritty style and Max B’s distinctive Harlem wave.
Early Fan Reactions
The release immediately sparked reactions across hip-hop communities online. Many fans noted the nostalgic feel of hearing 50 Cent return to a raw rap record, with some praising the chemistry between the two artists even if the track doesn’t aim for mainstream radio appeal. On hip-hop forums, listeners described the song as a solid reminder of 50 Cent’s classic sound while appreciating Max B’s return with a strong presence.
Lyrics
[Intro: 50 Cent & Max B]
You should be polite
Ah, this is The Purge
You should be polite to people in this society
'Cause if not, this is what happens tonight
Fuck you, fuck you (Ya heard?), fuck you (Fuck you)
And you don't even count, little nigga
Alright, I got a little bonus
[Chorus: 50 Cent & Max B]
No more tricks (No more), no more tries (No more)
You niggas is pussy, I can see it in your eyes (Uh-huh)
Black trench coat, we be creeping in disguise (Yup, yeah)
I'm done with you bitches, no more believing in lies
No more tricks (No more), no more tries (No more)
You niggas is pussy, I can see it in your eyеs (I can see it)
Black trench coat, we be creeping in disguisе (Yup)
I'm done with you bitches, no more believing in lies
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I come back like that Ready Rock (Yeah)
Cut with that Fetty Wap (Ah)
Cock it and let it pop
Snitching you better not (Jimmy)
I grew around different weeds
Demons do different deeds
Pressure, I feel the squeeze
He say he can't breathe
Bitch, I got so much bread
She say she can't leave (Uh)
I show her life without me
She say she can't see it (Uh-huh)
Me, I'm up out the lick
You, you go body trip
You in the mirror all day and still got a "Bye, bitch"
I pull up in different whips
Flips and chains, switching lanes
Boy, I hear that shit you saying
So I'ma do what you mean
Catch him, clip him
Bart him, rip him
Punch him, kick him
Brrrt, stick him
Haha
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[Chorus: 50 Cent & Max B]
No more tricks (No more), no more tries (No more)
You niggas is pussy, I can see it in your eyes (I can see it, yeah)
Black trench coat, we be creeping in disguise (Yup)
I'm done with you bitches, no more believing in lies
No more tricks (No more), no more tries (No more)
You niggas is pussy, I can see it in your eyes (I can see it)
Black trench coat, we be creeping in disguise (Yup)
I'm done with you bitches, no more believing in lies
[Verse 2: Max B]
MC Ren, Eazy-E (Eazy), Dr. Dre (Dre), feed the beast (Come on)
Swizz my nigga (Swizz), Alicia Keys
That's word to Pac, over one million, one milli', three degrees
Nigga, we believe, Beretta millime'
Clip hold seventeen, get high off the ketamine (Yeah)
Bulletproof Maybach, Porsche drop, Chevy clean
The Don here to give you some shit you ain't never seen
Content, better stream, convict, better team
EMG, O live, Fifty don't fuck with Supreme
DB, color supreme
You need me, I'll fuck with your team
As long as I get a bag, Max says, "Seventeen"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
No more tricks (No more), no more tries (No more)
You niggas is pussy, I can see it in your eyes (I see you, nigga)
Black trench coat, we be creeping in disguise (Come on)
I'm done with you bitches, no more believing in lies
No more tricks (No more), no more tries (No more, yeah)
You niggas is pussy, I can see it in your eyes (I can see it)
Black trench coat, we be creeping in disguise (Yup)
I'm done with you bitches, no more believing in lies
[Outro: 50 Cent & Max B]
Yeah (Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass)
You niggas gon' need backup
I promise I'ma make it spooky
Yeah, you gonna need help
