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Nombre de messages : 161 Age : 41 Date d'inscription : 21/01/2007
| Sujet: PAROLE DES CHANSONS DE " 5O CENT" Ven 25 Mai - 12:02 | |
| G-Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don't care (What, what, what) It's going down (What) 'Cause I'm around (What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus: repeat 2X] What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Verse 1] They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, god (what) [Chorus] (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x) [Bridge] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around [Verse 2] I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas [Chorus] (2x) [Bridge] (4x) f/ Eminem Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [50 Cent] I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead Destination heaven Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined Shit I ain't even got to try to shine God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source'll quote it When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter? I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Eminem] If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save you It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it Shit basically they just playin sick They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me? Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu You get the messege? Am I gettin through to you? You know what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you? Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got? You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers There's nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty [Chorus] [50 Cent] If the gun spark I'll hear all of the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty Don't holla my name You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth Cause I'll break yo face Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake You goin ‘gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey I'm down to sell records but not my soul Snoop said this in ninety four, “We don't love them hoes” I got pennies for my thoughts now I'm rich See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes [Chorus] - repeat 2X MANY MEN (WISH DEATH) (haut)[Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a motherfucker [50 Cent] Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [Intro: 50 Cent - singing] Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggaz trying to take my life away I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me Cause I'll come and take your life away Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me [Verse One] Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something special happen every time I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over [Chorus - singing] Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me [Verse Two] Some days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie? [Chorus] [Verse Three] Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing [Chorus] [size=9] | |
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| Sujet: Re: PAROLE DES CHANSONS DE " 5O CENT" Ven 25 Mai - 12:04 | |
| IN DA CLUB ( haut) [50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck It's not your birthday! [Chorus] (2x) You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed [Verse] When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go [Chorus] (2x) [Bridge] My flow, my show brought me the doe That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look nigga I got K-Mart and I ain't change [Verse] And you should love it, way more then you hate it Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right? When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up If the niggas hate then let 'em hate Watch the money pile up Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub You know where we fucking be [Chorus] (2x) [Talking] (laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga G-Unit (Chorus) I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit (Verse 1) Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell'em HOLD up, You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo Hiiigh as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef Man you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls Daddy need new shoes Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis They was just harassing me cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud (Chorus) (Verse 2) Now if you heard I done started some shit It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I- twist that la, la, la, la I get high as I wanna nigga Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!" There's no competition, it's just me, 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne (Chorus) (Verse 3) Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines You don't want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog My team they depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm doing good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood (Chorus) G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come (Skit) " Aye you want some of this shit" " Naw, I don't want that shit" " I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" " And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" " Man SHUT the fuck up" " Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" " You see that brick house right there" " That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" " I'ma get in the other car" " Aight" {*a car revs up*} {*gunshots*} [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me (Chorus) [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha Yea, ha ha, yea, yea [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want? Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sittin on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)] I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the FO'FO' 20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good? I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features I am whut I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it Fuck it [Hook: 50 Cent] If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha
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Nombre de messages : 161 Age : 41 Date d'inscription : 21/01/2007
| Sujet: Re: PAROLE DES CHANSONS DE " 5O CENT" Ven 25 Mai - 12:05 | |
| BLOOD HOUND ( haut) f/ Young Buck (G-Unit) [50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [50 Cent] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't fuckin' playin' I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain Fo' I blow out your brains Shells hit your chest go out your back mayn (back mayn) See me I put in work, man I been doin' dirt For so long when niggas get laid out (laid out) Niggas run through my crib, to holla at the kid That's when I start bringin' them thangs out (thangs out) Then we go through the strip, hangin' up out the whip Dumpin' clips off at they whole clique mayn (clique mayn) When witnesses around, they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn) My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain Come through the hood and you can cop that (cop that) I'm sittin' on some change, G-Unit gots the game Come through here stuntin' you get popped at (popped at) [Chorus] 2x I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped Love to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though [Young Buck] I came in this game knowin' niggas gon' hate me Just for the simple fact they know that I'm a rida' (rida') I got a hell of a aim, I keep on tellin' ya mayn I swear ain't nobody gon' find ya (find ya) When I get lifted I'm tempted to tear your block up Your niggas can't run cause I'm behind ya (behind ya) Me and Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's You better stay in line bro' (in line bro') Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro') Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it cause we made it, that's what we keep that eye for (that eye for) I represent it cause I'm in it, UTP until I'm finished Juvenile, they can't stop us (can't stop us) And I admit it, I live it I'll knock a baller off his pivot with this motherfuckin' choppa' [Chorus] 2x [50 Cent] My twenty-inches spinnin', you always see me grinin' And you hear niggas call me grimey (grimey) They hit me wit' them bricks, and I ain't pay 'em shit I'm outta town, they can't find me (find me) When I come back around, man I'ma back 'em down I run up bustin' that Tec mayn (Tec mayn) If you ain't got a gun, and you can't fuckin' run My advice is you hit the deck mayn (deck mayn) But if you get away and come back another day My soldiers'll leave you wet mayn (wet mayn) Cause we know where you be, and we know where you stay And we'll come trippin' through your set mayn (set mayn) Man you heard what I said, now get it in your head I ain't payin' no fuckin' debt mayn (debt mayn) Cause you'se a middle man, but you don't understand You'se a fuckin' fake ass connect' mayn (connect' mayn) [Chorus] 2x Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!) Ha ha... Chorus: 50 Cent It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fuckin hold SHAQ DOWN Next time you in the hood and see an ol G You ask about me, the young boy don't BACK DOWN Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin, little nigga, now listen Yo mami, yo papi, that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids, I'll fuckin erase them Your success is not enough, you wanna be hard Knowin that, you get knocked, you get fucked in the yard Youza poptart sweetheart, you soft in the middle I eatcha for breakfast, the watch was an exchange for your necklace and your boss is a bitch, if he could he would Sell his soul for cheap, trade his +Knight+ to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectfu cuz to me you're a mystery I know niggaz from ya hood, you have no history Never sold nothin, never popped nothin, nigga stop frontin Jay put you on, X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy... [Chorus] "This rap shit is all fucked up now! What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's lil punk ass thinkin out loud Southside, Tah died, that's just how I get down I'm back in the game shawty, to +Rule+ and conquer You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York, my flow is bonkers All the other hard niggaz, they come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggaz in the background You never gonna sell unless Cadd Tah's crack child Them niggaz they just SUCK, they no good I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I'm back better than ever, on top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feelin you mayn" Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne I'm New York City's own...BAD GUY (BAD GUY) [Chorus] I ain't tellin anyone you pussy I ain't tellin anyone you gettin extored It ain't over.... (G-UNIT) I've been patently waitin to BLOWW Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun Now that I'm back, you can't sleep I'm a nightmare huuhhhh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for your life You heard about them guns I done bought, right? I ain't goin no where, I done told you nigga I'ma G-Unit motherfuckin solider nigga (They not gon like you) I know, I know...ha, ha (G-UNIT) (Chorus) I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P (Repeat) (Verse 1) Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can't see You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH (Chorus) (Verse 3) I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK (Chorus) Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH f/ Tony Yayo (G-Unit) [50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) I know you like style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down I know you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I'll show you how Wanna get rich I'll show you how On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe The original don dada nobody bomb harda Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot The hoodrats they say "He so crazy" The snitches they say "He tried to spray me" That's what you get for tryin to play me The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY No matter how you try you can't stop it I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit " 50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product [Chorus: 50 Cent] (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how (Uh huh) I know you like my style (Uh huh) But how much do you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down (Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how [50 Cent] The birds they say I got a way with words I be like "baby girl I like them curves" If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve I'ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure I make hits about what I do in my leisure G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin We family baby, kissin cousins Now look what the riff raff done drug in For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)] Em said you gone like my style Dre said you gone like my style I said you gone like my style (Uh huh) You gone like how I break it down [Tony Yayo] You're not really, really ready (ready) The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY! You're not really, really ready (ready) My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin You're not really, really ready (ready) Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin You're not really, really ready (ready) You think ya ready, ya not (ya not) Really really ready (ready) [Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing bitch get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty its only right that we ball together I'm into bigger things y'all niggaz y'all know my style Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blow My pinky ring talk it say fifty I'm sick That's why these niggaz is on my dick Some hate me, some love my hits Flex my man he gon bump my shit See I'm alive man I really don't care I tell them hoes whatever they wanna hear You try and play me I'ma blaze it in My chromes cost more than the crib ya momma raised ya in [Chorus: repeat 2x] I was a poor nigga Now I'm a rich nigga Getting paper now you can't tell me shit nigga You can find me in the fo' dot six nigga In the backseat fondling ya bitch nigga [Verse 2] New York niggaz, cocky niggaz like it's all good Fuck around we crip-walking in the wrong hood I'm fresh up out the slammer, I ain't no fucking bama I'm from the wild whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah) My money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps You see me sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit heat I can't go commercial, they love me in the street I'm real bloody man, the hood love me man Don't make me show up in ya crib like bro-man Locked up in a pen, I still do my thing C-O screaming shut the fuck up in the pen [Chorus] (2x) I'm in the Benz on Monday, the BM on Tuesday Range on Wednesday, Thursday I'm in the hooptay Porsche on Friday, I do things my way Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway Shorty she can tell ya about my dick game But she don't know me, she only know my nickname Left the hood and came back, damn shit changed These young boys, they done got they own work man [Chorus] (2x) [size=9] | |
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| Sujet: Re: PAROLE DES CHANSONS DE " 5O CENT" Ven 25 Mai - 12:06 | |
| 21 QUESTIONS ( haut) f/ Nate Dogg [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a lot Catch suns in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!) Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving? Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid love cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us f/ Eminem, Lloyd Banks (G-Unit) [50 Cent] I need you to pray for me (and) I need you to care for me (and) I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been Flows, bones, crushin', it's nothin' I come up with somethin' Come through your strip, frontin', stuntin' It's something you want, 745 chrome spinnin' Haters hate that I'm winnin' Man I've been hot from the beginnin' Motherfuckers envy the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper, I'm fittin' to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it poppin' Once I squeeze the first shot (gun shot), you know I ain't stoppin' Till my clip is empty, I'm simply Not that nigga you should try your luck with, or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin', still locin' what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Right now I'm on the edge, so don't push me I aim straight for your head, so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy [Lloyd Banks] I cross my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry To young to understand, the consequences of a man Livin' a lie, I gotta get that money I'll be damned if I'm bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'Cause they frontin' 20 years, of watching my mama's tears Got my heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bomb, cause I need it These niggas don't want me ballin', they want me buried Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry Layin' your bugs under my shirt I got plans to hop up in that Hummer 'Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels, gonna call my number Under my chest is a heart of a lion I ain't lying, bounty killers got me flyin' With my iron, high as a giant I'm runnin' from nothin', my stomach is touchin' What I'm clutchin', to give you more than a concussion, end of discussion My blood is colder, so I'm bolder And it's either soda, hood on my shoulder Look in the mirror, I see a soldier [Chorus 2X] [Eminem] These are my ideas This is my sweat and tears This is shit that I solved, with my balls, my ears This is me, who's got to be What you see on TV, what you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boopers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies Frontin' like it's all fun and games, 'til they shot up bang When you see your brains hang and you see we ain't playin' Ain't sayin' we ain't layin' down at night and ain't prayin' I bullied my way in this game, man I'm done playin' Man I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin' I'm a start layin' into these motherfuckering cocksuckers There's no way I'm back down, like a god damn coward I can't, how would I look as man, bowing to his knees Like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me And not lash back out at 'em, please Oh, whao, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me, not Marshall You want to see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall I try to show you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showing you fuckin' old farts, A whole other side, I wanted to not show you So you know you're not dealing with some fuckin' marshmallow, little soft yellow Punk pussy, who's heart's Jello, 'cause [Chorus 2X] GOTTA MAKE IT TO HEAVEN (haut)(Hook) I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven (50 Cent) Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends Been to ICU once I ain't going again First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees An get guns away in the hood like government cheese Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars So I switch up whips to stay off the radar I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done An make it wet niggaz if you round me son (Hook) I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven (50 Cent) When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down Then sprayed I played Dami me get the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call ?0 waddup?U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he in Jail Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do' Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib Man social service finis' come an take dem kids (Hook) I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven (50 Cent) Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can I change the courage the change the things I can, but wisdom know the difference But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat Thas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case act Man I might talk to you while we up in the Benz But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies See it might be his, an it might be yours Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours You got to tell me, you feelin this shit Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit (Hook) I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck goin through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven from 8 Mile Soundtrack [Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it [50 Cent] You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin' You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine, (huh) You ain't no kin of mine, (nah) What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine I'm fuckin with they mind I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] You said you a gangsta But you neva pop nuttin You said you a wanksta And you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership But you neva cop nuttin' You been hustlin a long tyme And you ain't got nuttin [Verse 2] Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie What tha fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta But it's me you see on your TV Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat Niggas sayin they gon merk 50 how? We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR 15's? 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