! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Get Rich Or Die Tryin' (Soundtrack) List : Hustlers Ambition What If Things Change You Already Know When Death Becomes You Have A Party We Both Think Alike Don't Need No Help Get Low Fake Love Window Shopper Born Alone, Die Alone You A Shooter I Don't Know Officer Talk About Me When It Rains It Pours Best Friend I'll Whip Ya Head Boy رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Hustlers Ambition (Like the fire needs the air) (I won't burn unless your there) Yea, I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, its real , feel this! [Verse 1] America's got a thing for this gangsta's , they love me Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spills over raymo , I'ma fan Got through the silver duck tape on my trait old handle The women on my life bring confusion SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have to cancel that Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up I build an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman, I take that coco leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life The fiends just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga you ( you) I want to find the thing thats in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2] Yea, I don't know about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed Send me them seeds i'll grow 'em what they need Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib thats chronic And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god it I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA recrock What goes in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If the rap was the block or spider, I'll be poke and butter Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man [Chorus] [Verse 3] Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes In the jewels with your chains I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS Rocks that I copped procedes from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Played it perf and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo out to my estate Them holi tip bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got on me The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me Racist, pointin at me look at the nigga ratchi Hello! [Chorus] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 What If [intro] Yeah Im with this.. Its that classic .. That gangster .. Yeah.. [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top .. what if? [Verse] If I got on some pretty boy like Puffy Niggaz in the hood man they jus wouldnt love me If I wore a suit everyday like Jay-Z Niggaz would think I bumped my head and went crazy If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby I wouldnt stand a chance of tryin to sell like Shady If I put out bullshit joints like AZ Every chance niggaz get they try n play me But I move around with a lil 3.80 A nigga try to stunt, a nigga get sprayed B If I smoke weed all day like Snoop do I see the world different through my dialated pupils If I buss dance moves on ya like Usher Niggaz would say 50 that aint gangster, ya Man ima just keep doin' what I do.. Cuz niggaz cant do me better than I do [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top .. what if? [Verse] What if I had blockbuster slips like Will Smith And all the backpack niggaz love me like Mos Def I probably be a cool nigga like Ice Cube Picture me in the flick right now lookin' so cool What if I was a low-key nigga just laid back Hustle to keep a homie around somebody to hold a gat Man what if Halle Berry was my nex baby momz I get that child support up with no problem If I caught a case and jump bail like ??get caught?? Cuz im that nigga everybody know from New York What if I was a new rap nigga you didnt know You be sayin that kid got a sick flow But if I just cruise through your hood on 22's Bumpin Curtis Mayfield and Marvin "So Smooth" And if I let the top down on the Azure Yeah that'd make you sick to your stomach, im sure Haha.. [Chorus] Man I watch the sun go up and come down Sayin.. what if? Man I watch the tide roll in and roll out Sayin.. what if? Homie I play the block tryna get my packs off Sayin.. what if? Man if I get a shot, I can make it to the top .. what if? رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Things Change (feat. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks) [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Nigga things, change, dem stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder I put that work in to win, no problem [spider Loc] All money ain't good money, this I know But I still love hood money, I gets my dough And as a youngster, a nigga went to so much church And still turned out up, I did so much dirt Chose to bang the neighborhood, I put in so much work Did a whole lot of time, caused mom so much hurt On everythang, that boy wasn't gunned on purpose Who knew that all my darkness was really gon' surface I was stuck on that bullshit, just runnin the streets Without some type of beef the week wasn't complete It's like a nigga feel better after dumpin his heat On feet, just to see that body slumped in the seat Was like a whole nother rush to me, bustin was sweet Now I'm smarter, I'm all about somethin to eat I'm on the road, spend 30 days a month in a suite But I'm still gon' hustle and cheat - let's go [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, uhh, now walkin down the block without'cha weapon is a first class ticket to a lesson I thirst cash, kick it to perfection, me and Bang got a connection That's why I bring the Benz to impress him {?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones Cause he yappin off his lips and if I hit him I'll be wrong Cause he ain't never gon' be , and I done worked so hard But I will make you a corn on the cob, you'll be performin for God Either that or rob you on your boulevard Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card God I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone HP tatted on me so his memory lives on Engagin in drama without your bomber'll be funeral arrangements for your momma I learned that when I was in pajamas watchin Michael and Madonna Now I got the appetite of a pirahna, nigga [Chorus] [spider Loc] What nobody knows, all the roads you go through You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you Some of the levels that these people'll go to for crumbs , tell me, is this what that dough do? That's when you find yourself talkin to Pro Tools There's not too many that ever walked in the Loc shoes Or tell the tale that my heart contains I explain, so many different parts of pain I'm clean, but still some marks remain From the past, when that kush weed sparks the brain The cash made some people start to change I feel hate when I pulled up and parked the Range Your right I got rich, but my heart the same And practice makes perfect with the art of aim You ain't really got the heart to bang You ain't start to hang, 'til you found out I caught the chain [Chorus] رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 You Already Know (feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck) [Lloyd Banks] Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) [Lloyd Banks Verse] I move like there's popo behind me Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey 44 beside me, hoes know where to find me Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the honey (whoo) Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo) I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater If your give me a sign, i'ma get her [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) [50 Cent:] There's always folks, moving around with the toasters Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures My clique be the coldest, baddest they know us After the show they blow us and do all types of for us Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good Different town, different tour, different telly, different Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though You lookin' for a drink , i ain't what you lookin' for [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) [Young Buck:] I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin' And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo About to stomp me a , put the pump to his lip Tell him talk that nowww, y'all wanna trip I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 When Death Becomes You (feat. M.O.P.) [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (whoooooo) So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you (come on) Come to your tombstone and in your grave.. You a rider right, that ride tonight (come on) Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (come on) Nigga the steal, this is kill or be killed (come on) Nigga is real in the field.. [billy Danze Verse] Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth When you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die Like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!! Yes Yes, give um the whole thang Im a legend in the town, Nowww Since your all gangstered up lets get the down Big Bill dancin' im reppin' for Buck town Nigga see me dummin' im comin' clutchin' the pound Dont worry about my whereabouts We air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up Th-th-th-th-th thats what's up You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up Brownsville, cl-cl-cl-cl-cl Clap it up! Fif put in the call.. We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (uh) So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and in your grave.. (yes) You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (right) Nigga the steal (uh huh), this is kill or be killed (brrrrrrrr!!) Nigga is real in the field.. [Lil Fame Verse] You got these young niggaz hollerin "Murderer!!" Copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka Niggaz dont give a .. I seen a nigga shoot my mom'z, right in front of my ' face See in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it Slugs aint never outta season (uh huh).. All you gotta do is give a one reason (Uhh!) Blood stains on the ceilin'.. Same place he stood, thats what they leave um Dont black it out, lets just squeez'in off with your gun (uh huh) Cuz you gon' get your punk robbed with the young You know the drill.. I'ma give your 3 seconds to bounce and you better not ??chark?? 1.... that... [3 gunshots].. Ah !.. Rest in bits! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and in your grave.. You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. Nigga the steal (uh huh), this is kill or be killed Nigga is real in the field.. رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Have A Party (feat. Mobb Deep & Nate Dogg) [50 Cent Intro] This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your ' hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton's I splurge with it, im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan' go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin' If theres money to be made, i'm all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo's on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some Third night we call it quits, i aint with the Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Havoc Verse] You can catch me cockin' the fifth, got me rockin' with Fif Now that's ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin' them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money aint long 'nough Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma i got a fetish, ' in them porsche trucks Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her Y'all in to wifin', we ??could throw?? wife in Only with that got their liquor license Shot high prices, shook all vices Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip 10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin' them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin' my Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Prodigy Verse] Listen.. You couldn't ??out-pay?? P or VIP My wrist could buy a a PHD My Range alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years i'm so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo's could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen's we gon' hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin' stomped out I got a team of dimes they all dogged out Ray the line, you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You can hear your drawers lookin' like the Mexican After the lil' shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil' bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin', im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let's do it all night Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on Heyyyy... رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 We Both Think Alike (feat. Olivia) [50 Cent (Olivia) Intro] Yeah.. 50.. Olivia.. We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) [50 Cent Verse] I'm not gon' waste your time talkin' about that you know I'm so hood that even when i try to hide it, it shows I be grindin' girl i'm focused i be gettin' my dough You know if it aint the flow then it come from the O's Plus a nigga like a pimp when it come to the hoes Every hood every city all the gangstaz know Front on me and you be gettin' hit up fo sho I make it hot when its 20 ' below See with me in V.I.P you can twist and blow When the champagne finished baby order some more Keep her eye on ya close while you out on the floor The way you move i have a nigga straight sniffin' some ??smoke?? If you ready to roll shorty we could just roll When you ready to go i be ready to go (uh oh) See everything i do, i do on the low (uh oh) So when we do our thing nobody will know (uh oh) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) [50 Cent Verse] Now look i know you into the shiny things The platinum chains and the diamond rings The 24 inch chrome on the range I see you in your projects buy your window payin' Now shorty me and you we came up the same The fact before rap i ain't have a thing I hustled got my weed up now im sittin' on change I mean i got money out that mayne When niggaz get to beefin' i be laffin' Cuz i can send my homiez through to blast 'um Stick him with the ?? or just slash 'um Now fool are you crazy thats what we ask 'um But back with me n you, you shorty decide a thang First its off with the bra then its the G-string (uh oh) We leave it up to me then we do it my way (uh oh) And get straight to it skip the four play (uh oh) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) Now shorty we can party till' the break of dawn (we both think alike, oohhhh) I wait till ya tired n i take ya home (we both think alike, uh oh) If ya invite me in i come take it off (we both think alike, uh oh) Then wait till' your bedroom to break ya off (we both think alike, uh oh) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Don't Need No Help (feat. Young Buck) [intro] Yeahhh... Whooo Whooo.. Whooo Whooo.. Haha.. Tha Police! [Verse] Think about it every time you come around (yeah) Either we runnin' or we layin' on the ' ground (come on) Just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club They called the ambulance and y'all dan't even show up (bang) Oh let me tell you about La Ricky when he took his bullets (ok) You want the trigger man, y'all was the ones that pull it (oh) Thats why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis Before he let you cowards kill him, he just came and sprayed it (come on) Now what you wan' do (whooo whooo), i got a gun too (whooo, whooo) We gon' keep on sendin' shots (whooo, whooo), everytime y'all come through (whooo, whooo) Got the nerve to tell him nigga put his hands up And beat him to the ground (yeah), when they put the boy in handcuffs [Chorus] , tha police, we handle it ourselves Even if i beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no ' help! And to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what) We dont need no ' help! (Bo!) Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no ' help! ( 'um all) Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no ' help! ( 'um all) [Verse] We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid (come on) Whoever was the pigs we would go and split his wig (haha) And as the years passed, niggaz only got worse Jumped in to the game, , gotta put ?? (what up nigga) We had enough of gettin' handcuffed and pulled over We started tryin' knock they heads off they ' shoulders (boom) Now where my soliders at, get ready for combat Im livin' like them niggaz that dunn went to Vietnam, hey (G-Unit!) So if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo) The whole force of police, is what they gon' need (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo) One of a kind, i'm the last of a dying breed Even the one that was before me, he was sayin'.. [Chorus] tha police, we handle it ourselves Even if i beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no ' help! And to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what) We dont need no ' help! (Bo!) Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no ' help! ( 'um all) Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Tha Law (whooo, whooo) Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no ' help! ( 'um all) [Outro] When i'm in New York, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO ' HELP! (yeah!) When i'm in Tennessee, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO ' HELP! (yeah!) When i'm out in LA nigga WE DONT NEED NO ' HELP! (yeah!) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Get Low (feat. Lloyd Banks) [intro] Uh.. Yeah.. I like the way you do that shorty (shorty) Now can you do somethin' for me (uh) I like the way you movin' girl Show me how you do that girl I like the way you do that shorty (uh) Now can you do somethin' for me [Chorus] I can't, stand here and watch her dance She got me comin' outta my pants And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her If i could, get her outta here i would I never seen a girl move that good And there's something tellin' me i should Get Low! [Verse] Yeah.. I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom They followin' me home with my dog right behind um Have you ever seen a clap on a stallion Another bad half black and italian I dont know if she likes me or my medallion You think i give a , i'm just tryna get a nut I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up Im fresh out the hood, but it its all good Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you For menage-a-twage, you know the usual And if you do me maybe i'll do you A favour and walk you outside, rightt [Chorus] I can't, stand here and watch her dance She got me comin' outta my pants And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her If i could, get her outta here i would I never seen a girl move that good And there's something tellin' me i should Get Low! [Verse] Naa, i aint ever aite before But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword So she cant be a angel this is a fraud Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin' Especially if they got somethin' behind um Im high as hell, drunk when i climb in How a nigga unfortunate i'm in [Chorus] I can't, stand here and watch her dance She got me comin' outta my pants And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her If i could, get her outta here i would I never seen a girl move that good And there's something tellin' me i should Get Low! [Verse] Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer , she musta got that from her momma You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week Givin' me to the music, mine plays on beat Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap I'm so fly, but you already know that i Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy All ride in the U.F.O i drive [Chorus] I can't, stand here and watch her dance She got me comin' outta my pants And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her If i could, get her outta here i would I never seen a girl move that good And there's something tellin' me i should Get Low! (low, low, [echoes]) رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Fake Love (feat. Tony Yayo) [intro] My life.. My life.. My life.. My life.. [Tony Yayo Intro] Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah.. [Chorus] Fake love's when your homie give you dap Smile in your face but he wants your clapped Fake love.. Fake love's when they never be around But once you get rich, they all get down Fake love.. Fake love's when your friend your Don't think with his head only think with his Fake love.. So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends Dont show no love, don't pretend [Verse] 50 got Yayo gettin' all this cash Now all these Yes men wanna kiss my But back in the street you aint help me re-up Locked up, i had court dates, you never showed up What the , tell me what you grinnin' at nigga If i get killed, my stash, you spendin' that nigga Some people want nutin' outta life And some people want it all, let's ball I see the jealousy and envy when you see me shoppin' Saphire watch, got your jaw droppin' When i move that 8th, you were 7 gram coppin' You ain't happy for me, you hope that the Feds watchin' I aint stoppin, homie i'm number one Why you schemin' on me, i'm plain and dumb So when it comes to the point, that you ready to flip I'ma pull out first, and let off my clip, Take That! [Chorus] Fake love's when your homie give you dap Smile in your face but he wants your clapped Fake love.. Fake love's when they never be around But once you get rich, they all get down Fake love.. Fake love's when your friend your Don't think with his head only think with his Fake love.. So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends Dont show no love, don't pretend [Verse] Now your man ain't your man if he extortin' you nigga And your man ain't your man if he shortenin' you nigga Listen money talks, and bullshit run marathons When your money's gone, thats when them hoes gon' Fake love is when a nigga sets you up How he knew about your chain when your ching was tucked You know the type that rats you out, sell you out Get locked, your man ain't gon' bail you out You got a brand new whip, your is lovely Yeah it's aight, but its rims is ugly Fake friends, show fake love You know the type of nigga that'll leave you in the club Fake love.. [Chorus] Fake love's when your homie give you dap Smile in your face but he wants your clapped Fake love.. Fake love's when they never be around But once you get rich, they all get down Fake love.. Fake love's when your friend your Don't think with his head only think with his Fake love.. So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends Dont show no love, don't pretend رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Window Shopper [intro] Ohh The top feels so much better than the bottom So much better [Chorus] Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as when you see me ride by [Verse 1] Summertime white porche carrera is milky Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit try and stick me imma let off a full clip It aint my fault you done up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump When we rollin' rollin' rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin' [Chorus] Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as when you see me ride by [Verse 2] niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in When it comes to bad you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off After that 5 hour flight from New York I start spitting G at a like a pimp man Tell her meet me at the magarane so we can do our thing She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game Her best friend could potentially be next man Listen man, changed I came up from doing my thang Homey I'm holing, holing, holing man, the store owner watching you For something get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus] Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test-drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as when you see me ride by رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 Born Alone, Die Alone (feat. Lloyd Banks) [Chorus] I came in this world by myself (uh huh) So i don't need no friends (nope) I rather have it this way (yeah) It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga) You gon' respect me (yeah) Cuz i can take you off here today I rather have it that way (uh huh) It's ok, it's ok (whooooo) [Verse] Uh.. I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera Too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah) A hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face A million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!) You handcuffin' that , she dont wanna be with you All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh) Stick the heaters through, so we can party good Rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood The Boywonder will unravel your team I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh) The booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh) You movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God !) Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs I'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words I'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips You flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!) [Chorus] I came in this world by myself (uh huh) So i don't need no friends (nope) I rather have it this way It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga) You gon' respect me (geah) Cuz i can take you off here today I rather have it that way (uh huh) It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!) [Verse] Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why) Outsiders'll get you, hot in your tissue (sue) All i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh) Ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are Album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha) Income is my chain. stash box is my watch (huh) You fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh) All i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight Cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha) And i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine Gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine Drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time Stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' Why don't you get off my ... ! [Chorus] I came in this world by myself So i don't need no friends (uh huh) I rather have it this way (uh) It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga) You gon' respect me Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh) I rather have it that way It's ok, it's ok [Outro] It's ok nigga.. I don't need no friends.. I got money.. Hahaha G-UNit...!!! رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 You A Shooter (feat. Mobb Deep) [Havoc Intro] Yeah [50 Cent Intro] Oh Yeah.. What the you lookin at shorty?! Hahaha... You don't want it lil' nigga.. [50 Cent Chorus] If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang That they do in your hood, they do it in mines man I put a hole in a nigga i aint playin' If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang That they do in your hood, they do it in mines man I put a hole in a nigga i aint playin' [Havoc Verse] Niggaz ain' nuttin' but cloud killaz fo' real Im down with the unit for the gorillaz fo' real Go bananas if you want (ooh ohh) gettin' pill Y'all shoot cuz he shoot, we do this for real Clap me'z a , make more mills Cash me a cheque, cop more wheels Shorty you a bad a good steal Now hop up on this dil's and smeer that lip gloss Me and P share like we switch Porsche My hammer navigate B, Hummer don't get lost Boy, the desert eagle have dat whole ripped off We get that ??guap?? cuz we make to pop heavy rotation that flop Wont stop til we get, to that top If that gun too far then you will get ??axed?? Y'all niggaz aint real ya just talk a lot [50 Cent Chorus] If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang That they do in your hood, they do it in mines man I put a hole in a nigga i aint playin' If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang That they do in your hood, they do it in mines man I put a hole in a nigga i aint playin' [Prodigy Verse] If you killa then kill somethin' You talkin' all day, frontin' Killin' nutin you niggaz iz real gay See me shinin', mad diamonds now what can i say I'm a megastar never thought it be this way Niggaz fightin' for the bottom, i feel your pain I'm at the top and i'm never cumin' back again 'xcept for when i come to scoop lil' shorty good brains Out the hood, you see me in your hood, dont play I open up your head and expose your brain Its not a joke or a game And i ain't tryna advance my rap lines, please believe what i say I'm a mob nigga, nigga i do this all day Hit the weed hit the gas on a landscape See me cummin' through the club, get outta my way You don't know me, man get outta my face 'for i flip, no , niggaz get sprayed [50 Cent Chorus] If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang That they do in your hood, they do it in mines man I put a hole in a nigga i aint playin' If you a shooter then shoot, nigga i'm doing my thang If you seen her, my nina, you seen her go bang That they do in your hood, they do it in mines man I put a hole in a nigga i aint playin' رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
! M@ro@mD ! قام بنشر December 2, 2005 الكاتب Share قام بنشر December 2, 2005 I Don't Know Officer (feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc) [intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street But you gotta talk to them like they the police Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout poppin the heat I don't know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth Nah, I'm just tryin to rap to get some cash Keep the Hip Hop Police off my [Chorus: Prodigy] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 2: Prodigy] Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of bibles I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible All I know who spittin all I know who givin Me all this cash, just to put down twelve to get in yo' Listen, keep it far away from me I ain't got time for sittin in the penitentuary All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work When theb album drop they go bezerk Mad video play, crazy radio spins Number one all the time, our reign never ends Don't point the finger at us somebody's hangin They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nathin [Chorus: Spider Loc] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 3: Spider Loc] I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead Have no idea what type of gun they done him with You see I hear no evil and I see no evil Ain't tryin to talk to or hear from or see those people And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal I've been tryin to do this music thang and just go legal I don't know why my name in your female's phone But you really startin to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through To air the strip, just be happenin out the blue I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news I don't know why that man clutchin on that when you move I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels You know how easy it is to get confused I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise Somewhere way out in the islands woth your in the cruise Who's my in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze Lose they hit from the Uz, Uz all over the street I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep He talk about me all day but I ain't losin no sleep [Chorus: Ma$e] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 5: Ma$e] I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy Why they solve them CB4 niggaz just keep comin at me Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do رابط هذا التعليق شارك More sharing options...
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