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50 Cent

Diskusija u 'Strani Tekst. Pesama' započeta od BaneFromDaHood, 15.06.2009.

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    50 Cent - Straight To The Bank

    Yeah!!! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and Phillies
    When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes
    Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
    Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit
    Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
    Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster shit

    I'm in my Lambo maggot, my fo' fo' faggot
    Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget
    See the shit I got on, homey I hate too
    My Teflon arm brought my government issues
    I'll hit your vertebrate bullets rip through tissues
    Your wife on the futon hugging that shitsu
    Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways
    Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
    I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's
    And got more whips than a runaway slave
    Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
    When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
    When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
    When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
    I ain't even gotta rap now life is made
    Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy mayne

    I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughing

    I see nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
    I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold
    Got it off the street moving bundles and loads
    Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
    Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll
    No more platinum I'm wearing gold
    I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow
    That brings enough dough it's never enough dough
    Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto'
    Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo'
    Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
    Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law
    I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure
    I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy
    I set the club on fire I told ya
    I'm the general salute me soldier

    I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
    I'm laughing

    Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
    I wanna see you, break it down
    Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
    It's like a bank job I'm in and I'm out
    Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
    Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
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    50 Cent - Disco Inferno

    50 Cent - Disco Inferno

    x2
    Lil' mama show me how you move it,
    Go ahead put ya back into it,
    Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
    Shake... shake... shake that ass girl.

    Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about.
    The flow sounds sicker over Dre' drums nigga,
    I ain't stupid - I see Doc and my dope come quicker.
    Whoa!
    Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that assss girl.
    I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here.
    Oooohh.
    I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood.
    So gully, so grimey, what's good?
    Outside, the Benz on dubs -
    I'm in the club wit the snubs - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'.
    Uuuhhh.

    x2
    Lil' mama show me how you move it,
    Go ahead put ya back into it,
    Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
    Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.

    Let's party, everybody stand up.
    Everybody put ya hands up.
    Let's party, everybody bounce wit me.
    Sip champagne and burn a little greenery.
    This hot.
    Disco Inferno, let's go.
    You are now rockin wit a pro.
    I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho'.
    Get my drank on nigga on the dance floor.
    Look homie I don't dance all i do is this.
    It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist.
    Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this.
    Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit.
    You mix a lil' Cris with a little Don Perignon.
    And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on.
    Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right,
    we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight.

    x2
    Lil' mama show me how you move it,
    Go ahead put ya back into it,
    Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
    Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.

    You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'.
    Uh-huh.
    Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes.
    U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah.
    Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain.
    G-Unit!
    Next level now, turn it up a notch.
    Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
    Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco.
    Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go!

    x2
    Lil' mama show me how you move it,
    Go ahead put ya back into it,
    Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
    Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.
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    50 Cent ft. Olivia - Candy Shop

    50 Cent ft. Olivia - Candy Shop

    Yeah...
    Uh huh
    So seductive

    I'll take you to the candy shop
    I'll let you lick the lollipop
    Go 'head girl, don't you stop
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
    I'll take you to the candy shop
    Boy one taste of what I got
    I'll have you spending all you got
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

    You can have it your way, how do you want it
    You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
    Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
    Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
    I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
    If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
    In the hotel or in the back of the rental
    On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
    Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
    Have your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
    Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
    Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
    I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
    After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
    I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
    I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

    I'll take you to the candy shop
    I'll let you lick the lollipop
    Go 'head girl, don't you stop
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
    I'll take you to the candy shop
    Boy one taste of what I got
    I'll have you spending all you got
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

    Girl what we do (what we do)
    And where we do (and where we do)
    The things we do (things we do)
    Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

    Give it to me baby, nice and slow
    Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
    You ain't never heard a sound like this before
    Cause I ain't never put it down like this before
    Soon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipper
    It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
    Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
    Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
    I touch the right spot at the right time
    Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
    So seductive, you should see the way she wind
    Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
    As Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping
    Dripping wet with sweat man its on and popping
    All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
    And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone

    I'll take you to the candy shop
    I'll let you lick the lollipop
    Go 'head girl, don't you stop
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
    I'll take you to the candy shop
    Boy one taste of what I got
    I'll have you spending all you got
    Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)
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    50 Cent - This Is 50

    [Intro]
    This is 50

    [Chorus]
    I don't know what you take me for
    I really don't play that shit
    I ain't got to get you hit
    I get out myself and spray that shit

    [Verse 1]
    I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga its a killa in me not to spray that shit
    I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every mothafucka out this bitch
    I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you gon' be strong enough to take this shit
    I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see thru the windows see tints
    I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
    niggas get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of shit
    I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho', whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
    Now what you know about movin' that Pervuian and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

    [Chorus x2]
    I don't know what you take me for
    I really don't play that shit
    I ain't got to get you hit
    I get out myself and spray that shit

    [Verse 2]
    Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, everytime I get a brand new whip
    I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six
    I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and shit
    I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin', you should take time to check that bitch
    You saw me ridin through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ??? and shit
    In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my niggas in ya crib
    nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama, I got burners for sell and shit
    Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips

    [Chorus x2]
    I don't know what you take me for
    I really don't play that shit
    I ain't got to get you hit
    I get out myself and spray that shit

    [Bridge]
    Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over everything about me be gangsta
    Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
    Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over they can hustle and I'm in your shit
    Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over you don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit

    [Outro]
    This is 50
    Yeah
    nigga cherish me
    Like the water you drink
    Like the air you breathe
    You need me to live
    Yeah
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    50 Cent - Piggy Bank

    [Chorus x2]

    Clickity clank clickity clank
    The money goes into my piggy bank

    [Bridge]
    I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
    I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
    I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend
    I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end

    [Verse 1]
    That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg
    Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy
    I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal
    A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle
    You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
    I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
    Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
    C'mon man, you know how I shine
    I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
    Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots
    That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club"
    My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
    Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat
    Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
    Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
    But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local

    [Chorus x2]
    Clickity clank clickity clank
    The money goes into my piggy bank

    [Bridge]
    Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
    Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
    Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
    Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
    Yeah

    [Verse 2
    Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
    I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
    He don't want it with me, he in PC
    I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank
    For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
    Yayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
    Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory
    Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
    Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
    Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
    Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
    I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
    First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
    This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
    After your next move I'll give you what I got

    [Chorus x2]
    Clickity clank clickity clank
    The money goes into my piggy bank

    [Bridge]
    Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
    Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
    Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
    Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
    Yeah

    [Bridge]
    I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill
    I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal
    I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real
    I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed

    [Outro]
    Yeah
    Yeah
    Hahahaha
    Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man
    All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin'
    You gotta do somethin' baby
    I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin'
    nigga everybody's listenin'
    Hahahaha
    I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that
    I mean damn rep your hood nigga
    nigga you hard right?
    Pop off
    Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone
    And tell the niggas I said grip up
    niggas got a green light on these monkies
    Hahahaha
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    50 Cent - Clue Shit!

    [Intro]

    You know Clue man, I'm tryin' to holler at this bitch right and I'm like
    yeah, I told her I write music for a living
    And she's like need I say yeah, my name is 50 Cent
    And she said "oh you 50 Cent, you know I love your music
    I listen to DJ Clue, I hear your music all the time"
    And I'm like yeah, this bitch on my dick
    I love this music shit, man, this shit is the shit right here, man
    Hey yo, but I seen you in that black Escalade, Clue
    And I seen your boy Skane in that silver 745 boy
    Man, ya'll playin' hardball like a motherfucker
    See me I switch up hoopties cause niggaz play me, just to shoot me
    You know how it is in the hood

    Dead men don't hear no applause
    Don't men don't go off on tours
    Dead men don't accept no awards
    50 that thought you was dead kid, kid

    [Chorus x2]
    50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
    I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker
    Niggaz thought they got me
    9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
    I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me

    [Verse 1]
    I don't hesitate to pull out the burnin' nigga
    I stick my snub nose in shit, that don't concern a nigga
    I'm the reason that Coupe, ain't got no top
    I'm the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots
    And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin'
    If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah)
    When my knife hit ya windpipe and you start wheezin' (huh)
    You put your hand over the hole, and it gonna stop the breathin' (woo)
    I am what I am, and I ain't gonna change
    My 5th clip loaded to the tip, I'll blow out ya brains
    Trust me, I'm not what you used to homie (grrr)
    You little faggot, I'll tell ya fuckin' boss to blow me (uh huh)
    I'm puttin' pressure on you, you payin' the pump (yeah)
    About to die like a man, but you live like a chump (uh huh)
    I only walk wit a limp, when I walk wit a pump
    I can't wait to see you scatter, when I pull out and dunk ya (TAKE THAT)

    [Chorus]
    50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker (uh huh)
    I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (I'm back)
    Niggaz thought they got me
    9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
    I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me (do it up nigga)

    50, it's 50, it's 50, motherfucker
    I'm back, I'm back, I'm back motherfucker (uh huh)
    Niggaz thought they got me
    9, 9 shells couldn't stop me
    I "Hit 'Em Up" worse than Pac, watch me

    [Outro]
    This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
    This time, I'm gonna hit 'em harder (harder, harder)
    50 Cent (50 Cent), G-Unit (G-Unit)
    DJ Clue (DJ Clue), Early (Early)
    (Yo I'm over here chillin' wit my man 50 Cent) (50 Cent)
    Damn, (we both from Queens)
    That's hot man, rewind that (you know what I'm sayin')
    (Hey, ya'll niggaz cannot stop Queens) (WOO)
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    50 Cent ft. Eminem - Gatman And Robin
    [YOUTUBE]ONX3bqh0AZk[/YOUTUBE]
    [Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent]
    Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
    I'm on my way

    [Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
    I got a gatman
    There's a problem I'ma solve it
    A nigga movin' around
    With a big ass revolver and a batman
    What the fuck are you retarded
    You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
    They say Batman

    [Verse 1- 50 Cent]
    Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady
    The worst baby, put your hands on my people
    I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
    But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV
    I'll leave ya witnesses when I ride B
    You fuck with me, you see
    I'll react like an animal, I'll tear you apart
    If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
    niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
    But bein' a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
    So you take the good with the bad, I guess
    Level three Teflon plate on my chest
    And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
    Danger, anger will change ya
    And make ya aim that and squeeze

    [Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
    I got a gat man
    There's a problem I'ma solve it
    A nigga movin' around
    With a big ass revolver and a batman

    Mothafucka you retarded,
    you touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed
    We're walkin away from a beef, in which clearly you started
    I said, were walkin away, did u hear me? You oughta
    Be thankful that we aint beefin. Were still breathin and just leave it at THAT
    That's when me and 50 and g-unit hop back in the BAT
    Mobile it aint gonna be no more rap its gonna be RRRAT
    Retaliation will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS
    Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT
    He's got my back, I got his back, BACK
    Its almost like were kinda, like Siamese twins
    Cuz when we beef, we pull each other in,
    To the bull shit like were conjoined at the hip,
    Its just unavoidable, some of the shit is squashable
    Some shit'll never boil over
    Some of it will just simmer at best, if left alone
    but let it be known there will be no sit downs
    With no Daves and 'Zinos
    There will be no peace discussions with me
    There aint gone be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
    Just quit fuckin with me and ill gladly quit fuckin with you
    Just spit ya 16 and do what you gotta do to get through
    Without mentionin me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine
    Or Dre or 50 or D-Twizzy, Obie and just let it be
    Or we'll be back with a:.

    [Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
    Gatman
    There's a problem I'ma solve it
    A nigga movin' around
    With a big ass revolver and a batman
    What the fuck are you retarded
    You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed

    [Verse 3- 50 Cent]
    nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
    I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
    Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
    I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
    Got 'em on the scheme, I'm plottin' in the county and I'm with it
    You cross me and you gon' make a cemetery visit
    That's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
    Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
    Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
    When drama pop, the llama pop
    And it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
    They say no, niggas know how I be on it
    That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
    Its not a game, perfect ai,m you feel the flame
    Up against ya brain, man its so hot I'll make ya wish it rained

    [Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem]
    I got a gat man
    There's a problem I'ma solve it
    A nigga movin' around
    With a big ass revolver and a bat, man
    What the fuck are you retarded
    You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departe
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    50 Cent - In My Hood
    [YOUTUBE]zoHvPX1kT8w[/YOUTUBE]

    [Verse 1]

    Niggas screw they face up at me
    On some real shit son, they don't want beef
    I cock that, aim that shit out the window
    Spray, there ain't a shell left in my heat
    Ya'll niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
    Get hit with a K round, ya ass ain't gon' make it
    You niggas gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out
    Have you on the concrete, shiverin' and shakin'
    I'm from Southside mothafucka, where the gats explode
    If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll
    niggas'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold
    Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
    The party jump, with shorty bouncin' that ass
    I won't fuck, gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up
    I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in my trunk
    Carve ya ass up nice, you play me like a punk

    [Chorus]
    In my hood
    niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
    In my hood
    A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
    In my hood
    niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
    In my hood
    niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
    In my hood

    [Verse 2]
    I don't trust a mothafuckin' soul when the D's come they fool
    On my first case they told, where I'm from it ain't safe
    To have more than a 8th, niggas'll come to your place
    Put a gun in your face, tell ya open the safe
    As your heart starts to race cause a robbery could turn into a homo-case
    Co-opperate or Doc will have to op-porate, niggas will pop at you
    Run the light, then pop at Jake, trust me son, niggas will go hard for that cake
    These thirsty niggas will lurk, then you'll have to catch 'em and murk 'em
    I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin'
    Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin'
    They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
    I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm supposed to eat when its hot

    [Chorus]
    In my hood
    niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
    In my hood
    A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
    In my hood
    niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
    In my hood
    niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
    In my hood

    [Verse 3]
    That house party off the hook, until the shots go off
    Well thats what you get for stuntin' on my block show off
    Uhh you shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin'
    Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin'
    Shorty down there, on the Queens track takin' a whippin'
    Shit, bitch get out a pocket, she needs some discipline
    Peep the fiends, shootin' diesel in his arm in the alley
    Look at the chrome spinners spinnin' on that black DeNalli
    The grimey niggas where I'm from, they wanna see you chipped up
    You shine, they gon' ?? and shoot your whip up
    It ain't good to do good in my hood [Gunshot]
    You know not to do good now

    [Chorus]
    In my hood
    niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap
    In my hood
    A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just don't know how to act
    In my hood
    niggas is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my gat
    In my hood
    niggas might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back
    In my hood
  10. BaneFromDaHood
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    50 Cent - I'm Supposed To Die Tonight

    [YOUTUBE]m3k1i_yIjTc[/YOUTUBE]

    [Intro]
    Ahh man
    You know where the niggas be at right?
    Take me to 'em

    [Chorus]
    All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
    I'm supposed to die tonight
    niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
    I'm down to ride tonight
    We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
    I'm down to ride tonight
    We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
    Somebody gon' die tonight

    [Verse 1]
    This is nothin' new, I been in the position before
    Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door
    Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip
    Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip
    I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect
    I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec
    Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try
    Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired
    Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son
    'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done
    Its elementary, life is but a dream
    You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream
    After you get hit, you shoulda thought about the shit
    You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch
    Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle
    Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel

    [Chorus]
    All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
    I'm supposed to die tonight
    niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
    I'm down to ride tonight
    We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
    I'm down to ride tonight
    We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
    Somebody gon' die tonight

    [Verse 2]
    In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
    I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
    Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
    And pray for my downfall, I understand it all
    But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
    So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
    I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit
    And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace
    I shine so hard, I make mothafuckas wanna kill me
    Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me
    Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
    I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
    When I come out to play, had my mom been with me
    You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
    Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span
    Hold the mic with my left, the knife in my right hand

    [Chorus]
    All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin'
    I'm supposed to die tonight
    niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay
    I'm down to ride tonight
    We rollin, whip stolen, AK loaded
    I'm down to ride tonight
    We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded
    Somebody gon' die tonight
    Poslednja izmena: 28.06.2009
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    50 Cent - Outta Control
    [YOUTUBE]udf6iuDqQ8A[/YOUTUBE]

    [Intro]

    Yeah
    Shady
    Aftermath

    [Chorus]
    I guess you didn't know
    I be back for more
    Everybody's on the floor
    Goin', goin' outta control

    [Bridge]
    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set if off

    [Verse 1]
    Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
    In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
    Just move it to the music its on
    To the sound of 50 and D-R-E
    Everythings calculated in time percised
    Never move another mill let's get right aight
    Success is my drug of choice I'm high off life
    Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
    Shorty do what you wanna do
    Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
    Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
    Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt

    [Chorus]
    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    [Bridge]
    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set if off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off

    [Verse 2]
    System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
    We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
    Thats what you get, you in my hood
    I thought you understood
    You know me, VIP, no ID
    Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
    Bitches break their necks to be where I be
    Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
    I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
    Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
    Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
    And remind you that you rockin' with the realest

    [Chorus]
    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    [Bridge]
    Set it off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off

    [Verse 3]
    I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
    I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
    Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
    And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
    Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
    Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
    A little dose of it, now I want some more
    No body put that thang on me like that before
    I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
    But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
    If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
    Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it

    [Chorus]
    I did my thang in the club
    Every chance I get, I tear it up
    Dance floor, jam-packed
    I got 'em goin', goin' outta control

    [Bridge]
    Set if off from your left dawg
    Set it off from your right dawg
    Set it off nigga I said set it off

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