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I'm gonna make
you, shake you, take you
I'm gonna be the one who breaks you
Put the screws to ya my way
Yeah, come on come on, come, make my day

Got some hell at pay, I steal your thunder
The joy of violent movements pulls you under
Bite the bullet well hard
Yeah, but I die harder, so go too far

Friction, fusion
Retribution
I can't hear ya talk ta me
I can't hear ya so talk ta me
I can't here ya are you talkin' ta me
I can't year ya are you talkin' ta me
I can't hear ya time ta meet my lord
I can't hear ya talk ta 2x4

I'm gonna make you, shake you, take you
I'mg gonna be the one who breaks you
Put the screws to ya my way
Yeah, come on come on, come, make my da

Friction, fusion
Retribution
I can't hear ya talk ta me
I can't hear ya so talk ta me
I can't here ya are you talkin' ta me
I can't year ya are you talkin' ta me
I can't hear ya time ta meet my lord
I can't hear ya talk ta 2x4]]> Czwartek 24 GrudzieƄ Czwartek 24 GrudzieƄ Ain't My Bitch http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=61#p61 61@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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Outta my way
Outta my day
Out of your mind and into mine
Into no one
Into not one
Into your step but out of time

Headstrong
What's wrong?
I've already heard this song before
you've arrived
But now it's time
To kiss your ass good-bye

Dragging me down
Why you around?
So useless

It ain't my fall
It ain't my call
It ain't my bitch

It ain't my bitch

Down on the sun
Down and no fun
Down and out where the hell ya been?
Damn it all down
Damn it unbound
Damn it all down to hell again

Stand tall
Can't fall
Never even bend at all before
you've arrived
But now it's time
To kiss your ass good-bye

Dragging me down
Why you around?
So useless

It ain't my fall
It ain't my call
It ain't my bitch

Outta my way

Outta my way
Outta my day
Out of your mind and into mine
Into no one
Into not one
Into your step but out of time

Headstrong
What's wrong?
I've already heard this song before
You've arrived
But now it's time
To kiss your ass good-bye
And now it's time to kiss your ass good-bye

Dragging me down
Why you around?
So useless

It ain't my fall
It ain't my call
It ain't my bitch

No way but down
Why you're around?
No foolin'

It ain't my smile
It ain't my style
It ain't my bitch

Oh, it ain't mine
Ain't mine
Your kind
Your stepin' out of time
Ain't mine
Your kind
Your stepin' out of time

Dragging me down
Why you around?
No foolin'

It ain't my fall
It ain't my call
It ain't my bitch
You ain't mine]]> Czwartek 24 GrudzieƄ Czwartek 24 GrudzieƄ Touch The Sky http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=60#p60 60@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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[Chorus]
[5C] Man I run this rap shit
[TY] Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[5C] Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls
[TY] Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[5C] R.I.P. to 2Pac
[TY] Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
[5C] Nigga roll that good shit
[TY] Get yo' hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

[50 Cent]
You wan' dance, let's dance nigga, I take you to the prom
I'm armed, trey-pound in my palm, I'm calm nigga
My momma made a baby boy, the hood made a man
My first 14 grams, took that and made a grand
I do this, you knew this, I told you pussy
Your fate, your death day to fuckin come if you push me
Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-ohhh after the four-four blow
I get low, they say I go like a pro
It's a wrap, and I'm ghost, in the smoke, like a roach
You've been clapped, and in fact, there's no comin back from that
I'm the last of my breed, no Henny, no weed
Just my vest, and my semi, in the back, of the Bentley
Enage, a mirage, see I'm there, then I'm gone
Cause my lawyers are strong and my money is long
So when I'm right I'm right, and when I'm wrong I'm right
I hit your ass up right, nigga it's nighty-night

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Yeah! Yeah! Yo, YO
Aiyyo I'm higher than a pilot man, I catch a body man
Beat the case, I lie on the polygram
These O.G.'s talkin 'bout, back in the days
I have a R.I.P. sign, on your MySpace page
I'm in your, top 8 nigga, drop 8 nigga
G-C-T Coupe, it's sour grape nigga
I'm a ape nigga, a guerilla in the mist
I HOLD WEIGHT NIGGA~! My connect got bricks
I went gold, you went platinum, we still got the same cars
Same house, and still fuck the same broads (I ain't lyin)
Dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch
Damn you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
I'm the Teflon Don boy, I get busy
Your next two songs you do them shits with Pretty Ricky
Seven-sixty, drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip lookin like flint

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[50 Cent]
Ay nigga tell 'em where you from!
Southside, I'm a Southside nigga what
Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up

[Chorus]
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
I make a one-eight-seven look easy
Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about

[50 Cent]
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga
Sayin I can't wait 'til I get a little bigger
After niggaz jumped me, bumpin my head
Thinkin I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife to {*censored*} fin' to poke me a nigga
Wishin I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the Caddy
Now those were the days, when crime really paid
The nine milli sprayed, I got the fuck out the way
From shootout to shootout, the bricks went fast
Robberies went bad, niggaz got blast
Niggaz kidnapped Drew grandpa kid
Came through and shot Ms. Leak in the head
You wonder why I got a gun? So I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[50 Cent]
It was Kangols, Cazelli shades, Pumas and corn braids
Doo-rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switchblades
Ski mask to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hoodrats to get laid, money to get made
YEAHHH~! .. Yeah I had a dream
I was rich, woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin DAMN! .. Dope cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in your wig"
Picture me thirsty, ridin 'round foamin out the mouth
Sayin "I don't get on, I'ma lay a nigga out"
Now diamonds are beautiful and pearls are precious
I hit you and your bitch both over your necklace
I'm wreckless, I spray the semi drunk off Henny
Wipe your blood off the shines, run and sell 'em to Benny
Fuck with me, y'all niggaz know Boo Boo get bizzy

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

[50 Cent]
Yeah
I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz
Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz
In four-fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennessy and cocaine helped to grime me and make me
My eyes don't cry, I'm a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spofford but never that now
When my name in your mouth, you better watch how you talk
I'll send yo' punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip, I'll hit ya hip, I'm takin your shit
Thats how the eses play, for that SSK
Your probably heard through the grapevine, I'm good out in Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin through them Compton blocks
I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West
In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest
And you niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors
I was bred for this shit, front on me I'ma blaze ya

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[50 Cent]
Yeah, yeah, YEAH
YEAHH~!

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Now if I give you all of me
What'chu gon' give me back?
Your body is callin me
Got me feelin like a fiend on crack
Why you gonna make me fall in love?
Now why you wanna go and do that?
Now if I give you all of me
Tell me what'chu gon' give me back?

[50 Cent]
Let's start with the moon and the stars, whatever you into
The money I acquire mama make it all simple
Flashback oh-three, paparazzi flashin flicks
I moved away, hustle hard, now I got a sick stash
Tell me you miss me, baby come here and kiss me
MWAH~! .. It just happened so quickly
Feels like I hopped off a bus and got in a Bentley
It's gangsta my music, even when it's the smooth shit
You can hate me cause I hurt you but I ain't mean to do it
Em predicted it all, I don't know how he knew it
He said women from Hollywood, they LIAR-LIAR-LIARS
You fuck 'em they get you heated, deny you like Mariah
Fast forward to oh-six, I'm still on fire
The world is still turnin, my records are still earnin
Dough come quicker and quicker, flow gets sicker and sicker
Straight up and down baby, I'm a special kind of nigga

[Chorus]

[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
Ohhh, give it (give it) BABY (BABY)
Give it (give it) OH BABY~!
Give it (give it) baby (baby)
Give it give it baby baby (oh baby)

[50 Cent]
Life is short baby, be a part of my dreams
I own Ferarri horses, my Lamborghini leans
So mean, I have niggaz hatin on me
God gave me a gift, I'm supposed to be rich
I'm supposed to ride through the hood and make niggaz sick
When my homies put in work, they supposed to get hit
With a piece of chain thick and go and buy 'em some bricks
I ain't make that up, this is how it's 'sposed to be kid
You should feel like a life, but then get back that time
When I smile your smile should be as big as mines
Girl to know me's to love me, I'm one of a kind
Even when you hate me you love me, forever you're mine

[Chorus] + [Hook]

[Mary J. Blige]
What you gonna give me back~!
You're gonna make me fall in love {*2X*}
Ohhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhh, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH YEAHH HAH YEAHHHH
Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!
Oooooh-whoah-ahhh
What you gon' give me, what you gon' give me, what you gon' give me
{*fades out*}]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Fire http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=57#p57 57@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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Fire!!!

[Intro: 50 Cent]
I make it hotter
Friction turns to fire
You're what I desire
I'm comin to getcha girl
That's right, that's right
It's on tonight
Your just my type
You're what i like
I bring that heat
Ya heard me right
Everywhere I go, go
Let's go

[Verse 1: 50 Cent (Nicole)]
Somethin new
It's another episode
Music bumpin and sweatin
Drippin on the dancefloor
I like it when shorty get it back in the bag
When she do it like that
I don't know how to act
Now work it
Go ahead grind it on me
That's perfect
I'll pay to play it
If its worth it
My phone numb' if you want me (yeah)
You can chirp it (yeah)
Baby work it (yeah)

[Hook: Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want i could serve them by the pound
Shorty don't you got what i want to flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it

[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that fire
So hot I'll burn it down
I think ya already know
I got that fire (fire)
I'm the flyest chick around
You want it (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
I've got it (ooo)
That fire (ooo)
So I'm might (ooo)
Ignite ya (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I burn it down on stage I make it hot

Til the fire marshals come shut down the spot
I had the club jam packed everytime I rock
These other niggas ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down
You can hate this but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent
Yes the star at the bar, I'll get ya bent
You wanna party, let's party
You wanna freak, be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep
Tell me what it's gonna be
So you can...

[Hook: Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I could serve them by the pound
Shorty don't you got what I want to flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it

[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that fire
So hot I'll burn it down
I think ya already know
I got that fire (fire)
I'm the flyest chick around
You want it (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
I've got it (ooo)
That fire (ooo)
So I'm might (ooo)
Ignite ya (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
Fire!!!

[Verse 3: 50 Cent (Nicole)]
Now all you really ready
I said are really ready
I make the temperature rise
Now don't be suprised
I had a ice on stunt and heavy
I got a hell of a flow
You should already know
So over 30 million records already
It's the third time around
You know how I get down
I'm hands down pound for pound
The best around
Now work it
Go ahead grind it on me
That's perfect
I'll play to play
If it's worth it
My phone numb' if you want me (yeah)
You can chirp it (yeah)
Work it (yeah)
(Woo)]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Peep Show http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=56#p56 56@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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[50 Cent]
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
This is what it sounds like when I'm breakin' it down
(Yeah I'm breakin' it down)
Man this is what it feels like, when I'm breakin' it down
(When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down)
It's not my fault
It's not fault (I'm hot man!)
It's not my fault
It's not my fault

Till the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight
We be gettin' it in come on we gettin' it in
A lil' Hennessey, a lil' juice and gin
It's not a fantasy, it's not pretend
We gon' do it, we gon' do it, we gon' do it again
Till the sun comes up, every night
We party and we party 'til daylight

I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I'm really been lookin' into yo' freak show
You gimme a little baby and I'ma want mo'
O.D.B. said that I like it raaaw!
Exotic her body been movin' on the flo'
Enough to make a nigga lose control
I'm down to go wherever you wan' go
Ya got a man now keep it on the low
I do my thing you know I gets my dough
I got a few s*tacks me and you can blow
We get into the hotel after the show
I know how to romance ya, be my private dancer, yeah

On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

They say I'm not the same it's 'cause I'm filthy mayne
I'm off the chain I don't play no games
I'm hustlin' hard homie I do my thang
You fuck wit' the paper then watch the hammer go bang
Now shorty I like the way she move them hips
I'm tryna get her in my bedroom and shit
We can take a long time or get it done quick
We can camcord the s*hit make a boom-boom flick
It's oh so many places that we can go
I really want you shorty shorty now you should know
Girl ya body's callin' me hear you loud and clear
We ain't got to leave now we can do it right here

On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

The way you move (the way you move)
You make me lose (you make me lose)
All control (all control)
I know you know (I know you know)

You're so seductive, you make me wanna touch it
I ain't got to tell ya, you know I wanna fuck ya
I'm feelin' your ---- ya better watch me now
My tongue'll be in ya mouth my hands'll be in ya blouse
When you get me aroused you put a spell on me
Man if I can't have ya I'ma go crazy
I want you bad now and if you want me
Girl come to me now, I said come to me now

[Eminem]
Come to me now? You gon' come to me now?
Apple in ya mouth, tackled on the couch
Shackled in the house, I'll be back in about
Twenty minutes or less, wit' my Hannibal mask
And when you wiggle around and giggle in that cage
I know I couldn't wait to get you off that stage
From the moment I met you had to let you know
I just wanted to get you through my bedroom do'
You makin' me feel like I'm in middle school still
You squeal like a little girl you pitiful, chill
We gon' fuck, I just popped this little blue pill
You can leave but wait, I gotta shit on you still
I shouldn't have to tell you shorty you should know
I hope you really gettin' in to my creep show
And let me shit on ya chest and if some pee comes out
Just guzzle it down, just guzzle it down

[50 Cent]
On ya mark, get set girl, now here we go
Racin' off to see yo' peep show
It turn me on to see you on the flo'
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down
Ready or not shorty now here I come
Shake that thing girl now back it up
Work it, work it, girl you turn me on
When ya breakin' it down, keep breakin' it down

It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can ya break it down?
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, I can break it down
It's not my fault
It's not my fault, can ya break it down?]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Fully Loaded Clip http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=55#p55 55@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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High Speed Ferrari Movement
3rd Lanes Swiching Lanes, What Up
Brooklin What Up,
Far Rock What Up

When Jay And Beyonce Was Hm Hm Kissing
I Was Cooking One Thousand Grams In My Kitchen
When Nas Was Telling Kelis I Love You Boo
I Was Shining My Nine , You Know How I Do
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit
I Got , I Got A Fully Loaded Clip
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit (Yeah)
I Got, I Got A Fully Loaded Clip

Who Want Problem With Me, No Problem Its All Good
I Aint Fresh Out The Hood, I'm Still In The Hood
Black Rims, Black Hemi, Nigga See Me When You See Me
I Appear And Desappear With The Heater Like Houdini
The Party With Bullshit, You Get You Ass Pop
Dont Believe Me, Ask Fab He Got His Head Shot
Im In The Cut Like Turns, I Do Dirt Like Worms
Smoke Weed, Now Im Sure, Nigga Its My Turn
I Fire On Your Ass Then Hollow Tips Burn, Baby Burn
I Scream Fuck The Cops, Ride Around With My Glock
Test My Pistol On My Bitch, Nigga Fuck That Box
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Thats How P Got Knocked, Thats How Jewel Got Dropped
But Dre Beat That Nigga, Go Ahead Repeat That Nigga
You Might Learn A Lil Something If You Learn To Stop Frontin
I Make It Look Easy On Three Piece B-P's Rolling Loc-Ing
A Brother With The Dope Man

When Janet And Jermain Was Hm Hm Kissing
I Was Bagging One Thousand Grams In My Kitchen
Puffy Just Telling Kim, I Love You Boo
I Was Shining My Nine, You Know How I Do
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit
I Got , I Got A Fully Loaded Clip
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit (Yeah)
I Got, I Got A Fully Loaded Clip

At The Dice Game, And Bet It All Hear What I'm Saying
Take Gram I Fall Better, Nigga I Aint Playing
I Trying To Get It, Holla At Me If You With It
Then Lace Up The Chucks, We Can Rob These Motha Fuckas
My Stomach Is Growling, They Say That I'm Wildling
Im Doing My Numbers, Or Im Getting Violent
You Hear Me Rap And Think That I'm Playing
Then See The Barrel And Then See The Flame
I Need Full Cooperation Man Give Us The Chain
The Watch, The Ring And The Grill We Aint Playing
I Fire That Thing And It Sound The Same
Holla I Got That News Candy Man

When Jeezy And Keysha Was Hm Hm Kissing
I Was Bagging One Thousand Grams In My Kitchen
And Trina Was Telling Wayne, I Love You Boo
She Was Just Running Games, She Told Buck That Too
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit
I Got , I Got A Fully Loaded Clip
I Got A Fully Loaded Clip, I Be On That Shit (Yeah)
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We're back, move 50 cent
Amusement park,F 50,[Incomprehensible], G Unit

Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off
Just pull 'em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby, come on and ride

It go up and down and 'round and 'round
Stand up or get on the floor
It's on tonight, I know what you like
I know just how to break you off

Good evening ladies, I tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
There's lots of activities fun things to do
And I'll find my pleasure in pleasing you

Some rides go fast some rides go slow
You fear heights when I'm high, hell yeah I'll go low
It tastes so sweet that sticky cotton candy
We get carried away we be startin' a family

It's a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl, you know it's no fun without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat

Applause now that's the first half of my act
Started out a pimp now I'm more like a mac
I don't need your paper just don't fuck with my stacks
(Oh, it's like that?)
Yeah, it's like that

Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off
Just pull em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride

It go up and down and 'round and 'round
Stand up or get on the floor
It's on tonight I know what you like
I know just how to break you off

Now, you can ride the horse around the carousel
Explosives, it's all in the hotel
Put me to the test girl, I don't fail
I'll work it out without a doubt

Theres plenty water rides I'm sure to get you wet in the park
Have your luster's seduction considered or not
Throw a hoop around the bottle, I'll be your teddy bear
Whatever color you like you know, I don't care

I really want to thank you for attending this affair
Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here
I smile when I speak but I'm being sincere
And your pass is valid all summer my dear

So watch everything that you can always return
There's so many tricks to the trade you should learn
Suck that, lick that, swallow that lollipop
Forget that, grip that, ride it nonstop

Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off
Just pull 'em to the side
If you wanna ride on the roller coaster
Baby come on and ride

It go up and down and 'round and 'round
Stand up or get on the floor
It's on tonight, I know what you like
I know just how to break you off

For you switch ass niggas, it's me Snitches
For one]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Straight To The Bank http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=53#p53 53@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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[Intro]
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

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Outro:]
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]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Movin On Up http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=52#p52 52@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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Lyrics:

I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now
You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Vette
Yeah I stunt in the Vette , got stash in the bank
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
With a 4. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

[Bridge - 50 Cent]
Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard tryna fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas runnin' round tryna kill you for us
Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Follow My Lead http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=51#p51 51@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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Lyrics:

Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, Im the one Girl in time you'll see

Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 fuckin' crazy
50 dont know how to treat a lady
They wrong, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So If you act like a bitch, I'll call you a bitch then hang up
Probably call you right back and shit
And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me for tellin' lies
Like Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch"
Smell your scent. Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okay
You can be my Beyonce I'll be your Jay
I gotta great sense of humour, first I make ya smile then I whoo ya!
You know I WANNA do ya, or do ya?


Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, Im the one Girl in time you'll see


After 7 hours New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stop
I told you, Im'a Don you gonna know Im a Don
After you shop 'till your feet hurt in Milan
Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish
They say the scenery was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask a fan about me they say "50 we love em"
Without them theres no me so I love them
Man they the reason I exist, the reason I insist
Im never less than the best so perfection I guess
WHILE niggas is stressed, I'll pass the test
Everytime I drop, Im burnin' hot
I dont care If she loves me or loves me not
Aslong as I enjoy the time that we spent
I aint lookin for commitment,we could fuck and be friends
Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz
I get it done..(WITH SPEED)

Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, Im the one Girl in time you'll see]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Ayo Technology http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=50#p50 50@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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Lyrics:

Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I'm ballin', throw'n money around

Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs,
you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs,
you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs,
you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs,
you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs,
you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs,
you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs,
you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs,
you got me hypnotized, let me tell you]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Come & Go http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=49#p49 49@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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Lyrics:

[50 Cent]
I make 'em move
I make 'em move
I make it hot up in here
Look around, see what we got up in here

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin we ain't speakin bitch
Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out
Bring 'em in, it's Dr. Dre, 50 Cent trick

[50 Cent]
They said we couldn't do it, look now, I did it
I topped "In Da Club," I'm still sippin the bubb'
The drama I'm widdit, I get biz, you get it
I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig
That's why a nigga bit it, I can't forget it
I said I didn't do it, witnesses said I did it
I'm fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted
Five TV's, my rims is so siddick
I cruise through your bitch and just fall in love with it
Baby come in - girl I wanna give it to you
Once I'm in - in sum, I'm a freak with it
Money come quiddick, hot shit I spit it
G-Unit kitted, blue New York fitted
Shorty wanna cut, oh yeah, I'm with it
She come to my hotel room, she know she gon' get it
It's exercise, my homey he been waitin
He next to ride

[Chorus]

[50 Cent - singing]
People always talkin 'bout
My reputation~! I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em
I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em, I don't love 'em
I don't care, what she do, with him
It's all good with me
Soo-oooh-ooooooooh

[50 Cent]
Yeah
They can't do it how I do it, I'm #1, I knew it
I thug, do my thang, and gangsters bop to it
It's hit after hit, damn I'm on the road
I'm like James Brown now, man I got soul
Naw I ain't a pimp but HELL YEAH I got hoes
I was born due to this, when I breathe I make a killin
You think I'm bullshittin, my money touchin the ceiling
Can't buy condos, I'm buyin the building
I'm pissin the wrong women, R. Kelly do it to children
You bet against me boy, I'ma hurt your feelings
Cause over and over I'ma keep on winnin
My Rolls Royce tinted, your Phantom rented
That's why we never ever ever see you in the hood with it
Man e'rybody know, like e'rywhere I go
When 50 in the club shit just go out of control
You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre; okay~!]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ I Get Money http://www.lyrics.pun.pl/viewtopic.php?pid=48#p48 48@http://www.lyrics.pun.pl
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Lyrics:

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)

[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 2]
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.]]> Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ Niedziela 20 GrudzieƄ