Song Lyrics

[nyepet]

Township Rebellion

 

Rebel, rebel and yell

'Cause our people still dwell in hell

Locked in a cell

Yes, the structure's a cell

Mad is the story I tell

How long can we wait?

Come on, seein' what's at stake

Action for reaction

If your mind's in a somewhat complacent state

Get a check up

This is a stick up

Our freedom or your life

Lord, I wish I could be peacful

But there can be no sequel

 

 

Now freedom must be fundamental

In Johannesburg or South Central

On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em

To kick in the township rebellion

 

 

Yeah, what about that sucker?

 

Yeah, so you thought you could get with the hardlines

That fill your mind

Thoughts, battles fought

And lessons taught

Yes I'll display the fitness

And flip like a gymnast

Raise my fist and resist

Asleep, though we stand in the midst

Of the war

Gotta get mine

Gotta get more

Keepin' the mic warm against the norm

'Cause what does it offer me?

I think often it's nothin' but a coffin

 

Gotta get wreck

'Till our necks never swing on a rope

From here to the cape of no hope

 

 

Now freedom must be fundamental

In Johannesburg or South Central

On the mic, 'cause someone should tell 'em

To kick in the township rebellion

 

 

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, f#&k the norm (4 times)

 

(Guitar solo)

 

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, f#&k the norm (4 times)

 

What's it gonna take?

Euuurrrggghhhhh!

 

Shackle their minds when they're bent on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Shackle their minds when they're left on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Shackled our minds when we're bent on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost

Shackled our minds when we're left on the cross

When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost, lost!

 

Shackle your minds and you're left on the cross!

When ignorance reigns, life is lost!

Just shackle your minds when you're bent on the cross!

When ignorance reigns, life is lost, lost!

 

Why stand on a silent platform?

Fight the war, f#&k the norm (4 times)

[nyepet]

Freedom

 

Freedom

Uggh!

Pump, pump..

Wah!

Come on!

Uggh!

Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list

All live, never on a floppy disk

Inka, inka, bottle of ink

Paintings of rebellion

Drawn up by the thoughts I think

 

Yeah!

Come on!

The militant poet in once again, check it

 

It's set up like a deck of cards

They're sending us to early graves

For all the diamonds

They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades

With poetry I paint the pictures that hit

More like the murals that fit

Don't turn away

Get in front of it

 

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?

Did ya lose it on the wall

Playin' tic-tac-toe?

 

Yo, check the diagonal

Three brothers gone

Come on

Doesn't that make it three in a row?

 

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

 

Come on!

Uggh!

 

(Guitar solo)

 

Check that!

Uggh!

Come on

Yeah

Uggh

 

Brotha, did ya forget ya name?

Did ya lose it on the wall

Playin' tic-tac-toe?

 

Yo, check the diagonal

Three million gone

Come on

'Cause they're counting backwards to zero

 

Environment

The environment exceeding on the level

Of our unconciousness

For example

What does the billboard say

Come and play, come and play

Forget about the movement

 

Spoken quietly: "Anger is a gift"

 

Yeeeaaahhhh!

Uggh!

Awww, bring that s@%t in!

Uggh!

Hey!

 

Freedom...yea...

Freedom...yea right...

Freedom...yeeeaaahhh!

Freedom!

Yea!

Freedom!

Yea right!

Freedom!

Yea!

Freedom!

Yea!

Right!

[mohao]

thanks wetkiss...i really appreciate it....

your welcome..

 

"Lemonade (Full Version)"

(Jeremy Manongdo (Passion)

Lemonade

Passion

 

She’s my sunshine in the rain

My Tylenol when in pain yeah

Let me tell you what she means to me

Like a tall glass of lemonade

When it’s burnin’ hot on summer days

She’s exactly what I need

 

Chorus

She’s soothing like the ocean rushing on the sand

She takes care of me

And she helps me be a better man

She’s so beautiful, sometimes I close my eyes

She’s exactly what I need

 

She’s my smile when I’m feelin’ blue

My good night sleep when the day is through yeah

Let me tell you what she means to me

(She’s kinda like this)

Kinda like the feelin’ after your first kiss

Except that Everyday she makes me feel like this

She’s exactly what I need

 

Chorus

[nyepet]

Tool and Rage Against the Machine (untitled)

 

[Maynard:]

Living on the street shores

He didn't learn and wanted children

Said, "What is there left to stay alive for?"

He doesn't wanna see it...

 

[Maynard:]

He didn't wanna deal with it

Here they come, feelings that come as natural

Whatever left, he considered a loss, y'all

He doesn't wanna see it...

 

[Maynard:]

Running away, getting some kinda cure

"What is there left to keep him alive?" she said

Give him your love, give him your love to save him

Give him your love, give him your love to save him

 

[Maynard:]

Give him your love, give him your love to save him

Don't run away, give him your love to save him

Give him your love, give him your love to save him

Give him your love...

 

[Zach 2x:]

You can k*ll the revolutionary

But you can't k*ll the revolution

[Zach & Maynard 2x:]

You can k*ll the revolutionary

But you can't k*ll the revolution

 

[Zach:]

Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves

Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness

Suicide or a slower death from addiction

seemed to be the only way to stop the pain

 

[Maynard:]

Running...

 

[Zach:]

Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves

Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness

Suicide or a slower death from addiction

seemed to be the only way to stop the pain

 

[Zach:]

Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain

Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain

 

[Zach 2x:]

You can k*ll the revolutionary

But you can't k*ll the revolution

[Zach & Maynard 4x:]

You can k*ll the revolutionary

But you can't k*ll the revolution

[nyepet]

Artist: 50 Cent & Olivia

Album: Best Friend

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time

(I want you 'round me all the time)

Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine

(Girl promise you'll be mine)

Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)

Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)

Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)

Please say he's just a friend

If I was your best friend

 

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

First we get the talkin, then we get the touchin

If we get pass the phone games we'll be f#&kin

I kiss like the french then put my tongue in your ear

Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair

For me a different scenery just mean a different position

In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen

In the chopper or on the jet join the mile high club

I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love, Ha Ha!!!!

 

[Verse 2: Olivia]

You said that I could call you whenever I needed someone to listen to me

That's why I'm here standin by your side cause you always come through for me

So many others tried to be where you are but they just wanted to do me

Glad you took your time and now I'm satisfied that's why I want you all to me

 

[Chorus: Olivia]

Cause if you were my best friend, I want you 'round all the time

(I want you 'round me baby)

Can I be your best friend, I promise boy you'll be mine

(Oooh baby be mine)

I said he's just a friend, baby it's not pretend

Either he is or he ain't my man, I said he's just a friend

 

[50 Cent]

If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time

(I want you 'round me all the time)

Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine

(Girl promise you'll be mine)

Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)

Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)

Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)

Please say he's just a friend

If I was your best friend

 

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back

When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that

I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile

Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style

Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk

And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk

There's a swagger that you calm but when you come from New York

I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought

Separate, come on

 

[Verse 4: Olivia]

I'm not afraid to explore my body oooh gimme that feelin

Now we can watch some TV or play a CD baby that sexual healin

You tried to sing to me your never on the key but you do it just to appease me

I rather spend my time wastin time with you oooh wee you make it so easy

 

[Chorus: Olivia]

Cause if you were my best friend, I want you 'round all the time

(I want you 'round all the time)

Can I be your best friend, I promise boy you will be mine

(Please baby be mine yeah!)

I said he's just a friend (Oh Oooh!)

Baby it's not pretend (No baby)

Either he is or he ain't my man, I said he's just a friend

 

[bridge: Olivia]

We been better than friends, for a long time

ain't no need to pretend, you'll always be mine

We been better than friends, for a long time

ain't no need to pretend, you'll always be mine

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time

(I want you 'round me all the time)

Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine

(Girl promise you'll be mine)

Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh)

Now girl let's not pretend (Come on)

Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!)

Please say he's just a friend

If I was your best friend

[nyepet]

50 Cent

Like My Style

feat. Tony Yayo (G-Unit))

 

 

[50 Cent]

(Uh huh) I know you like my style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down

(Uh huh) I know you like style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down

I know you like my style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down

Wanna get rich I'll show you how

Wanna get rich I'll show you how

 

 

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the flow

Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe

The original don dada nobody bomb harda

Ya heard what I said boy, I'm hot, I'm hot

The hoodrats they say "He so crazy"

The snitches they say "He tried to spray me"

That's what you get for tryin to play me

The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY

No matter how you try you can't stop it

I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit

If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket

Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit

"50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this

Where I'm from the D's tryin to knock us

They swear to God that it's me sellin the choppas

Man I ain't give them lil niggas no product

 

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

(Uh huh) I know you like my style

(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down

(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how

 

 

(Uh huh) I know you like my style

(Uh huh) But how much do you like my style

(Uh huh) You like how I break it down

(Uh huh) Wanna get rich I'll show you how

 

 

[50 Cent]

The birds they say I got a way with words

I be like "baby girl I like them curves"

If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve

I'ma bachelor baby, f#&k what you heard

 

 

From the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer

Tongue touch ya'll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure

I make hits about what I do in my leisure

G unit gang, can't another clique out to see us

Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us

Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us

Try ta holla at the kid, e'ery time they see us

Girlfriend quit pretending I'm the nigga ya love

And I ain't got to say nuttin you know that I'm thugin

Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I'm buggin

We family baby, kissin cousins

Now look what the riff raff done drug in

For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven

I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern

And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin

After we play, ok, got to ya husband

 

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

 

 

[50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]

Em said you gone like my style

Dre said you gone like my style

I said you gone like my style (Uh huh)

You gone like how I break it down

 

 

[Tony Yayo]

You're not really, really ready (ready)

The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!

You're not really, really ready (ready)

My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin

You're not really, really ready (ready)

Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin

You're not really, really ready (ready)

You think ya ready, ya not (ya not)

Really really ready (ready)

[nyepet]

Artist: 50 Cent

Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Soundtrack

Song: Window Shopper

 

[50 Cent]

Ohh!

The top feel so much better than the bottom

So much better

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Nigga youse a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Nigga youse a window shopper

In the jewelry store lookin' at s@%t you can't buy

Nigga youse a window shopper

In the illest s@%t tryna get a test drive

Nigga youse a window shopper

Mad as f#&k when you see me ride by

 

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky

I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy

It's funny how niggaz get to screw-facin' at me

Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me

I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from

So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun

They know the kid ain't gon' for all that bullshit

Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip

It ain't my fault you done f#&ked up your re-up

At the dice game who told you put a G up?

Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right

But when I come around y'all niggaz better act right

When we got the tops...down you can hear the systems thump

Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'

Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump

Nigga when we rollin', rollin', rollin'

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Nigga youse a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Nigga youse a window shopper

In the jewelry store lookin' at s@%t you can't buy

Nigga youse a window shopper

In the illest s@%t tryna get a test drive

Nigga youse a window shopper

Mad as f#&k when you see me ride by

 

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Niggaz love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in

They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in

Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them

Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton

You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off

After that five hour flight from New York

I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, mang

Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."

She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose

Then we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes

Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game

Then her best friend could potentially be next, mayne

Listen mayne, s@%t...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang

Homey I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'

Oh s@%t mayne, the store owner watchin' you

Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Nigga youse a window shopper

Mad at me, I think I know why

Nigga youse a window shopper

In the jewelry store lookin' at s@%t you can't buy

Nigga youse a window shopper

In the illest s@%t tryna get a test drive

Nigga youse a window shopper

Mad as f#&k when you see me ride by

[nyepet]

Artist: 50 Cent

Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' Soundtrack

Song: Hustler's Ambition

 

(Light the fire that needs the air)

(I won't burn unless your there)

 

[50 Cent]

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate

So I can use it for your anger

You know, its very s@%t, feel this!

 

[Verse 1]

'merica's got a thing for this gangsta's s@%t, they love me

Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle

I take spills over raymo s@%t, I'ma fan

Got through the silver duck tape on my Tre Eight handle

The women in my life bring confusion 'n' s@%t

So like Nino went new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch

Look at me, this is the life I chose

Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up

Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman

I take that coke 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 find the thing in my life

So I hustle (hustle)

Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine

And I'll buck you (buck you)

I don't care who you run with, or where you from

Nigga f#&k you (f#&k you)

I want to find the thing thats in my life

So I hustle (hustle)

 

[Verse 2]

Yea, I don't know s@%t about gymnastics I summersault bricks

Black Talen start flyin, when a nigga flip

I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't f#&k with me

Man my cold Gauge, they called me Chef Boy R 50

Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed s@%t

Send me to seeds I'll grow 'em what they need

Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib that's chronic

And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn 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 of a crook and

What goes on in my mind, its contagious

Hypnotic, it sounds melodic

If the rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product

Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key

And you can locate me where ever that dope be, 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

Or in the jewler switchin chains

I upgrade from 30 BS to a clean VS

Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot

I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline

Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin

I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state

Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate

Them holo-tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape

Pour Crystal in the blender make a protein shake

I'm like the East coast number one playboy B

Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got s@%t on me

The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me

Racist, pointin at me look at the niggarachi

Hello!

 

[Chorus]

[nyepet]

Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin'

Song: Many Men (Death Wish)

 

[Lloyd Banks]

Man we gotta go get something to eat man

I'm hungry as a motherf#&ker

 

[50 Cent]

Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?

 

[Lloyd Banks]

50, calm down, here he come

 

[9 Shots]

 

[banks and 50]

Ahh, ohh, what the f#&k!?

 

[50 Cent]

Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

 

[50 Cent]

Many men, wish death upon me

Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see

I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be

And niggas trying to take my life away

I put a hole in a nigga for f#&king with me

My back on the wall, now you gon' see

Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me

'Cause I'll come and take your life away

 

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

 

Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head

Go on and get your refund motherf#&ker, I ain't dead

I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found

I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned

When I rhyme, something special happen every time

I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime

I walk the block with the bundles

I've been knocked on the humble

Swing the ox when I rumble

Show your ass what my gun do

Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head

Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs

I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder

Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over

 

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

 

Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain

Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain

Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard

It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred

This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars

For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars

I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear

Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years

I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don

Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm

Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me

I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

 

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

 

Every night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back

I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat

In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me

Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me

The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot

I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked

I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherf#&kers all the time

Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines

In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around

Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down

Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason

'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't f#&king breathing

 

Many men, many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

Lord I don't cry no more

Don't look to the sky no more

Have mercy on me

Have mercy on my soul

Somewhere my heart turned cold

Have mercy on many men

Many, many, many, many men

Wish death upon me

[nyepet]

Artist: Young Buck

Album: Get Rich or Die Tryin' Soundtrack

Song: Don't Need No Help

 

Yeahhhhhhhhhhh - woop woop, woop woop

Ha ha, f#&k the police!

 

[Young Buck]

Thank about it, everytime you bitches come around

Either we runnin or we layin on the f#&kin ground

Just look at Chris, a nigga popped him, shot him in the club

They called the ambulance and y'all didn't even show up

Or let me tell you 'bout Lil' Ricky when he took his bullets

You want the trigger man? Y'all was the one that pulled it

That's why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis

Before he let you cowards k*ll him he just aimed and sprayed it

Now what'chu wan' do? Bitch I got a gun too

We gon' keep on sendin shots, every time y'all come through

Got the nerve, tell a nigga put his hands up

Then beat him to the ground, when you put the boy in handcuffs

 

[Chorus: Young Buck]

f#&k f#&k the police, we handle it ourself

Even if I bleed to death - nigga we don't need no motherf#&kin help

And to the right (what) to the left (what)

Let 'em know (what) we don't need no motherf#&kin help

f#&k the police (woop woop) f#&k the law (woop woop)

f#&k the police (woop woop) f#&k 'em all - we don't need no motherf#&kin help

f#&k the police (woop woop) f#&k the law (woop woop)

f#&k the police (woop woop) f#&k 'em all - we don't need no motherf#&kin help

 

[Young Buck]

We used to play, cops and robbers as a little kid

Whoever was the pigs, we would go and split his wig (ha ha!)

Then as the years passed, niggaz only got worse

Jumped into the gang s@%t, gotta protect our turf

We had enough of gettin handcuffed and pulled over

We started tryin, knocked they heads off they f#&kin shoulders

Now where my soldiers at, get ready for combat

I'm livin like them niggaz that done went to Vietnam {?}

So if you try to lock me up for smokin my weed

The whole force of police, is what they gon' need

One of a kind, I'm the last of a dyin breed

Even the one that was befo' me, he was sayin

 

[Chorus]

 

[Young Buck]

When I'm New York I'm hollerin nigga we don't need no motherf#&kin help

Yeah; when I'm in Tennessee I'm hollerin we don't need no motherf#&kin help

Yeahhh, when I'm out in L.A. nigga we don't need no motherf#&kin help

Yeahh, A-T-L all day, nigga we don't need no motherf#&kin help

[nyepet]

Artist: G-Unit f/ Joe

Album: Beg for Mercy

Song: Wanna Get to Know You

 

[intro/Chorus: Joe]

I wanna get to know ya

I really wanna thug you, baby

One dose of your lovin

I know it gon' drive me, crazy

I wanna be your lover

I wanna get to know you, baby

One dose of my lovin

I know it gon' drive you, crazy

 

[Verse One: Young Buck]

I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass

I'm visualizin my name tattooed on that ass baby

Jump on this Harley, let's go smoke some of that Bob Marley

Sip some Bacardi then go pull up at the after party

I think we make a perfect couple, but you think I'm trouble

Maybe that's the reason you gave me the wrong number (what?)

She got me feelin like, maybe she the wrong woman

Think I'ma be chasin the chickenhead, you're on somethin

Your toes painted, hair fixed all the time

And your Gucci boots the same color as mine

If you read between the lines you can see that I want you

I betcha I'll have you doin what you said that you won't do

Make a decision shorty, good thangs don't last long

Your girlfriend keeps showin me that thong

Before I head home I'ma stop at your house and blow the horn

If you come outside you know it's on, holla at your boy

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]

Now bitches be frustrated with a baller, wonder why I don't call her

Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her

It gets annoying, from time to time I gotta ignore her

In order to let her know that we friends and nuttin more

She loves it when I'm in town, hate it when I'm not around

I get her and wear her down, next door neighbors hear the sound

Pictures hittin the ground, just enough to hold us down

I'm stickin and movin, cruisin after the third round

Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy

I can make a forty-year old feel like a young lady

I admit I fell in love with a friend

And to make her feel special I let her call my by my government name

Her panties wet over fame, fell in love with my chain

I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer, would she remain?

Surroundin me, houndin me, tryin to be my ON-LY

I'm not your boyfriend, I'm your HO-MEY

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse Thre: 50 Cent]

Yeah

Don't know what f#&k me up more, watchin her lick her lips

Or watchin her walk, she hypnotized me with her hips man

I sweet talk her if she like

Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right?

Look, I'm legit now, I used to break laws

Now you can reap the benefits of world tours

Big house, big Benz, girl it's yours

Mink coats, Italian shoes, stones with no flaws

You ain't got ta look like a model for me to adore you

All you gotta do is love me and be loyal

Don't indulge in my past, f#&k what happened before you

Cause to me some bunny's gon' hate you that never saw you

C'mere, let me touch on you, I let you touch on me

Put my tongue on you, you put your tongue on me

Let me ride on you and you can ride on

We can do it all the night, we can have a baller night

 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X w/ variations

 

{*ad libs to end*}

[nyepet]

Artist: 50 Cent

Album: 8 Mile Soundtrack/No Mercy, No Fear/Get Rich or Die Tryin' *

Song: Wanksta

 

 

[intro: 50 Cent]

It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50

Break it down

I got a lot of living to do before I die

And I ain't got tyme to waste

Let's make it

 

[50 Cent]

You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'

You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'

You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)

You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)

What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine

We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind

So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes

Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine

A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind

I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every nine

I'm f#&kin with they mind

I make 'em press rewind

They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme

Been on parole since 94 cuz I commit the crime

I send you my line, I did it three ta nine

If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

 

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]

You said you a gangsta

But you neva pop nuttin

You said you a wanksta

And you need to stop frontin'

You go to the dealership

But you neva cop nuttin'

You been hustlin a long tyme

And you ain't got nuttin

 

[Verse 2]

Damn Homie, in highskew you was tha man, homie

What tha f#&k happened to you?

I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda

And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta

Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta

I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta

She look good but I know she after my chedda

She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her

Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet

We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step

Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out

Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

 

[Chorus 2X]

 

[Verse 3]

Me I'm no monsta, me I'm no gangsta

Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me

Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta

But it's me you see on your TV

Cuz I hustle baby, this rap s@%t is so easy

I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy

By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets

If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat

Niggas sayin they gon merk 50 how?

We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow

What you know about AK's and AR 15's?

Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf beams, huh

[nyepet]

2pac

 

Trapped

 

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion

Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion

Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught

Shot up or shot down with tha bullet that he bought

Nine millimeter kickin' thinking about what tha streets do

to me

Cause they never talk peace in tha black community

All we know is violence, do tha job in silence

Walk tha city streets like a rat pack of tyrants

Too many brothers daily heading for tha big penn

Niggas commin' out worse offthan when they went in

Over tha years I done alot of growin' up

Getten drunk thrown' up

Cuffed up

Then I said I had enough

There must be another route, way out

To money and fame, I changed my name

And played a different game

Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle

If one more cop harrasses me I just might go psycho

And when I gettem

I'll hittem with tha bum rush

Only a lunatic would like to see his skull crushed

Yo, if your smart you'll really let me go 'G'

But keep me cooped up in this ghetto and catch tha uzi

They got me trapped....

 

[Chorus]

 

(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)

They got me trapped

(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)

Trapped

(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)

Trapped

(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)

 

They got me trapped

Can barely walk tha city streets

Without a cop harrassing me, searching me

Then asking my identity

Hands up, throw me up against tha wall

Didn't do a thing at all

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Cuffed up throw me on tha concrete

Coppers try to k*ll me

But they didn't know this was tha wrong street

Bang bang, down another casualty

But it's a cop who's shot there's brutality

Who do you blame?

It's a shame because tha mans slain

He got caught in tha chains of his own game

How can I feel guilty after all tha things they did to me

Sweated me, hunted me

Trapped in my own community

One day i'm gonna bust

Blow up on this society

Why did ya lie to me ?

I couldn't find a trace of equality

Work me like a slave while they laid back

Homie don't play that

It's time I lett'em suffer tha payback

I'm tryin to avoid physical contact

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

They got me trapped

 

[Chorus]

 

(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)

You know they got me trapped

(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)

Trapped

(uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)

You know they got me trapped

(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)

 

Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway

All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay

Can't use tha phone

Cause i'm sure someone is tappin in

Did it before

Ain't scared to use my gat again

I look back at hindsite the fight was irrelevant

But now he's tha devils friend

Too late to be tellin' him

He shot first and i'll be damned if I run away

Homie is done away I should of put my gun away

I wasn't thinkin' all I heard was tha ridicule

Girlies was laughin', Tup sayin "Damn homies is dissin you"

I fired my weapon

Started steppin' in tha hurricane

I got shot so I dropped

Feelin' a burst of pain

Got to my feet

Couldn't see nothin' but bloody blood

Now i'm a fugitive to be hunted like a murderer

Ran through an alley

Still lookin' for my getaway

Coppers said Freeze, or you'll be dead today

Trapped in a corner

Dark and I couldn't see tha light

Thoughts in my mind was tha nine and a better life

What do I do ?

Live my life in a prison cell

I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell

They got me trapped

 

[Chorus]

 

(Uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)

They got me trapped

(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)

Trapped

(uh uh, they can't keep tha black man down)

You know they got me trapped

(Naw, they can't keep tha black man down)

Trapped

[nyepet]

Soulja's Story

 

[repeat softly 2X in the background]

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

 

[audible after 'Pac says the word "welfare"]

 

['Pac talking as 'Soulja']

They cuttin off welfare..

They think crime is risin now

You got whites killin blacks,

cops killin blacks, and blacks killin blacks

s@%t just gon' get worse

They just gon' become souljas

Straight souljas

 

[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]

 

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

All you wanted to be, a soulja, a soulja

All you wanted to be, a soulja, like me

 

[2Pac as 'Soulja']

Crack done took a part of my family tree

My mom is on the s@%t, my daddy's splittin, mom is steady blamin me

Is it my fault, just cause I'm a young black male?

Cops sweat me as if my destiny is makin crack sales

Only fifteen and got problems

Cops on my tail, so I bail til I dodge 'em

They finally pull me over and I laugh

"Remember Rodney King?" and I blast on his punk ass

Now I got a murder case..

.. you speak of heaven punk? I never heard of the place

Wanted to come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask

Duckin f#&kin 'Task', now who's the jack-ass?

Keep my s@%t cocked, cause the cops got a glock too

What the f#&k would you do - drop them or let 'em drop you?

I chose droppin the cop

I got me a glock, and a glock for the niggaz on my block

Momma tried to stab me, I moved out

Sold a pound a weed, made G's, bought a new house

I'm only seventeen, I'm the new kid

Got me a crew, bought 'em jewels, and a Uz'-thick

But all good things don't last

'Task' came fast, and busted my black ass

Coolin in the pen, where the good's kept

Now my little brother wants to follow in my footsteps

A soulja

 

[Chorus]

 

[2Pac]

Buck, buck - niggaz get f#&ked, don't step to this

Quiet as kept I'm blessed on a quest with a death wish

Tell 'em to come and test, and arrest, nigga it's hectic

Here's the anorexic, I'm makin it to an exit

Walkin through the streets on the black tip

Packed with several gats, cause I'm on some "pay 'em back" s@%t

Niggaz don't wanna try me, brother you'll get shot down

Now I'm king of the block, since my bigger brother's locked down

I'm hot now, so many punk police have got shot down

Other coppers see me on the block, and they jock now

That's what I call a kingpin

Send my brother what he needs and some weed up to Sing-Sing

Tellin him just be ready set

Pack ya s@%t up quick; and when I hit, be prepared to jet

Niggaz from the block on the boat now

Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke - pow!

These punks about to get hit by the best

I'm wearin double vest.. so aim at my f#&kin chest

I'll be makin straight dome calls

Touch the button on the wall, you'll be pickin up your own balls

I can still hear my mother shout..

"Hit the pig nigga, break your bigger brother out"

I got a message for the warden

I'm comin for ya ass, as fast as Flash Gorden

We get surrounded in the mess hall, yes y'all

A crazy motherf#&ker makin death calls

Just bring me my brother and we leavin

For every minute you stall, one of y'all bleedin..

They brought my brother in a jiffy

I took a cop, just in case things got tricky

And just as we was walkin out (BANG!)

I caught a bullet in the head, the screams never left my mouth

My brother caught a bullet too

I think he gon' pull through, he deserve to

The fast life ain't everything they told ya

Never get much older, following the tracks of a soulja

 

[Chorus]

[mohao]

could have been

Frio

 

Verse 1:

 

If only i could turn back the time

When all the words we say

We can make it rhyme

I just can't get you off my mind

I can only smile when you were mine

 

Pre chorus:

 

I've been waiting for you all night long

Gotta listen to your voice on the phone..

 

Chorus:

 

Could have been a perfect love

I'm still tryin'

I know you've lost your faith in me

Now i'm cryn'

I know i've been a such a fool

I've been blinded

Can we just get back to where we've started

'coz i miss your grip and i miss the way you kiss me

 

Repeat verse 1 and pre chorus ...

Repeat chorus 2.