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Don't be aroused By my confession Unless you don't give a good Goddamn about redemption I know Christ is coming And so am I You would too if the sexy Devil caught your eye She'll suck you dry Soon you'll cry To be back in her bosom To do it again She'll make you weep And moan and cry To be back

Hail Mary 2003 (Ja Rule Diss) (feat. 50 Cent, Busta Rhymes) [Eminem] Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a .12 gauge shotti [2x] Come get me If you mothafuckers want Shady If Pac was still here now, He would never ride with Ja, na na na na na na n

Verse 1 (Obie Trice) You don't see me in the hood It's cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah...) I'm still hearing those sirens, I'm still getting chased by those lights, Only the light's mine and my mic's on And my time is none because I'm writing more, And

[Verse 1] I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, BOW! What up homie My watch saying hi shorty we can be friends My whip saying quit playing bitch get in My earring saying we can hit the mall together Shorty its only right that we ball together I'm into bigger thin

Milady: Als jonge vrouw werd ik door een priester gedwongen tot onzedigheid Geschonden door de kerk werd ik vervloekt en door niemand meer bemint Ik trouwde, maar mijn huwelijk ging stuk door die zonde uit mijn meisjestijd En toch blijf ik geloven, dat de ware liefde wint Koningin Anna: Ik had nie

Turn around Hold me when I sleep It's so much better when you're lying next to me You turned your back upon another soul So much to say So much you'll never know Bear in mind the good times that we see And all the pressure it'll never come from me What a day to be left here on my own So much to say

I'm sick of the silence I shake as I give my point of view I'll wait till your head's locked And trap the blame back on you Why won't you believe me? Because I keep staring at my shoes I try and move closer And open the floodgates locked on you Baby, please Don't say it won't get better Don't say i

Heat - 50 Cent[Songtekst]
(Skit) "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib wh

[Madd Rapper] YOYOYOYOYOYO you know who this is boy fo real The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P enough of that shit it's time to OD. One time. Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook wit

[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

[Chorus] It's best you be a gentleman and you watch what you say (bwahh nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend [50 Cent] Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja I've movin' on now, I got bigger fish to fry Since 'How to Rob' a lot

[50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [50 Cent] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't fuckin' playin' I move on you wit' that Mac mayn (Mac mayn) Come off, now watch your chain Fo' I blow out your brains Shells hit

Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin 50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a

[Chorus: *Scratching*] Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In The Ass " Fuck You" Nas "Niggaz is this and that" Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before" Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In Da Ass "

Funk Flex Yeah, G-Unit You understand whats about to happen? huh .. huh? (do you understand?) Nigga guess who's bizzack It's not Beanie Sieg' or Jay-Hov' 50 Cent y'all niggas should know Don't make me relapse Run up on your ass with the fo' You punk nigga I done told you before

[Tony Yayo] Yea... Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [50 Cent] Yea...Niggas salute me Uh huh [Tony Yayo] We takin over this shit (50 Cent) Yo [Tony Yayo] G Unitttt [50 Cent] G Unit soliders (gun cocks) Ride out [Tony Yayo] Whatcha say whatcha say? [50 Cent] G U

(50 Cent-talking over beat) It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha (50 Cent) Get out the club BITCH Niggas tryin to holla at you We want parlay wit you You won't show

{*gunshots*} 50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick Feel this... (non stop) ... {*gunshots*} Motion picture shit hahahaha [50 Cent] Now don't think I won't hit you cause I'm popular I got a P-90 Reuger to pop at cha Catch y

[Intro] Yeah Shady... Aftermath.... G-UNIT!! [Chorus] I got places to go, got people to see The penitentiary ain't the place for me I'm warning you to, not tempt me I'll run up and squeeze it, put a whole in ya, whole in ya (x2) [Verse 1] You mistaken me for somebody that y

(50 Cent) I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation Nigga you play around, I lay you down That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents My headachin', and I need my me

(Fifty talkin' to himself) Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? you are crazy.. I ain't crazy... you are crazy.... atleast I don't think I'm crazy I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot you hot but you crazy.. why they wa

(50 Cent) Uh huh...yea Verse 1 Shorty the Henny got me feeling right Ya heard me? My momma gone you could spend the night Ya heard me? I'm not playing I'm trying to fuck tonight Ya heard me? Clothes off face down ass up c'mon Shorty you roll with the winners right Ya heard me

Hook I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven I gotta make it to heaven, fuck going through hell Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven 50 Cent Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends Been to ICU o

50 Cent G Unit! A, B Scarlett You can't fuck with me 50 Cent C, D Scarlett We from the Harlem streets 50 Cent E, F Scarlett Don't talk me to death 50 Cent G, H Scarlett It's elementary Scarlett Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I

50 Cent Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches That's Yayo Chorus: Don't be stuck on the things they say now you know it's a nasty world (you know it's a nasty world) I ain't fuckin wit you anyway cause I know your a nasty girl (know your a nasty girl) I ain't never gon discriminate

50 Cent Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don'

50 Cent Now play my Tony Yayo shit Yeah, 50 Cent G-Unit Remix Tony Yayo We gonna do it again Hook: repeat 2X Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe Back seat of the Benz truck or Expo Back seat of X5 or Range Rov' So when I pick you up, you know how this shit go - hoe Tony Yayo Hey

Chorus: When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl your after me cheddar And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl I'm after my cheddar 50 Cent I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the w

Hook: (I'm a soldier) G-Unit! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-Unit! (I'm a soldier) G-Unit! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-Unit! 50 Cent It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks But the eagles I got own sixteen shots Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word I'll run

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 li

Hook: You want beef wit me? Take a number, and get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me? Shit cause you can't shine You ain't gettin' yours? That's fucked up cause I'm gettin' mine I got a M1 in my hand, I'm feelin' to start killin' shit I'm not the natio

New York City... You are now rockin with 50 cent.. Are you ready? Gun click I said are you ready? See you wit me nigga? DROP DEAD. (mumbles:Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop) "G UNIT" "Somthin new" I'm not that nigga in your video I'm not a trick I don't love the hoes and Niggaz kn

Chorus: Lloyd Banks G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 50 Cent-between Banks G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) 50 Cent I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up Lloyd Banks Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smil

Intro "Niggas bit off Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah "Admit it, you bit it" - G. Dep "Niggas bit off Nas shit, niggas, niggas, bit off, Nas shit" - Ghostface Killah "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep (Repeat) 50 Cent You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go aga

Aight, check this shit out Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car I'm'a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out, y'all come in The money stays in the car 'til I say so... Aiyyo, whattup whattup, man This is what y'all niggaz is workin' wit' for 22 cents a gr