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So I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring it to {Take Money} [ha ha, that`s alright] First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim

School Choir: SLIM SHADY! (note: on the copy i`ve heard, this part is mostly on the end of the previous track. Only the Y makes it to this track) Eminem: That`s why they call me Slim (slim) Shady! (I`m back) I`m back (I`m back) School Choir: SLIM SHADY! Eminem: I`m back (I`m back) That`s why

Nigger noem me casio op mij kan je rekenen Jij hebt potloden nodig om iets te betekenen k-keiz baby, baas hier en ze weten het jou style is dood dus er valt niks te beleven nou zeg me wie o wie is daar uit de jarie aan de mic uit de BBI half open kan t zijn, k-k-keiz baby lobi voor al mn fans ik heb

Michael Joseph Jackson (Gary (Indiana), 29 augustus 1958 – Los Angeles (Californië), 25 juni 2009) was een Amerikaans popzanger. Hij geldt als een van de succesvolste artiesten van de 20e eeuw. . Jackson onderscheidde zich door zijn herkenbare hoge stem, zijn typische dansbewegingen en zijn grot

Wy ride mei de troika troch it wite winterwâld It friest in graad as tritich en it is ferrekte kâld De hynstehoeven knarse troch de droege farske snie `t Is yn Siberië, dus wat oars as de Dokkumer Ie Ik reiz`gje mei ús omke Wassilev út Wolgograd Dêr`t hy in winkeltsje mei wodka, tsiis en bût

[Lil` Zane] Money is mandatory, my game is self explanitory I hit the blunt as I proceed to tell my ghetto stories I`m into deep,all my peeps, bring them shovel stories Some niggaz strapped with thier gats, tryin to kill your homez Didn`t know me, but met the heat when they ran up on me Left h

[VERSE 1] The plan to take command of the whole family Though underhanded to be the man it was planned all my road doggs official mob figures love to act up the first to bomb when we rob niggaz I could be lost in my own mind to be the boss only thoughts grippin chrome nines

"Ladies and gentlemen, the house of mirrors For just one bet, venture through this wonderful exhibit See yourself in all the weird shapes and sizes You, young man, would you like to go into the house of mirrors Well, okay Have a good time, son And good luck finding your way out Wait a mi

[2Pac] Bury me a G.. Thug Life, feel me Thinkin back, reminiscin on my teens A young G, gettin paid offa dopefiends Fuckin off cash that I made Nigga what's the sense of workin hard if you never get to play? I'm hustlin, stayin out 'til it's dawn And comin home, at 6 o'clock in the mornin

Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and since my pops never knew me my family didn't know what ta do with me was I somebody they despise curious look in they eyes as if they wonder

Chorus: Yea We Here Now Don't Get Scared Now. Ja Rule Nigga bout to tear shit down. What y'all thought y'all was gon eat forever, And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda. We better eat together or meet at da crossroad Cause the Lord knows It's Murda, hold those. When yo casket close an

I.Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed As Death left impressing His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The House of Bathory shrouded 'Neath griefs dark facade If only I could have wept In mourning by Her side I would have clasped Her so tight Lik

Before the story begins, is it such a sin, for me to take what's mine, until the end of time We were more than friends, before the story ends, And I will take what's mine, create what God would never design Our love had been so strong for far too long, I was weak with fear that something would go w

Belle:] Little town It's a quiet village Ev'ry day Like the one before Little town Full of little people Waking up to say: [Townsfolk:] Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour! [Belle:] There goes the baker with his tray, like always The same old bread and rolls to sell Ev'ry morni

I'm trying to save us girl..... They got that... They got that kryptonite... Verse 1: It seems the more I try to do right, The more I lie about being at sessions and leaving at certain times, She's like, "Where you at?" I'm at the studio at home, and I'm thinking to myself we cut that record days a

Yeah, Yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn Now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro But I’ll be hood forever I’m the new Sinatra And since I made it here I can make it anywhere Yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem All of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway Brought me back to that

Get It On The Floor Lyrics (feat. Swizz Beatz) [DMX] Let's get it on!! [Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!! We don't give a what what!! (shiet) [Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)] Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floo

Table of Contents (Parts 1 & 2) [Part One] [Black Thought] *Background* Is this fast or normal speed? Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of Contents Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on (2x) Uh yea, uh huh, yo Check it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the R

Whassup Boo? Swear I'll never call you bitch again You ain't fuck with me, hehehe I swear I'll never call you bitch again (All I just wanna say is um, if I fuckin apologized) I swear I'll never call you bitch again (I ain't mean to call you a bitch) I'll never call you bitch again Damn - gave my ho

(What y`all want?) Unconditional Love (no doubt) Talking bout the stuff that don`t wear off It don`t fade It`ll last for all these crazy days These crazy nights Whether you wrong or you right I`m a still love you Still feel you Still there for you No matter what (hehe) You will always b

Born Loser - DMX[Songtekst]
DMX - Born Loser The born loser, not because I choose to be But because all the bad shit happens to me I got kids, but their mothers don't want them to know me Sisters used to like me but now they call me "homie" Used to have a family, now I'm out on my own Had to scrap with a pi

Its been a long time been a long time comin` Looks like the death of me now But you know, there`s no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Chorus: You can hate me now (QB) But I won`t stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can`t stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C

(The chorus is drowned out and in the back round) (Chorus) (x2) [Eve (DMX)] Get that ass up and Scream Double R (What!) We ain`t going nowhere we made it this far(Uh -1st time come on - 2nd) Let me see my, my dogs (*growls*) Let me hear my, my dogs (*Barks*) [DMX (Over Chorus)] Uh, What, Uh, My B

[JD](Jagged Edge) (Oh...) Je y`all [Lil Bow Wow](JD) Yo I`m looking for girls (Bow Wow) Girls that can give me puppy love Ya know? (He, he yeah) Yeah it`s going down right here West coast rock on (Come on) East coast rock on (Come on) Dirty South rock on Yeah (Come on, come on, come

Psycho female blowin up the phone line you need to tighten that screw, it`s been loose for a long time I`ve been slammed with some bad luck soon I`m gonna bring you doom with the buck buck and now you duck duck goose I`m lettin` loose with the thirty odd freestyle labeled hostile by my profile m

[LL Cool J] [Queen Is] [G.O.A.T.] [Prodigy] Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas Straight up, all y`all niggas [LL Cool J] Yo, Yo [Chorus: Prodigy] Queens got the vets *click*) (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Queens be the best *click* {Yo} (Killa Queens, killa killa Queens {Q-U}) Que

verse 1 It`s hot I`m still sweatin tossin and turnin The whole house on fire, I cant stop it from burnin The curtains and the wall all endowsed in flames I yelled "Somebody help me" but aint nobody came I tried my best to put it out then I said Fuck it, BREAK full speed to the back door 1 room away

Lovin Me - Nelly[Songtekst]
Ay yo ma, how you doin, it`s ya son now And I picked up the mic and put the drugs down Now I`m tryin to do some things that`ll make you proud Instead of everytime I call it`s to bail me out Oh why didn`t I listen to things you used to tell me Knowin that everything that you said would never fail me

Nelly- Where they at (8X) (Chorus) If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three-wheelin in the fo` with the gold D`s Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)

(Chorus) See now you could be a lady or a bitch girl Still, you`re thicky thicky thicky thick Lookin like a lolli-pop waitin for the lick girl You`re thicky thicky thicky thick Remind me of my 6-4 waitin at the switch girl You`re thicky thicky thicky thick Could be a crime that I`m waiting to commit

Verse One: Cool Breeze I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain`t know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!" I said "Damn man, I`m riding in his Lexus I`m bout to dump this nigga`s shit in New Dimensions Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up And tell em da money man done

Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] 1996, dysfunctional member Of the Alkaholik family, yo Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don`t love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around Rule Number T

Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] [Ras Kass] What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof with my nigga Bud`da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo`s in three-one-oh on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens

[Xzibit] Yeah.. Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice I`m precise with the merchandise, came back like Christ to change the game, while y`all niggaz remain the same Clear the lane, comin through like Kobe, you can`t hold me You can`t stop me, e

I don`t even wanna fuck with this Gangsta shit "Higher" "Danger Danger" -{Scarface}- It`s on and once again i bring niggas to ruff Fuckin with us That get you mother fuckers touched Gettin the darkest alleys Where the super sports ralley Beating up the block, leaving these niggas shot They