50 Cent lyrics
50 Cent lyrics
"Follow Me Gangster lyrics"
Gather Me Up Forever lyrics
The pain never stops The race ignore me I sit here twisted, and it hurts me The Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart The affection
(feat. G-Unit)The pain never stops The race ignore me I sit here twisted, and it hurts me The Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart The affection
[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot to your melon, that'
Maybe I Should Drive lyrics
I'm on a B road heading for the sea To see if hands across the ocean Shake or wave Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers I can see for miles But all I do is watch the time And the driver's hands He harbours thoughts on personal grief I said your hardship's Only one of a fleet That didn't go down well CHORUS Listen son if you'd
ll keep you're punk ass from chillin'I'm on a B road heading for the sea To see if hands across the ocean Shake or wave Through the whiplash of the windscreen wipers I can see for miles But all I do is watch the time And the driver's hands He harbours thoughts on personal grief I said your hardship's Only one of a fleet That didn't go down well CHORUS Listen son if you'd
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead
Peg lyrics
I've seen your picture Your name in lights above it This is your big debut It's like a dream come true And when you smile for the camera I know they're gonna love it I like your pin shot I keep it with your letter Done up in blueprint blue It sure looks good on you So won't you smile for the camera I know I'll love you better
of pork and beansI've seen your picture Your name in lights above it This is your big debut It's like a dream come true And when you smile for the camera I know they're gonna love it I like your pin shot I keep it with your letter Done up in blueprint blue It sure looks good on you So won't you smile for the camera I know I'll love you better
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Still walk around wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like
Beatbox lyrics
A metallic beat keeps us insane For every new are a different color blink Sixty leds flashing, just one makes a gain You copy and paste yourself into my brain Patterns to be followed, arrangements to be made Track to be programmed, new patterns to be laid You should fit the beat in the same frame You always find a way into my brain Fr
a 2003 banana PorscheA metallic beat keeps us insane For every new are a different color blink Sixty leds flashing, just one makes a gain You copy and paste yourself into my brain Patterns to be followed, arrangements to be made Track to be programmed, new patterns to be laid You should fit the beat in the same frame You always find a way into my brain Fr
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt, packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
It's 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the college dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it pancakes
[Chorus]