50 Cent lyrics
50 Cent lyrics
"Gotta Make It To Heaven lyrics"
Du Entschuldige - I Kenn Di lyrics
Wann i oft a bisserl ins Narrenkastl schau dann siech i a Madl mit Aug'n so blau a Blau des laßt sich mit gar nix andern vergleichen. Sie war in der Schul' der erklärte Schwarm von mir und von all' meinen Feunden doch dann am letzten Schultag da stellte des Leb'n seine Weichen. Wir hab'n uns sofort aus den Aug'n verlor'n. I hab' mi oft g'fragt was is aus ihr word'n. Die Wege die mir beide 'gangen san war'n net die gleichen. Und vorgestern sitz i in an Lokal i schau in zwa Aug'n und wa&szli
Wann i oft a bisserl ins Narrenkastl schau dann siech i a Madl mit Aug'n so blau a Blau des laßt sich mit gar nix andern vergleichen. Sie war in der Schul' der erklärte Schwarm von mir und von all' meinen Feunden doch dann am letzten Schultag da stellte des Leb'n seine Weichen. Wir hab'n uns sofort aus den Aug'n verlor'n. I hab' mi oft g'fragt was is aus ihr word'n. Die Wege die mir beide 'gangen san war'n net die gleichen. Und vorgestern sitz i in an Lokal i schau in zwa Aug'n und wa&szli
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for 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 once I ain't going again
First Zee got murked, then Raw got murked
An homies still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt
I smell somethin' fishy man it might be a rat
Damn niggaz switchin sides on niggaz just like that
U know me, I stay wit a bitch on her knees
An get guns away in the hood like government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezing a Mak
In the hood they identify niggaz by they cars
So I switch up whips to stay off the radar
I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot
I send Yayo to dump 30 shots on ya block
So spray dat Tec nigga if I say get it done
An make it wet niggaz if you round me son
[Hook]The Worker lyrics
Hated journey on the train Always been the same Looking out windows Second class and second best (Oooooooh) What a waste of time Sleep for five stops in a row Prepare yourself to go Waterloo station Bought a '69 Capri Failed the M.O.T. What a waste of time The Worker, the worker The worker, the worker Always kiss the wife goodbye Often wonder why Seven in the morning Think it's time You had a change Wouldn't that be strange What a waste of time The worker, the worker The worke
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz
Get close enough to smack, get it clappin nigga
Pac tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass
Point blank range I span put a bone on his ass
Two weeks later niggaz came through with Maks to lay me down
Then sprayed I played dead and got the fuck off the ground
Out the blue I get a phone call, 50 what up?
U send a bitch at me I send the bitch back cut up
I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you boy
Front on me, you gon meet one of my soldiers boy
Cause Entwain shot up his mamma crib an now he
Dandelion lyrics
(feat. Kelis) Saw her on a Friday outside someone run down saloon She was cryin over someone she felt left much too soon I said, hey girl don't you cry tonight let me take you out on this town She looked at me and smiled as one last tear splashed off the ground with half a wink she asked me would I use some kind of creep I told her no, I guess I just feel your vibe is kinda deep the moon hung over soho and I counted 16 stars I pointed at the brightest one and said now that one's ours
in Jail(feat. Kelis) Saw her on a Friday outside someone run down saloon She was cryin over someone she felt left much too soon I said, hey girl don't you cry tonight let me take you out on this town She looked at me and smiled as one last tear splashed off the ground with half a wink she asked me would I use some kind of creep I told her no, I guess I just feel your vibe is kinda deep the moon hung over soho and I counted 16 stars I pointed at the brightest one and said now that one's ours
Trippin on Fliks an bogger trail, pussy in black tail
Pack mamma moved, but she don't talk to him no more
The shells from twains 4-4, blew the hinge off her do'
Without that Tec every month how she gon pay for the crib
Man social service finis' come and take dem kids
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
[50 Cent]
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage
to change the things I can, but wisdom to know the difference
But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat
That's the credit put in your head when you a case act
Man I might talk to you while we up
Free lyrics
[Verse 1:] Everybody knows that yeah I'm kinda shy And I'm not the kinda girl who could ever approach a guy But I wanna find a way to get you to notice me I got a four wheel drive, 5' 5", brown eyes, Then maybe you can handle these Because I'm free [Hook:] Free... single, sexy and sweet Makin' my own money Lookin' for the right party And if you're free... spit your best game at me If you like what you see Maybe I'll let you share my fantasy
in the Penz[Verse 1:] Everybody knows that yeah I'm kinda shy And I'm not the kinda girl who could ever approach a guy But I wanna find a way to get you to notice me I got a four wheel drive, 5' 5", brown eyes, Then maybe you can handle these Because I'm free [Hook:] Free... single, sexy and sweet Makin' my own money Lookin' for the right party And if you're free... spit your best game at me If you like what you see Maybe I'll let you share my fantasy
But when we come home, dat don't mean we gon fuck an be friends
Shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistling
Thank god they missed you, an go grab ya pistol
In the hood niggaz runnin round actin crazy
Buyin little air Jordan's for maybe babies
See it might be his, an it might be yours
Cause them broads in the projects is straight up whores
Man it don't take much for you to get in them draws
You ain't can have 'em on they back or on all fours
You got to tell me, you feelin this shit
Because I hear what I'm sayin I know I'm killin this shit
[Hook]
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for goin through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
Gotta make it to heaven, gotta make it to heaven
I gotta make it to heaven, for going through hell
I gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven