50 Cent lyrics
50 Cent lyrics
"Follow Me Gangster lyrics"
Better Do Better lyrics
You're back, sitting on my doorstep, ah yeah like nothing happened. Telling me you're free and oh, can you see me again? Yeah right, you've been kicked out, do you think I'm that stupid? You say you're free but didn't he just oh oh oh... get tired of you kid. I could not eat for days, I cried so much my face, <
(feat. G-Unit)You're back, sitting on my doorstep, ah yeah like nothing happened. Telling me you're free and oh, can you see me again? Yeah right, you've been kicked out, do you think I'm that stupid? You say you're free but didn't he just oh oh oh... get tired of you kid. I could not eat for days, I cried so much my face, <
[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'
We Danced Anyway lyrics
(Matraca Berg, Randy Scruggs) The summer air was heavy and sweet You and I on a crowded street There was music everywhere, I can see us there In a happy little foreign town Where the stars hung upside down A half a world away, far far away I remember you were laughung We were so in love, we were so in love And the band played songs we'd
ll keep you're punk ass from chillin'(Matraca Berg, Randy Scruggs) The summer air was heavy and sweet You and I on a crowded street There was music everywhere, I can see us there In a happy little foreign town Where the stars hung upside down A half a world away, far far away I remember you were laughung We were so in love, we were so in love And the band played songs we'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
1975 lyrics
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all Almost every time Yeah, almost every time Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty t
of pork and beansBrawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn Swing and missing all Almost every time Yeah, almost every time Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day Go on and press your face All up against the glass Watch and wonder as the pretty t
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
A Medio Camino lyrics
estoy aqui que larga espera en la mitad de mi carrera buscando un poco de verdad de mi verdad en donde sea pero piensa como estoy aqui desorientado y solo comprende que hay momentos tontos que me siento asi todo esta tan dicho todo que estoy cansando de darle credito ya no se ni lo que digo solo espero momentos unicos per eso sigo... po
a 2003 banana Porscheestoy aqui que larga espera en la mitad de mi carrera buscando un poco de verdad de mi verdad en donde sea pero piensa como estoy aqui desorientado y solo comprende que hay momentos tontos que me siento asi todo esta tan dicho todo que estoy cansando de darle credito ya no se ni lo que digo solo espero momentos unicos per eso sigo... po
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]