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gunz come out 50 cent

30-11-1999 tarihinde RapidAdmin tarafından Şarkı Sözleri bölümüne eklenmiştir.

Chorus - 2X]
Y’all niggaz know (wut wut y’all niggaz know, know what I’m about)
Y’all niggaz know, find me at my do’ then the guns come out

[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I’m fuckin’ crazy, they think I’m out my mind
Cause I’m down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money low
You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own
You right there in my zone, welcome to the terridome
The ice blowin’ my chain, blood blow in my veins
Blue still in the range, I’m doin’ my thang
The semi auto spray, run if you get away
I’ll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 2]
In the hood, hoopty, hat low, niggaz don’t know I’m around
Hop out, hit ‘em up, lay my murder game down
You see me in ya projects, 187’s in progress
Hard niggaz finna’ soften up when that lead touch ‘em
You cut ‘em once and keep fight, fuck it just keep cuttin’ em
Its real killa instinct, kill or be killed
Trust me, you don’t wanna feel how hollow tips feel
Fuck around and get ya cap peeled
nigga you know the drill, Brownsville
Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo
Feed the wolves, they eat the food
And they ?? fathom too
nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York
Gangstas who sign language and let their guns talk
Look homie, I’m cool with some bloods, I’m cool with some crips
I’m cool but if there’s a problem, nigga I got extra clips
I don’t know karate, but I split the bricks
I don’t love ‘em loverboy, we the shit bitch

[Chorus - 2X]
Y’all niggaz know (wut wut y’all niggaz know, know what I’m about)
Y’all niggaz know, find me at my do’ then the guns come out

[Verse 3]
I’ll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle
Scope, infra-red, run you’re still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggaz new macs and llamas
Got respect for you, my knife will acommodate you
One phone call and niggaz will exterminate you
No future fuckin’ with me, there’s no tomorrow
niggaz’ll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest

[Chorus - 2X]

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god gave me style 50 cent

30-11-1999 tarihinde RapidAdmin tarafından Şarkı Sözleri bölümüne eklenmiştir.

[Intro&Chorus: 50 Cent]
God gave me stylllle, God gave me grace
- God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smilllle, on my face
- Ha ha, God put this smile on my face
God make me shiiiine, like the sun
- God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feeeeel, like I’m the one
- Sometimes I feel like I’m the one

[Break]
It ain’t my fault, I just reach for style
I’m hot, I breaks it down
It ain’t my fault, you can’t break it down
The way I break it down

[50 Cent]
Listen you can call me what you want, black and ugly
But you can’t convince me the Lord don’t love me
When my CD’s drop, they sell the best
You call it luck, why can’t it just be I’m blessed
I’m a track star runnin through life chasin my dreams
Best deal I made was tradin the mic for that triple beam
I zone off thinkin is there really heaven or hell
If so what happens to a changed man that dies in a cell?
I need no answers to these questions, cause time will tell
Got a date with destiny, she’s more than a girl
Don’t much good come from me, but my music
It’s a gift given from God, so I’ma use it - yeah

[Chorus] + [Break]

[50 Cent]
Some days I’m in the crowd, all by myself
Bunch of niggaz around, I’m still by myself
I drift off on a cloud, by myself
Thinkin ’bout nothin more, than life - what else?
These days it’s hard to tell who really cares for me
So when you hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard when you hear it, know you’ll be okay
A O’G told me God’s favorites have a hard time
You’re out the hood, that’s good, now stay on the grind
I’m a sponge, knowledge and wisdom I ab-sorb fast
I’m in a class by myself, you do the math

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
It ain’t my fault, yeah
Shoutout to Reverand Floyd Flake
It ain’t my fault, Creflo Dollar, CD Jake
Ms. Chevetti Allah, is here shorty, ha ha
Wooo! Feels good
Oh yeah, can’t forget Bishop Moore
Cause my mama kill me, ha ha

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get

30-11-1999 tarihinde RapidAdmin tarafından Şarkı Sözleri bölümüne eklenmiştir.

[Intro]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin’ outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don’t fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I’ll run up on you niggas
I’m on the edge, I’m just waitin’ on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin’ at pussy
We ain’t buddies, we ain’t partners and we damn sure ain’t friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I’ma let her get in
I don’t play but I’m a playa till the mothafuckin’ end [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin’ on Dayton spokes
And when I open that doBitch get in my car

[Verse 2]
Don’t tell me you don’t know that, uhh I’m the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain’t ?? these hoes, man I’m bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it nigga I’m gon’ take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethinBut then the next week, nah man it was nothin’ [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin’ on Dayton spokes
And when I open that doBitch get in my car

[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I’m high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin’ me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin’ broke, love won’t get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin’ me
They suck cock that make ‘em hot, I just let ‘em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I’ll taste your love
69’s the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin’, turnin’ over and I’m in the bed [gunshots]

[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin’ on Dayton spokes
And when I open that doBitch get in my car

[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin’ bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]

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gatman and robbin 50 cent

30-11-1999 tarihinde RapidAdmin tarafından Şarkı Sözleri bölümüne eklenmiştir.

[Em] Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
[50] I’m on my way

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There’s a problem I’ma solve it
A nigga movin’ around
With a big ass revolver and a bat man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I’ll leave you dearly departed
They say Batman

[50 Cent]
Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it’s 50 cent and Shady
The worst baby, put your hands on my people
I’ll be act crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe
But dude if you try me, I’ll have ya ass hooked up to a IV
I’ll leave no witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you’ll see
I’ll react’like an animal, tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I’d major in art
Niggaz knew I wasn’t wrapped too tight from start
But bein’ a little off, landed me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
Level three Teflon plate on my chest
And my cock back hollow tip in the chamber
Danger, anger will change ya
And make ya aim that and squeeze

[Chorus 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gat man
There’s a problem I’ma solve it
A nigga movin’ around
With a big ass revolver and a bat man

[Eminem]
Mothafucker, you retarded you touch 50
I’ll leave you dearly departed
We’re walkin’ away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I said we’re walkin’ away, did you hear me you outta be thankful
That we ain’t beefin’ we’re still breathin’ and just leave it at THAT
cause if me, 50, and G-Unit hop back in that BAT mobile
It ain’t gonna be no more rap, it’s gonna be BrrRAAAAT
Retaliation will be like that Muslim shi’ite ATTACK
Some where along the line, its like me and 50 made a PACT
He’s got my back, I got his back[BACK]
It’s almost like we’re kinda like Siamese twins
Cause when we beef we pull each other in
So we’ll do shit like we’re conjoined at the hip
Its just unavoidable some of this shit is washable
And some shit will never boil over
And some of it will just simmer at best
If left alone, but let it be known there won’t be no sit downs
wit no Benzinos, there will no peace discussions with me
There ain’t gon’ be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea
Just quit fuckin’ with me and I’ll gladly quit fuckin’ wit you
Just spit ya sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
without mentionin’ me or the machine or Jimmy Iovine and Dre and 50
D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we’ll be [KNOCK KNOCK]

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem]
with a gatman
There’s a problem I’ma solve it
A nigga movin’ around
With a big ass revolver and a bat man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I’ll leave you dearly departed

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
Nigga you get it twisted, you can get ya wig splitted
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money, in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper, homie I just gotta get it
Got ‘em on the screen, I’m plottin’ in the county and I’m with it
You cross me and you gon’ make a cemetary visit
That’s gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
Showcases drop, when that chopper chop
Way up the block, get hit with copper tops
When drama pop, the llama pop
And it won’t stop, you can run, call the cops
This ain’t new, nigga’s know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you I want it
Its not a game, perfect aim you feel the flame
Up against ya brain, man its so hot I’ll make ya wish it rained

[Chorus - 50 Cent & Eminem]
I got a gatman
There’s a problem I’ma solve it
A nigga movin’ around
With a big ass revolver and a bat man
What the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I’ll leave you dearly departed

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don’t push me (feat eminem) 50 cent

30-11-1999 tarihinde RapidAdmin tarafından Şarkı Sözleri bölümüne eklenmiştir.

[50 cent]
i need you to pray for me and
i need you to care for me and
i need you to want me to win
i need to know where i’m heading,’cause i know where i’ve been
flows, bones, crushing it’s nothing
i come up with something
come through your strip, fronting, stunting
it’s something you want, 745 chrome spinning
haters hate that i’m winnning
man i’ve been hot from the beginning
motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy
’cause i can’t control my temper, i’m fitting to catch a felony
pistol in hand homie, i’m down to get it popping
once i squeeze the first shot
no i aint stopping till my clip is empty
i’m simply not that nigga you should try your luck with
fuck with, hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke
gun smoking, still locing, what nigga
lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling

[50 cent]
right now i’m on the edge
so don’t push me
i aim straight for your head
so don’t push me
fill your ass up with lead
so don’t push me
i got something for your ass, keep thinking i’m pussy

right now i’m on the edge
so don’t push me
i aim straight for your head
so don’t push me
fill your ass up with lead
so don’t push me
i got something for your ass, keep thinking i’m pussy

[lloyd banks]
i cross my bigger nigga and i didn’t cry
to young to understand, the consequences of man
living a lie, i gotta get that money
i’ll be damned if if i’m bummy
gotta watch my back around these niggas
’cause they fronting 20 years
of watching my mama’s tears
got me heated, heavily weeded
smoking that bong ’cause i need it
these niggas don’t want me balling, they want me bury
thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry
laying with bugs under my shirt
i got plans to hop up in that hummer
’cause i’mma stunner, i sit back and wonder
when them angels gon’ call my number
under, my chest is a heart of a lion
i ain’t lieing , bounty hunters got me flying
with my iron, high as a giant
i’m running from nothing, my stomach is touching
what i’m clutching, to give you more then a concussion
end of discussion
my blood is colder, so i’m bolder
and it’s either soda
hood on my my shoulder
looking in the mirror, i see a soldier

[50 cent]
right now i’m on the edge
so don’t push me
i aim straight for your head
so don’t push me
fill your ass up with lead
so don’t push me
i got something for your ass, keep thinking i’m pussy

right now i’m on the edge
so don’t push me
i aim straight for your head
so don’t push me
fill your ass up with lead
so don’t push me
i got something for your ass, keep thinking i’m pussy

[eminem]
these are my ideas
this is my sweat and tears
this is shit that i solved with my balls, my ears
this is me who’s gotta be
what you see on tv
what you hear on cd
what appears easy
man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers
in these beanies and these rags, living fantasies
fronting like it’s all fun and games
till they shoot ‘em up bang
then you see brains hang and you see we ain’t playing
ain’t saying we ain’t laying down at night and ain’t praying
i bully my way in this game, man i’m done playing
man i’m done saying that i’m done playing
i’mma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers
there’s no way i’mma back down, like a goddamn coward
i can’t, how would i look as man bowing to his knees
like the mad cow disease, let somebody lash out at me
and not lash back out at ‘em, please
oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me
not marshall, you wanna see marshall?
i’ll show you marshall, i try to show you art
put you just pick it apart, so i see i have to start
showing you fucken old farts a whole other side
i wanted to not show you, so you know you’re not dealing with
some fucken marshmellow, little soft yellow
punk pussy, who’s heart’s jello, ’cause

[50 cent]
right now i’m on the edge
so don’t push me
i aim straight for your head
so don’t push me
fill your ass up with lead
so don’t push me
i got something for your ass, keep thinking i’m pussy

right now i’m on the edge
so don’t push me
i aim straight for your head
so don’t push me
fill your ass up with lead
so don’t push me
i got something for your ass, keep thinking i’m pussy

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