versuri G-unit

katalyn · Trimis: 02/03/2007 18:51 Titlul subiectului: versuri G-unit

G-Unit Smile ,,iubesc piesa ata
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin distinct y'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're negru
God Bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour, fly-through, don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile
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,,,20 CM ,,, G-Unit ,,,

katalyn · Trimis: 02/03/2007 18:52 Titlul subiectului:

G-Unit Wanna get to know you
I wanna get to know you
I really wanna f**k you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply going to drive you , crazy

[Young Buc]

Im lovin' how you look in my eyes
Swingin' them hips when you pass
I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby
Jump on this Harley
Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
Sip some Bacardi
Then go pull up at the afterparty
I think we make a exemplar couple
But you think I'm trouble
Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin'
Your toes painted half fixed all the time
And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do
Making decisions shorty good things don't last long
Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
Before I head home
Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn
If you come outside you know it's on

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Bitches be frustrated with the baller
Wonder why I don't call her
Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spoil her
It gets annoying from time to time I gotta ignore her
In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more
She loves it when I'm in town
Hate it when I'm not around
I get her and wear down
Next door neighboors hear the sound
Pictures hittin' the ground
Just enough to hold us down
I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round
Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
I admit I fell in love with a frame
And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

(Yeah) What would f**k me up more
Watching her lick her lips
Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
I sweet talking her if she like
Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right
Look I'm legit now used to break laws
Now you can reap the benefit of world tours
Big house big Benz girl it yours
Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
You ain't go to look like a tip for me to adore you
All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
Don't Indulge in my past f**k what happened before you
Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me
Let me ride on you and you can ride on
We can do it all the night
We can have a balla night

[Chorus]

I wanna be your lawyer
I really wanna defend you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply gonna try you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I wanna get to know you, baby
I'm lost in your lovin'
I'm simply gonna try you, crazy

I wanna be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby
I wannt be your lover
I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.
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,,,20 CM ,,, G-Unit ,,,

katalyn · Trimis: 02/03/2007 18:53 Titlul subiectului:

G-Unit G-Unit
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a negru mack 10
And neva know what happend
When we come through them cowards dont want none
They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come with me but dont run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus]

We got action when you don't
Show are places when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]

Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
G-U-NIT
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mih@ela · Trimis: 12/03/2007 22:07 Titlul subiectului:

g-unit-g'd up

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Im amzing,im crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up",its
tha things tha i dun seen and the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold i stay
"G'd Up",Im a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when im
hanigin' out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes

[50 Cent]

Cocaine,heroin,extacy,marijuana,im new on that greyhound fuckin wit NY to Carolina,paper
chase different name,same face dont catch a case,my road dogs on parole his baby gurls 4 years
old,we play tha block pistol cop,u could shoot or get shot kill u for ur crack spot take
everything your ass got,semi-automatics spary,bust back up on tha way,niggaz talkin in tha
hood we'll handle his another day,in November u make my shit,u should b dead, if u can catch a
Christmas,ill send u a gift,niggaz will come and leave yo ass twisted,them hollowtips shells
burn baby burn,see niggaz get merked up,N babies born make tha world turn,i seen it all crispy
clear so i keep my pistol near,hearts never full of fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin
around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my time kid

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

lil nigga I dun paid ya way,yall should thank e'm,but if u think otherwise bring ya boy over
here so i could spank e'm,ill put a end to your career bitch (bitch),before u speak on 50,buy
fourty in a spare clip,these niggaz gettin gassed up gettin to used to rap like i wont give
them more blood clots than supercat,niggaz will snatch ya im like a bat catcher ill give em
signs and they'll post up match ya,round here niggaz die off hydro and even when it aint tha
4th of July it sound like pyro,u smart enuff to creep n lay ur dumb brains down the pound will
spin u down like tha young James Brown (yeah) i know im hot but hey (hey) im icy to rocks will
hit u from a block away like a beat from Dr.Dre we takin' over this year case tha soldiers is
here everyone knows its a scare (yeah)!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
my popa never bothered to show me what it was to be a man he just pop another bottle n smoke
up a half a gram,i would hop in my Impala and ride all throught tha night that gave my homeboy
light so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue,i still got
tha heart to go bust me ahead or 2 (fo sho)no other soulution u think we hollerin n hooptin'
until u wake up n u gotta here about these shootings,i take a bullet from mah vooz n put tha
clip in my pocket before i take another bullet im gonna pull it and pop it (bllaaatt)and if
its beef my nigga then let your guns do tha talkin' the graveyard has got plenty room for a
coffin (haha)they say we responsible for boostin tha crime rate they say we tha reason these
young niggaz is buying weight but im gonna keep this glock on my waist till my dyin'days its
"Nuttin But A G Thang" G-Unït And Dr.Dre

[Chorus]
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mih@ela · Trimis: 12/03/2007 22:08 Titlul subiectului:

g-unit-groupi luv

50 Cent]

Yeah, G-Unit, Haha.

I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I done fucked before
I've been around the world
I've met all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour (Uh huh)
(Getting paper things change) I'm rich bitch
(You done heard of my name) 50 Cent bitch
(I'm a P.I.M.P.) I'm a pimp bitch
(You done heard of me) Cause I'm the shit
???? At first they didn't want they want me
See a nigga gettin' paid they want push 'n pull me
You see these ho's chasin' a nigga
I have them in the hotel chasin'' a nigga
50 like a lolipop lick me baby
Then lick Dr. Dre and Shady
Oh!

[Chorus]

Groupie love,
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
Gimme gimme gimme that groupie love
When you see me in V.I.P.
When ho's around me
Man they give me that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Come gimmie gimmie gimmie that groupie love
Tonight you wanna f**k wit me
It's alright wit me
Come on and give me that groupie love.

[Tony Yayo]

Sometimes I rhyme slow sometimes I rhyme quick
Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick
Listen young and old these ho's is loose
Wintertime the staircase summertimes the roof
Give me eight days in the eighth homie I'm straight
Have a church girl on the bus moving weight
I got birds backstage thats serious eye candy
I've got birds in the hood so I'm into birds with bambi
My writing methods got me more ho's than Tyson Meth
The icy necklace on the tour butt ass naked
When I say jump bitch say how high
And flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone
I got the info on pretty chrome
Fuckin' ho's off fiddy's phone
My name more weight you barley known
You on that R Kelly shit your bitch is barley grown
(Yeah!)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G G-UNIT!

[Lloyd Banks]

Shorty ain't feeling me
Shorty must like girls (like girls)
Cause I'm all the man in your world
Bitch I can make you famous
You don't know what your missing
I can change your mind if you listen
If the bitch don't like me the bitch must not like men
I say what I want because I can
If I didn't I'd be a liar
Remind me I'm on fire
Come ride with a rider
I travel so you might catch the king with a singer
But touching my door bell is the only way I put a ring on your finger
Give me a car rolling two cups and I'm in bedroom
Fucking up your seats like the Coo Clucks Clan
I shook hands with my fans to f**k em'
And I'm always tryin' to duck em'
So I can climb into somethin'
My name is B-A-N-K-S dollar sign bitch
I'm a bentley to make that switch
Come and give me that.

[Chorus]

Groupie love, I love that shit
Hoooooooooooooo
Groupies come and groupies go
And they always at a show
So I always grab me the tightest one
And proceed to the slraight to the mall
She so much tighter that she's here with me
That she feel's she should pay a fee
I did not disagree so she dropped down to her knees
Groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupie love, yeah.
Uh huh, groupïe love, yeah.
_________________
LIVE YOUR DREAM AND DREAM YOUR LIFE!
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mih@ela · Trimis: 12/03/2007 22:09 Titlul subiectului:

g-unit-i smell pussy

Son you smell that? What's that?
I smell pussy. Is that you Irv?
I smell pussy. Is that you Ja?
I smell pussy. Is that you Black?
I smell pussy. Is that you Tah?
Y'all niggas is pussy
I'm ballin' now nigga now watch me (watch me)
Ain't nothin' you can do to stop me (stop Me)
You niggas get so emotional (emotional)
You remind me of my bitch.
It's not in my nature to make a commitment so let me breathe,
But she doesn't understand catch attitudes when I leave her (leave her)
Like being on probation makin' it harder for me to except her
as my own she tries to tie up my phone and (phone and)
I'm not at home she's thinkin' that I'm not alone probably out tryin'
to bone anything in the street
I let her know she can leave I ain't tryin to tie her up but see
it's hard to f**k with somebody after she touches me mami
I'm not your regular nigga I know the game (I know the game)
But I don't play by the rules I'm focusin' on my moves that way I'll never lose
See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's
Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed
I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams (nah)
I can't say I love you I dont know what that means
I'ma pïmp.
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mih@ela · Trimis: 12/03/2007 22:10 Titlul subiectului:

g-unit-i'm so hood

[50 Cent]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone Toddy gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back down
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' ??? now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Erica the jump shop but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

[50 Cent]

Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me
I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me
Stevey a pump fucker with Shanqua get mean quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
Till G put that gunïn down that ??

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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mih@ela · Trimis: 12/03/2007 22:11 Titlul subiectului:

Artist: G-Unit
Album: Beg for Mercy
Song: Lay You Down

[Intro: 50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
AHHHH!

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some mo'herfucking khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin to lose
Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin I don't know what you been thinkin
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was paying my dues
They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin
Well tell them niggas to get poppin & stop frontin
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre-pounds
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG BUCK but I look like a old mayn
Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane
See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a f**k who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers
f**k Y'ALL NIGGAS

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart (we number one, number one, number one)
Man we own that slot, we won't stop

[Hook: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN
Don't know what you been thinkin, don't know what you been drinkin
But you get outta line boy, I'll lay your ass DOWN

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin wit a soldier
I'm sellin tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin
So we can spread your feet, and have you on your boulevard C-Walkin
The birds keep hawkin, why?
Cuz I'm burnin every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print in your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that Javey wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Chrïstmas
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mih@ela · Trimis: 12/03/2007 22:12 Titlul subiectului:

g-unit-poppin them thangs

[Hook X2]
[50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs

[50 Cent]
After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out.
I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout
Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks
You see back in the hood it's cuz I see they fake
I preach a sermon about the paper like I'm cut flow a dollar
I'll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar
I'm confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya.
Missy's freaky and Brandy's shy, uh
Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up.
I'm on now, god damn it I done came up.
Now you could find me with the finest hoes.
Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes.
I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man
If I ain't gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man
Get outta line and I'm lightin' your ass up.
Semi-automatic spray, I'll tighten your ass up (What)

[Hooks X2]

[Lloyd Banks]
Slow down little nigga
Don't exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don't need no weed
I've been in LA for a year now
So I don't see no seeds
After I'm done you clappin' the crew
Hell yeah, I f**k fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I'ma have the Jew to makin' my rims spin
My crew run wild at the Jamaica's at Kingston
Nothin' but bling bling in ya face boy
That's why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra
She had my balls head first just like a soccer star
You can only stand next to the man if you proper
Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor
Been out and I'm buzzin' niggas just slept on me
So I'm out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins

[Young Buc]
Read the paper, look at the news
We one the front page
Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage
The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin'
So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button
G-Unit getting' money
I know some artists is starvin'
But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny
I know you see me comin'
Cuz on the front of the Maybach
It say payback for those who hated on me
I hate when niggas claim they bangin' a gang
You ain't no crip like snoop
You ain't no blood like gang
See I've been having beef
I have my own bullet proof vest
Most of my enemies dead I got about two left
Until my last breath I'm sendin' niggas bullet holes
Innocent bystanders get hit tryin' to be heroes
You know how we roll
Every where that we go
It's fo' fos', calïcos, and desert eagles (yeah)

[Hook X2]
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mih@ela · Trimis: 12/03/2007 22:13 Titlul subiectului:

g-unit-salut u

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time, for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing Fifty, 'cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the general, without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men
You continue troops and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what!

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I'm gon' f**k her
Don't tryta pick up for them lames around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach 'em
There's a very fine line between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where they make head bounce
And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so
Get on your vest, 'cause all you gotta do is say that

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kïll you
_________________
LIVE YOUR DREAM AND DREAM YOUR LIFE!
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mih@ela · Trimis: 12/03/2007 22:14 Titlul subiectului:

Artist: G-Unit
Album: Beg for Mercy
Song: Gangsta Shit

[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

[50 Cent]
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one wïth a glock
f**k around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

[Chorus]
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LIVE YOUR DREAM AND DREAM YOUR LIFE!
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dark angel · Trimis: 15/03/2007 23:13 Titlul subiectului:

G Unit - My Buddy

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy, my buddy

Wherever I go, he go

My buddy, my buddy

You can run for your life when I stick him out
the window

My buddy, my buddy

I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple

Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my
litte friend

[Lloyd Banks]

Everywhere I go I got a tag along

Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on

They ride with me when I'm past the mall

He wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a
game of basketball

One sqeeze will make a bastard fall

Gasp and crall

You need a bulletproof vest mask and all

Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)

Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home

My hand bling full of platinum the shine is
chrome

He even got closet space inside of my home

He ain't never been broke he glitchless

So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for
Christmas

Infared beam in the scope for distance

The best company when approachin' business

He gon' ride with me to the end

We all gotta friend

And mine is a G-U-N.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off

Last time he did the cops had the block all
locked off

Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the
trash can

My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams

If you meet him his destination hell or heaven

Cause I only bring em out for that 187

He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him
shells

He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring
bell

Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the
cops on me

They came I ran I had to toss my other little
homie

Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in
there place kid

I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base
heads

These niggaz ain't thorough just like they
pretend

Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my
little friend.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Young Buc]

We been through it all yet we both still livin'

We been in a box but we both still spittin'

And when there was beef you even played your
position

Got under the seat until we spotted our victim

At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you
go off

Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of
New York

And little did they know we was ready for war

Bet that nigga wished he'd never stuck his head
out the door

See whenever you come out something happen on the
block

You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like
Pac

People see you ain't run and you even say shit

They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit

Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole

When the first one get out the next one go

To know where your headed you gotta know where
you been

The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

dark angel · Trimis: 17/03/2007 10:08 Titlul subiectului:

Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

[Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "slow down baby"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl
You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go and put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell em you my boo, and show em your tattoo, ooohh
Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya (ahhh!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the ok
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance, yeah, just like that
It's late, I have to score, "This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies wit her
So bring em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

dark angel · Trimis: 17/03/2007 10:09 Titlul subiectului:

G-UNIT - I'm So Hood [50 Cent]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back down
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' crack now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Eric had a jump shot but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his fucking gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

[50 Cent]

Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts
They say they love me because I rap now but they don't like me
I've been locked up 3 times and they ain't write me
Stevey a punk but fucker said he could get em in quick
Pop shots at you he sure must suck a mean dick
The blocks hot D's jump out on us almost all the time
They watch us from the building but niggaz still be on the grime
Wade used to call the cops and tell them G had a nine
And G put that gun down the seat and said "it wasn't mine"

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

dulce_rulzz_15 · Trimis: 18/03/2007 12:27 Titlul subiectului:

50 Cent feat G-unit - Baby if you get on your knees

50 cent)
haha
yo whoo kid man
drop this shit man
hurry up man I gotta go
aah yeah
50 cent- g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g g-unit haha

(adlibs)

(Chorus)
baby if you get on your knees,
put me in your mouth and suck me off
you know I got you
(X3)

(come on baby, just kiss it for me)
(just put it in your mouth)
(gunshot)
(50 cent)

she was hesitant at first
said she never did it before
as soon as I got it going
she was going like a pro
she went up and down
like a merry go round
and.. Round and round
and SPLASH
she was freaky freaky
when you get her in the bed
you need.. G's like me to get her to give you head
my con-ver-sation is stim-u-lating
she in room 10-19 in the Hilt' and waiting
she got a thing for ballas
I mean a thing for balls
and I had turned her ass out
so im the one she calls
on the cheek she kiss me and she tell me she miss me
bein' 'round me got her used to drinkin don and cristy
i'ma rarisim nigga
look I’m used to blindin'
keep that benz so clean and those three wheels shinin

(Chorus X3)

(can't be serious 4 in da mornin)
(Lloyd Banks)
right in da mornin I rolled over
guess who was over my shoulder
a pretty round, round (round)
who just got finished goin downtown
but at night wit no lights
I have you wonderin
if its a lightin bolt in your mouf
or a glow-in-da-dark tongue ring
banks needa ghetto chick
set a nigga up wit ass
sneak around till he fall asleep
diggin in his stash
leave wit everythin
rob a benz, stacks and da grass
ass so fat, she get handclaps when she pass
I ain't never had a girl but you can be my bottom bitch
i’d been around da world
we don't hit no kinda chicks
range rover, neva sober, hennessey, vanilla soda
B-A-N-K dolla' sign bitch
I ain't here hopin that your baby daddy ova da shoulder
Banks don't associate wit no TRICKS
i'ma make it a G-Unit party
from the hotel lobby
and if you ain't tryin to freak off
then go home BITCH

(CHORUS) (X3)

(Young Buck)
you know what I came to do
let you put your lips on my dick
but don't tell nobody
you my mistress bitch
all your friends keep tellin you what to do
when you get me
got to eat the nuts first
like a hershey kisses
bitch show me you miss me
like I’m Pac or Biggie
she can be small as Eve
or even big as Missy
I like it when them dikes
endorage you ROUTE 6
suck off thanks to 50 & B-Light, UNIT
Get your ass SUPLEXED
tellin me to go down
I’m a P-I-M-P bitch
I bet you know now
baby girl slow down
you make a nigga cum quick
when you closed your eyes
and make your tongue
do a twist
you my 3 o'clock, lolipop
kiss the last drop bitch
walk around naked hoe
I met your ass topless
she finally found out
what young buck is 'bout
so give a nigga from the south
some of that mouth

(CHORUS X3)

(come on girl, you know I got you)
alright then you playas
that down on the dial right now
we gone to give ya
some real good game dog
official dog, magic wand & whoo kid
we gon to do something ya know we gonna to do
we gon' to soda-pop
ya know wat I’m talkin bout if ya in tha game
so get ya soda poppïn ready
cuz we gon' soda-pop round here
CHUUUUCH
_________________
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dark angel · Trimis: 18/03/2007 12:35 Titlul subiectului:

[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a negru mack 10
And neva know what happend
When we come through them cowards dont want none
They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come with me but dont run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus]

We got action when you don't
Show are places when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]

Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
G-U-NIT

[Chorus]