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Monday, February 21, 2011

50 Cent - When I Come Back Lyrics

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50 Cent - When I Come Back

i’m back on this shit again
this time it’s gon take a whole swat team to bring me in
i’m back on this shit again
i’m back on this shit again

i had the same vision cat had in ’89
so all the work in southside gon be mine
i got project protection, thats 10 grand a building
some n-ggas say thats there spot we gon kill ‘em
it’s all simple math, now add it to automatic
it’s filled to the tip of the clip i let it rip
now run, cover your mother it’s on cocksucker
f-ck around, have a peice of your brain blown
hop up on that long tre pound, flame throwin’
now is’nt this a beautiful day, look up
it’s angel skies in pelican bay
surprise n-gga we all dying,
it’s quiet after n-ggas get blast on

n-ggas get shooting at me, i’mma come back
i aint let sh-t die down, i’ma come back
i don’t give a f-ck who outside when i comeback
n-gga don’t go f-cking with me if you don’t want that

n-ggas get shooting at me, i’mma come back
i aint let sh-t die down, i’ma come back
i don’t give a f-ck who outside when i comeback
n-gga don’t go f-cking with me if you don’t want that

i got a bad dominican bitch, built like buffy the body
got a new coke connect, my mexican little mommy
got a plan for the cops in the raincoat
automatic shotgun banging i spray some
look, i got an nba b-tch, see me ballin’
she pull up in that bentley only 4 in the morning
i f-ck like it’s my last peice of p-ssy i’m on it
bitch like jiffy with the lube she want it
suck the lights out me, i mean the life out me
i like the way she through it, like aint nothing too it
now n-gga don’t you dare trip over no bitch
after money, thats the number one reason to get hit
f-ck around

Sunday, February 6, 2011

50 Cent - When It All Goes Down Freestyle Lyrics

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50 Cent - When It All Goes Down Freestyle

it go down, it go down, it go down
it go down, it go down
it go down, it go down, it go down
it go down, it go down

when it all goes down, and the clips run out
i bet i make history
i bet i make history

when it all goes down, and the cops come round
that murder’s a mystery
that murder’s a mystery

it’s that gangsta shit, it sound stupid don’t it
feel like fifty, flocka and gucci on it
move grams of this, move o’s of that
move the muthaf-cking bricks, where the money at
bitches scared huh, p-ssy, hold ya strength
when the beat pop off no controlling that
you wan’ call the cops
run call the cops
look n-gga we don’t care if they comin’ or not
got the pump in the trunk, n-gga biting a lot
one buck shot clear the whole block
had this bitch taped off make it so hot
n-gga with a 12 gauge i’m a sure shot
call it shell shock when ya ass drop
get it shakin’ like a muthaf-ckin’ rattle n-gga
go ‘head f-ckin’ with me and be a casualty
you think a n-gga bullshittin, then come and see

when it all goes down, and the clips run out
i bet i make history
i bet i make history

when it all goes down, and the cops come round
that murder’s a mystery
that murder’s a mystery

now while you waitin’, all debatin’
shouldn’t you n-ggas be retaliatin’
we laughin bout it, you cryin damn
hit ya muthaf-ckin’ homie when his gun jam
his chest red, his back red
man, that n-gga there damn near dead
he coughin’, he weezin’
man that n-gga finna stop breathin’
his momma there, his daddy there
hit him by the escalade, get a caddy there
his shines on him, his dimes on him
had hoes all in the club grindin’ on him
n-ggas talkin’ bout it, keep talkin’ bout it
cause they know n-gga don’t give a f-ck
quit talkin’ bout it, for you talkin’ bout it
when the muthaf-ckin pigs show up

when it all goes down, and the clips run out
i bet i make history
i bet i make history

when it all goes down, and the cops come round
that murder’s a mystery
that murder’s a mystery

Thursday, February 3, 2011

50 Cent - Old 2003 Ferrari Lyrics

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50 Cent - Old 2003 Ferrari

[Chorus]
N-ggas say they like my old shit
So I give them some old shit
What the f-ck do I care, its old
Shit I’ll give them some old shit
No, I’ll give them some new shit
I’ll just use my old flow

Looky here muthaf-cker I’m not playing
Look, look
Looky here muthaf-cker I’m not playing
Look, look

[Verse 1]
Wassup,
It’s ‘O11 why that Maybach an ’06
This n-gga boo booed up with my old bitch
I put paper before hoes, thats why I’m so rich
I paved the way, long dick, now we all fit
Doc check my temperature, why I’m so cold?
The hood left the left side of my chest froze
I’m more about pimpin’ gettin’ bank rolls
Sitting watch em trickin’ on them stank hoes
We can share love like Kanye and Khalifa
From runways in Milan to big bags of reefer
She alright for a night but don’t keep her
Ask Nas, Kelis was the illest Ether

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
My belt buckle YSL, my denim vintage
My AP all iced out, my shit authentic
My bread come in by the boat load, thats how I get it
The cops come, say I aint do what you know I did it
I aint trippin’, na-na-na-na I aint trippin’
I am just putting the clip in
I aint at the window looking bitch
I am legend, I am lethal with the weapon
I am 50, I’m putting an end to n-ggas f-cking with me
Yeah, I am back, I am ruler with a iron fist
I am strapped, what y’all n-ggas gon do with this
Wordplay all day, they say I got a gift
One shot from the fifth, niggas career shift

[Chorus]

Thursday, December 30, 2010

50 Cent - Sunday Morning Lyrics

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50 Cent - Sunday Morning

Is what I’m feeling right now, I mean I’m blessed
Me I ain’t got… around… doctor required
But nigger I’m cleaner than your motherf-cking preacher on Sunday morning
You over the streets so weak cause the word… to get by
But better be the cleanse motherf-cker in the surfs on Sunday morning

I made so many mistakes, so many progressions, I… perfect, so many imperfections
But I’m a go get out and after go get it, so if you’re getting prosperity I wanna hate it
I make the odd look good turn base into base line
Punch line, wait line,.. for one time
My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes man you seen it don’t feel…
And you seen… puff glow, like there’s no tomorrow
Hit that pass, that death tomorrow, you know bills like they releasing from my friends
They gonna wake up tomorrow with the same shit again
You think I’m bad man they don’t give a f-ck
They’re trying to do what they gotta do to get it from

Me I ain’t got… around… doctor required
But nigger I’m cleaner than your motherf-cking preacher on Sunday morning
You over the streets so weak cause the word… to get by
But better be the cleanse motherf-cker in the surfs on Sunday morning

I take a line out the door,.. shoot me I shoot back I don’t care if you die
First the sun comes down then the sun goes up
And the hope raises too when… make a bus
It’s freeze nigger, get the f-ck on the wall
Anything you work for they come and take it all
Man it’s like they don’t know what they’re taking
Hit you with the tazer, then you siting like a victim
When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigger could use it
Before we pop up on that ass with toasters
Lord forgive me I’m the rest of the game
Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins

Me I ain’t got… around… doctor required
But nigger I’m cleaner than your motherf-cking preacher on Sunday morning
You over the streets so weak cause the word… to get by
But better be the cleanse motherf-cker in the surfs on Sunday morning.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

P. Diddy Ft. Nicole Scherzinger, Bow Wow & 50 Cent - Come To Me (Remix) Lyrics

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P. Diddy Ft. Nicole Scherzinger, Bow Wow & 50 Cent - Come To Me (Remix)

[Nicole (Diddy)]
It's Bad Boy bitch
Do it do it do it do it
Do it do it do it do it
(It feels good to be back, I missed ya)
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
And I roll with the sounds of BBE
Do it do it do it do it
Do it do it do it do it
(You know what time it is)
(Report to the dance floor)
It's bad boy bitch
(Talk to 'em)

[Nicole]
See you out the corner of my eye
Leaning on the wall, looking fly
I want you to come be with me
You're the only one I wanna talk to
But I don't wanna rush

[Chorus - Nicole:]
I'm here when will you make your move?
I see you, eyeing me, I want you, why don't you?
Come to me, I can be, what you need, uh baby
I'm standing, been waiting, I'm yearning, I'm burning
Get to know me, come and get to know me
Come to show me, that you wanna know me

[Diddy]
You know who it is, I'm back in the building
Security strapped, still stacking a million
It's doubt with the stallion, somethin' Italian
Or maybe Puerto Rican, you can catch me in Paris
I'm in it to win it but willing to carry
The game, if you think I'm not look at the carats
I buck clean about in a Phantom
The people go screaming like an opera anthem
I did it before, do it again
I got to blow, gotta to spin
Lies before, cool as the wind
Got hits go back like juice and gin
Shine the best and diamond necklace
My extravagant taste, the style perplexes
They know I'm the ish, they wanna get next
That's why she had to fit cause she wanted to get next

[Chorus]
I'm here when will you make your move?
I see you, eyeing me, I want you, why don't you?
Come to me, I can be, what you need, uh baby
I'm standing, been waiting, I'm yearning, I'm burning
Get to know me, come and get to know me
Come to show me, that you wanna know me

[Diddy (Nicole)]
Anywhere I appear, they all stop and stare
Admire your body language speaking loud and clear like
(I want you to come be with me)
She be waiting anticipating for oh so long
Fantasising wild thoughts of me coming on like
(I'm here when will you make your move)
She digging my style, my swag, my suede, my swerve
My way with words, the Boys absurd for sure
You can't fall 'til my aura called
I make miracles like I walk on water
What you want mama order, it's on my tab
I'm so bad with the cash, I dropped the whole bag
Where you at girl?

[Chorus]
I'm here when will you make your move?
I see you, eyeing me, I want you, why don't you?
Come to me, I can be, what you need, uh baby
I'm standing, been waiting, I'm yearning, I'm burning
Get to know me, come and get to know me
Come to show me, that you wanna know me

[Nicole]
I'm here right now, can't wait no more no
You were the one who stole my heart
Can't you see the wait is over
I need you to come closer
Please believe is getting stormy
You really got me hot

[Chorus]
I'm here when will you make your move?
I see you, eyeing me, I want you, why don't you?
Come to me, I can be, what you need, uh baby
I'm standing, been waiting, I'm yearning, I'm burning
Get to know me, come and get to know me
Come to show me, that you wanna know me

[Diddy and Nicole]
Do it do it do it do it
Do it do it do it do it
Why don't you come to me
I can be, what you need uh baby
I'm here, you're here, let's make it happen
Do it do it do it do it
Do it do it do it do it
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
And I roll with the sounds of BBE (Bad Boy Entertainment)
Do it, do it
You know what this is
It's Bad Boy bitch
Press Play!