Piggy Bank ( 50cent )

Piggy Bank ( 50cent )
Piggy Bank

C
lickity clank, clickity clank
t
he money goes into my piggy bank
Clic
kity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank

I'
ll get at you
my
knife cut ya skin
I'll get at you
bl
ow shots at ya man
I'l
l get at you
2pac dont pretend
I'll get at you
I'
ll put that to an end

That
shit is old, dont be screamin Get At me Dog,
Have you runnin for ya life when i match ya boy,
I
get to wavin that semi like its legal,
a
lil nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle,
you
know me, black on black bentley, big ol black 9
ill
clap yo monkey ass,yea black on black crime.
Big
ol' chrome rims gleam, you know why I *Shyne*
C
'mon man, you know how I Shyne.
Im in the hood, in the drop, teflon vinyl top
got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I dont hear no shots?
th
at fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "in the club",
M
y shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud.
Jada don't fuck wit me if u wanna eat,
cause I'll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep.
Y
ea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals,
b
ut thats only in New York dog, yo ass is local.

Clickity clank, clickity clank
t
he money goes into my piggy bank
C
lickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank

yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money

Banks' shit sells, Buck's shit sells, Game shit sells,
Im rich as hell.
Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell,
he dont want it wit me, he in PC.
I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank,
for just a few pennies out my piggy bank.
Yayo, bring the condoms, im in room 203
freak bitch look like kim, before the surgery
its an emergency, on Michael Jackson, see
you'll pitch her and say she looks like me,
Kelis say her milksh
ake bring all the boys to the yard
t
hen Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm.
I
m way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz,
F
irst thing they say about u, you's a sucka for love
T
his is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots,
After ya next move, I'll give ya what I got. (YEEAH)

Cl
ickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank

y
ea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money

I
'll get at you
I puch out your grill
I'll
get at you
L
et out that blue steel
I'
ll get at you
N
igga I'am fo' real
I'
ll get at you
G
et your ass killed

YEAH YEAAA! HAHAHA, Yall niggas gotta do somethin now man
all
the shoot em up shit yall be talkin
y
ou gotta do somethin baby!
I mean, i mean cmon man..everybody's listenin
nigga, everybody listenin!
hahahaha, I know you aint gonna let 50 do you like that
i me
an, damn, rep yo hood nigga
nig
ga you hard, right?
pop
off
Ya
yo, get Mobs & them niggas on the phone tell them niggas i said to clip up,
nigg
as got a green light on these mufuckas.. hahahahaha
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 11:14

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:38

Gatman And Robbin ( 50cent )

Gatman And Robbin ( 50cent )
Gatman And Robbin

Ge
e wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded
I
'm on my way

I
got a gatman
Th
ere'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
T
his ain't Batman

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 an IV
I
'll leave no witnesses when I ride B
You fuck with me, you see
I react like an animal,and tear you apart
If the masterpiece was murder, I'd major in art
niggas knew I wasn't wrapped too tight from start
B
ut bein' a little off, land me on top of the charts (whoo)
So you take the good with the bad, I guess
L
evel three Teflon plate on my chest
H
amma cock back hollow tip in the chamber
D
anger, anger will change ya
A
nd make ya aim there and squeeze

I got a gat man
Th
ere's a problem I'ma solve it
A
nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman

M
othafucka, you retarded you touch 50
I'll leave you dearly departed
W
e're walkin' away from a beef, in which clearly you started
I
said we're walkin' away, did you hear me you Outa be thankful
That we ain't beefin' was to agree and just leave it at that
Thats when me, 50, and G-Unit hop back in that bat mobile
It
ain't gonna be no more rappin', it's gonna be rrrrllllat
Retaliation will be like that Muslim shit attack
S
ome where along the line, its like me and 50 made a pact
H
e's got my back, I got his back
It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins
Cause when we beef we pull each other in
to the bullshit like we're conjoined at the hip
Its just unavoidable some of this shit is squashable
And some shit will never boil up
A
nd some of it will just simmer at best
I
f left alone, we'll let it be so there won't be no sit downs
with Daves and Zinos, there will no peace discussions with me
Th
ere ain't gon' be no friendly debates over competency
J
ust quit fuckin' with me and I'll gladly quit fuckin' with you
Just spit ya sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through
wi
thout mentionin' me, the machine or Jimmy Iovine and Dre or 50
D
-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be or we'll be back with a

gatman
Th
ere's a problem I'ma solve it
A
nigga movin' around
With a big ass revolver and a batman
W
hat the fuck are you retarded
You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed

n
igga 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 money scheme you plot and you count me in I'm with it
Yo
u cross me and you gon' make a cemetary visit
T
hat's gangsta, you know me I told it, cuz I live it
S
hellcases drop, when that chopper chop
Wa
y up the block, get hit with copper tops
W
hen drama pop, the llama pop
An
d it won't stop, you can run, call the cops
T
his aint new, niggas know how I be on it
T
hat 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

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
What the fuck are you retarded
Y
ou touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 11:21

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:38

Candy Shop ( 50cent )

Candy Shop ( 50cent )
Candy Shop

Y
eah...
U
h huh
So seductive



I
take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
K
eep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

I'll take you to the candy shop
B
oy one taste of what I got Mec
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)


Y
ou can have it your way, how do you want it
Y
ou gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
T
emperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
D
ance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
O
n the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit
After you broke up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got Mec
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
T
he things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

G
ive it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
Y
ou ain't never heard a sound like this before
C
ause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
H
ad me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone Quand
I
touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
H
er hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
A
s Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I aint stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 11:23

Modifié le mercredi 12 juillet 2006 03:43

Outta Control ( 50cent )

Outta Control ( 50cent )
Outta Control

Yea
Sh
ady..........
A
ftermath

I
guess you didn't kno'
I'
d b back fo mo'
E
verbody's on da flo'
Goin, Goin, out of control
Set it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
Se
t it off, nigga I said set it off

S
ick wit it, walk wit it, get wit it whaaa
In da club I get it goin, goin, uhhhh
Juss move it to da music, it's on
D
a sound of 50 and D.R.E.
E
verythings calculated in time precise
an
otha move, anotha mill, let's get rite aiight
Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life
I'm feelin lucky enuff to bet it all on a dice
S
horty do wachu wanna do, hit da dance floor
M
ove how you wanna move, later on, we can cruise
if you wanna cruise, it's whateva you want
T
he fact is I got more than I flaunt.

I do my thang in da club
Ev
ery chance I get I tear it up
Da
nce floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Se
t it off on yo left dawg
Se
t it off on yo right dawg
S
et it off, nigga I said set it off

System thumpin, dance floor jumpin
We 30 deep in this bitch, we stuntin
D
at's wachu get, you in my hood
I
thought you understood
Y
ou know me, V.I.P. no I.D.
Bottles of D.P., I do it real B.I.G.
Bitches break their neck to be where I be
Take em to extacy without extacy
I
'mma cheff, you need a hit, I got the recipe
D
oc got the antidote, it in the drums and the notes
Can you feel it, Em said fo me to make you feel it
R
emind you dat you rockin wit the realest

I do my thang in da club
Every chance I get I tear it up
Da
nce floor jam packed, look
I got em, goin, goin, out of control
Se
t it off on yo left dawg
Set it off on yo right dawg
S
et it off, nigga I said set it off

I
'm hot boy, I'm burnin up
I do muh thang in da club wit da burna tucked
T
ill da speakers all blown, we gon turn it up
And do dat damn thang, yeah do that man
Shorty hit me high, then hit me low
G
et da poppin n shakin dat thang on da flo'
A lil dose of it, now I want sum mo'
Nobody threw that thang on me like dat befo'
I
'll be a fiend fo it, it's da way you move
But I ain't payin fo it, cuz I ain't no fool
I
f you okay wit it, tonight I stay wit it
H
it da club, play wit it, in a major did it

I
do my thang in da club
E
very chance I get I tear it up
D
ance floor jam packed, look
I
got em, goin, goin, out of control
S
et it off on yo left dawg
S
et it off on yo right dawg
Set it off, nigga I said set it off
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 11:23

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:38

Get In My Car ( 50cent )

 Get In My Car ( 50cent )
Get In My Car

I
'mma strate gorilla wit itcold hearted killa wit it
Any
nigga gettin outta line can get it
I m
ake it hot, motha fuckaz freeze up when I come thru
Mac. 10, 32 shot - clip in my snuckle
I
might smile n say wassup but I don't fuck witchu niggaz
My ra
p money slow up, I run up on you niggaz
I'm o
n da edge, I'm juss waitin on a nigga to push me
P
ut my hand on my strap, " wachu lookin at pussy "
W
e ain't buddies, we ain't partners, n we damn sho ain't friends
So m
uch chrome on my benz you see yo face in my rims
I
f yo bitch wanna roll, I'mma let her get in
I
don't play, but I'mma play her till da motha fuckin end

I go
t no pick up lines
I s
tay on the grind
I tel
l hoes all da time
Bit
ch get in my Car
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton Spokes
When I open da do'
Bit
ch get in my Car

I g
ot no pick up lines
I
stay on the grind
I te
ll hoes all da time
Bi
tch get in my Car
Got
my 64, ridin on Dayton Spokes
When
I open da do'
B
itch get in my Car

Don't tell me you don't know dat
Ah I'm da Shit
Man
you betta watch yo girl man
Ah I
leave witch yo Bitch
I
ain't sweatin these hoes
M
an I'm bout my paper
I
f yo bitch really bout it nigga
I'
m gon' take her
Back seat of my Jeep
F
uck till I fuck up her make-up
Ta
ke het to da diamond district
Intr
oduce her to Jacob
Te
ll her if she like me
She should keep me icy
My game fuck witta bitch brain
Ti
ll she think she Wifey
Spen
d a life savings in a day
Cu
z she likes me
Co
mmitment from me, ah Nahh not likely
Wh
en I was wit Vivika
I
thought I was on to somethin
But
then da next week, nahh man it was nothin

I
got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I
tell hos all da time
B
itch get in my Car
Go
t my 64, ridin on Dayton Spokes
W
hen I open da do'
B
itch get in my Car

I
got no pick up lines
I stay on the grind
I
tell hoes all da time
Bitch get in my Car
G
ot my 64, ridin on Dayton Spokes
W
hen I open da do'
Bitc
h get in my Car

Look
into the windows of my soul
The e
yes neva lie, they blood shut red
It's ganja in my system I'm high
First it's pain when you lust for my love
The
n it's movin calm, feel da rush
L
ike the needlez in yo arm
It
's a cold world baby girl, lovin me is not enough
F
ind out when you fuckin broke
Lov
e wont get you on the bus
Ma
n you should see the pretty bitches dat be sexin' me
They
suck cock, to make em hot, I just let em stand next to me
1
00 % Thug, freak too, I taste yo love, 69's the postion
Yo mouths full baby, huh?
My c
onversations so deep, I get in yo head
Next thing you know you yawnin', turnin ova
N
I'm in yo Bed

I got no pick up lines
I
stay on the grind
I
tell hos all da time
Bitch get in my Car
Go
t my 64, ridin on Dayton Spokes
W
hen I open da do'
Bitc
h get in my Car

I got
no pick up lines
I st
ay on the grind
I tell hoes all da time
Bitc
h get in my Car
Got my 64, ridin on Dayton Spokes
When
I open da do'
Bi
tch get in my Car
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 11:27

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:39