50 Cent lyrics

50 Cent lyrics

"Tony Yayo Explosion lyrics"

Der Letzte Tag lyrics
Mehr als zehn Jahre warte ich schon auf die Erl?sung, auf meinen Tod ihr m?get sagen, das kommt davon, drum werde ich auch nicht verschont. Unendlich grausam waren meine Taten, daf?r l??t man mich nun lange warten, den todbringenden Stuhl habe ich gesehen, macht das die Taten denn ungeschehen ? Ein jeder Morgen kann mein letzter sein, doch mehrmals war es nur zum Schein der letzte
(feat. Tony Yayo)

[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (yeah)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 1 - Tony Yayo]
740 I, with the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my lawyers plea bargainin' (woo)
Tryin' to turn a 3 to 6, to a 2 to 4 (uh huh)
Or
Gods Or Dogs lyrics
Mmmm Mmmm Hey, Sofie, take your feet of the table Hey, mmm Taking tea with the Kings today Charlie slept outside my door We?re the rotten hellraise slang gang We?re coming round for more The sold out white slate faced geordies Climbing the walls of their dreams While others furnish nightmares With demons and unspeakable things Tonight you sit up with the dogs Surrounded by their tr
1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big chrome
9 L's will hit ya passenger, hit ya driver
G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver
(You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver)

[Chorus]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die (yeah)
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high (uh huh)
But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye (eye)

As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high
But my knife, I'll
A Small Victory lyrics
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (p) Faith No More ( Angel Dust [Slash Records, 1992] ) -------------------------------------------------------------------
have yo ass seein' out one eye

[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
These chips, make relationships come to an end (what)
I pull the graveyard shift, gettin' money non-stop (uh huh)
And been on the block, ever since bunny tops (c'mon)
250 grizzies, scrape the plate (scrape that plate)
Got me on 750's straight from the plate (straight from the plate)
You can call on your soldiers, call your recruits (uh huh)
I do you dirty like Raheem did Dirty is "Juice" (Juice)
Allow myself, to introduce myself
This is Tony, the talk of New York, I'm holdin' the belt
I got thug in my blood (blood), game like a pimp (pimp)
And wrote my first verse, takin' baths in the sink (yeah)
And yo I fear no man son, I never heard of a fair one
Alongside The Road lyrics
(Mike Muggy) Been standin' alongside the road for hours seem like days the rain it's coming down down upon my face I said hand to mouth they way I live my life lost without a care I'm out on my own ain't got nobody home my home is everywhere You say you want it Man I haven't got it If I had it I'd give it away 'Cause all I want Is to sleep...a warm bed Somewhere to pass the night a
br> Never gotta borrow a handgun
Niggas on the street, gettin' smoked like bran son
So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips (woo)
Cause they seen the Gucci seats in the 6 (uh huh)
And seen the Fendi grips on the four fifth (what)
Shit, I sell bricks, shit, I sell shit on a stick (stick)
Enough of the talkin', let's take it to the valance (uh huh)
The New York streets, will leave you physically challenged (challenged)
Don't be surprised, If I spit at you
Then come to your wake, and serve fiends at your funeral
Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!

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