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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Money make the world go ?round
Money make the world go ?round Money make the world go ?round New York, money make the world go ?round L.A., money make the world go ?round Midwest, money make the world go ?round Down South, money make the world go ?round Southside, money make the world go ?round Some people want nothin? out of life And some people want it all Some people ain't livin? life right But fast money make God call I'm prayin? to the angels but worship the devils Yeah, a nigga rich but I'm livin? like a rebel Ridin? with my strap on, foot on the pedal Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside Stayin? alive was no jive Standin? on the strip you get stuck like Velcro Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows Run, nigga, run, nigga, here they come, nigga Throw that pack nigga, toss that trigger Kid, I'm still in the P's, girl, I love the Audi If yo' ass pregnant, girl, leave the party My stashbox so big, it could move the shotty God, it ain't my fault if I shoot somebody I ain't in it to lose, I'm in it to win Sex, money, murder, take the safety off my sins, yeah Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Yeah, money make the world go ?round and I got her Buckle down, do anything for the dollar Enough bills'll make your blood spill Kill for bread, anyone will from Queens to Gun Hill I'm one man but I own more than one steel Shiny trey-pound, black 9-mil Magucci leather got me shoe crazy Quarter mil' vehicle and I'm a oops, baby And if I'm wearin? my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga, you crazy? Man, fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess Police stompin? niggaz by the twenty And shootin? by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny Matter fact, man, I'ma do anything for the dough N.Y.'s finest with llamas and mo' Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours ATL, money make the world go ?round Ca$hville, money make the world go ?round N.C., money make the world go ?round Bad News, money make the world go ?round I love that money, I need that money It gives me shelter, it's there when I'm hungry It feeds my kids, it fills my fridge It pays my bills and the mortgage on the crib It keeps me icy, it make hoes like me It gives me seats at the Garden next to Spike Lee It made me rich, it made me change I seen a lot of places and bought a lot of things You got me haters, you got me drama You paid for the lawyers, you paid for the llamas You make niggaz goners, you rule all the corners When somebody dies, you gotta pay the mourners, mourners Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Money make the world go ?round, you better get it Money cause hatred as soon as you get it Money make whores, money cause wars Money make the world go ?round so get yours Chi-Town, money make the world go ?round Oakland, money make the world go ?round Texas, money make the world go ?round Detroit, money make the world go ?round Bed-Stuy, money make the world go ?round Southside, money make the world go ?round Harlem, money make the world go ?round B-X, money make the world go ?round Staten Island, money make the world go ?round Long Island, money make the world go ?round Rhode Island, money make the world go ?round Maryland, money make the world go ?round D.C., money make the world go ?round Baltimore, money make the world go ?round Little Rock, money make the world go ?round Minnesota, money make the world go ?round Arizona, money make the world go ?round |
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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
Straight outta Sideside
Crazy muthafucka named Bank-o Crack rap, million dolla bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangsta But really ain't tho I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier No vaseline in the M-16 I'm ridin dirty but the Bent pimp clean And gotta body like I feed it creatine My birth stone in diamond, my favorite color's green I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII My name is Yayo A crazy nigga he don't play tho I hitcha planters peanut with the .80 Al Qaeda expert merkin When all my niggas die They gon have 80 virgins I'm the 'Burb swervin Cause I'm drunk and I'm high With that glock and pump, that mac and .45 Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale Mini me niggas wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers ain't good for trial Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach Nigga it's Boo-Boo But you can call me 50 Fuck with me the police will have to get me 760 I-I ride I'm a rider Molsotov, I toss that, you on fire Beef pop, I'll stop talkin n get quiet Put the muzzle on the Tech look like it's on fire My gun jammed and unjammed like I planned it Like I was jus takin a breather I'm back blamming I'm Charles Bronson, Dirty Harry with the cannon You shootin back, but u ain't hittin Shit I'm still standing When shit don't go down smooth I don't panic Switch pistol, switch hands, switch targets hit ya man Yea, nigga I'm straight outta southside I'm back on dat gorilla shit, dat cold hearted killa shit Stunt witcha mouth wide We move around militant We trained for some iller shit Southside |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
Yesssirrr!
[ - Pharrell Williams & Vanessa Marquez] [V] Can I get more thrills? [P] You know you want some more girl, so come on [V] Can I get more thrills? [P] You know you want some more girl, so come on Let's get blowwwwwnnnn.. let's get blowwwwwnnnn.. Looking at the ladies, all of them fly I don't know which one I want dawg I can't make up my mind, girl So won't you make it easy on me? Take this drink, then hit this weed Two step wit me, let's slip to the dance floor On and on and on and on we go I'll dip you if you want me to You see I really wanna get a little front wit you, bigidy bump wit you A nigga wanna hump you and then just comfort you And then I'll pop the top and lay you on the cot, and get you nice and hot Yeah yeah, it's all to the real We could do it like Guy, c'mon girl "Let's Chill" Now you can fly the friendly skies With the S-N double O-P D-O double G-Y Now don't ask why, just keep looking good in the hood Damn girl, you so fly! We could do what you want to You say you drink Alize or was is Malibu? It don't really matter though You remind me of the time when I had a ho She kept telling me Doggy Dogg I gotta go So I let her get in the wind and co-macked her friend 2 plus 2, it equals 4, this is some shit that could last forever more I'm trying to put my bid in, naw I'm just kidding Come on ma get in, and don't ask where we going Pimping and hoeing, drink pouring and weed blowing, you know it c'mon! I've been looking at you, from the corner of my eyes Checking out your hips, lips, tits and your theighs I've been wanting to do you, for a mighty long time You make a pimp wanna sing I - I - I We'll head to the hills, your dreams I'll fulfill We could do it how you want, cause I'm oh so real Tell me you, naw I won't squeal You wit Da Big Bo$$ Dogg so seal the deal Pharrell got the Babyface and Snoop got the Whip Appeal, so name the place This love I bring to you, on the real baby girl Won't you do me a favor and sing for Snoop You know you want it!! (if I got it I'm a give it to you) So come and get it!! (if I got it I'm a give it to you) If I got it (if I got it I'm a give it to you) (Then you can get it) Ya know! Hey!!! Oh!! Can I get more thrills? .. Can I get more thrills? |
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from Snoop Dogg - R&G (Rhythm & Gangsta): The Masterpiece (2006)
Everytime I come around they like 'Oh No'
I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44 Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold I get to poppin off that thang like I'm loco No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) Motherfuckers light out (lights out) Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No) Sup Nigga, sup now, huh? (Oh No) [Snoop:] Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbol Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up 1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember He's electrifyin & original So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don't give a shit You betta check dat ho, that's what wreckin G Now step your game down, cause ain't no checkin me You'll be respectin me until you leave this room Or my gat'll go boom, bullets go zoom Now your names on a tomb They pourin out liqour wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin em Walkin in my big blue chucks cause I'm killin em [Chorus] [Talkin:] Hey whaddup cuz, it's 50 cent; What's happnin nigga? [50 Cent:] Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (Yea) Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... an He who fears fate lives like a coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to poppin you'll have a change of heart I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart Have doc usin donors, dead niggas with spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead nark Niggas never see the light till it spark Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits Push Me - a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin Your services are no longer needed; Rock-a-bye baby My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg:] I'm bailin thru the door again Let the Momo pour again Me & my ho again Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker And Imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka duck us It'll crack off, Now back off - real slow An if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho Yea that's my reputation - you test my patience & You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam, blam Goddammit I'm at it again They done let that bitch nigga up outta the pen And now he lookin for me - what the heck - my game is built on respect Now I'm breathin down your mortherfuckin neck I dumps till my clips is empty I'm headin down Willshire to San Vicente And when I get there don't ask who sent me Just take dem shots an drop it like it's hot Bitch Nigga [Chorus] [Talkin:] Ha-ha-ha Yea Nigga Just when you thought I was gone Slide back up on you like the wind nigga Hurricane D-O-Double G With the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit |
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