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504 Boyz – Wobble Wobble

admin — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 07:10:56 +0000

Yo’ this Jay tweezie keeping it live for the heezie For cheezy with them 504
Boyz you dig check it
This here is to played loud as possible Preferably in residential neighborhoods
And night clubs
Grab your shorty and let’s go

Chorus2x

Now won’t you wobble wobble
Let me see you shake it shake it
Now won’t you drop it drop it
Ohh take it take it

Mac
You already know what’s happenin’ when I step in this bitch
And I know you’ve heard of me,
Cause I’m right there off of GT and Derbigny You’ve been ’bout serving it,
Every since you heard my song I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage
Love, huh
You got me fucked up
I just want to see you wobble, like your momma’s won that lotto
Like your daddy full of that bottle
Like your brother when he caught them hollows Like them G.T. bitches, them
Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches Them boss bitches who ’bout they riches,
And it ain’t no secret They want that soldier dick that you only get from that
Soldier clique
That Whoa! bitch I told ya’ dick, ‘welling up
We drop it like it’s hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada
Giving up them peso’s, I thinks nada look

Chorus2x

(Master P/Nino Brown)
Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up
You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up)
Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny
So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning
I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game
Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change

Chorus2x

Magic, Silkk & Vito
I like it when I see ‘em at the club, shaking that thang
Girl you really got me thinking ’bout taking that thang, come here
Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere
The way she drop it like that, I can’t help but to stare
Got a nigga saying “Ohhh girl”
Come a little closer, I’m trying to make you out my boo girl
Don’t move girl, I’m on my way to the floor baby
Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it
Let’s bump and grind, girl you did that
The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I’m with that
I’m trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God)
Got me humpin and humpin it (huh) humpin like a dog, WOOF

Chorus2x

G-Money & Mystikal)
Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up
I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me
And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass
Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass

Krazy
I’ll be there for you baby, just beep me
Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male
I like freaking at your man’s house, when he leave I toot
What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you

C Murder
Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don’t break it You want
Love let’s make it, I just can’t wait ’til you naked
You lick your lips it makes me hard daydreamin’ of screamin’ and fiendin’
You creamin’ for sex, that you gonna get this evening
Ya’ heard me

Chorus2x

We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz what? we them 504 boyz huh, we them 504
504 boyz what?

50 Cent – You Ain’t No Gangsta

admin — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 06:10:56 +0000

[50 Cent]
Look If you ain’t worth a mil, you ain’t far from broke
Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
I wouldn’t snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn’t rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch
Wouldnt write about crack if I ain’t had no spot
You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey
Got bitches shutting you down in the C.L.K
For cats like you, crime don’t pay
You just linger in the hood, them niggaz blow you away
You the type to get paper when I’m locked up, get yo jewels rocked up
Then have to tuck em in when I pop up
Niggaz in the hood sayin “50′s Grimy”
Cause they hit me wit Kosami and now they can’t find me
If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip
And I can cop anotha one afta each assist

[Chorus] x 2
You ain’t no gangsta
You’se a busta, a customer, a sucker
You fake fraudulent motherfucker
You ain’t a gangsta
I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause
We don’t trust ya

[50 Cent]
You owe a nigga? You don’t wanna pay him?
Kill him, that’s what they said ta ta disapper him
Y’all ain’t got to believe me
When I’m done with this rhyme if theres time I’ll hit a flick
Wit Mariella this connect bitch, Peruvian chick
She ain’t hot but eevrytime I fuck the coke right drops
When it’s time to get it on (what)
I pull over the thong (uh huh)
Fuck till I nut then get up, I’m gone (yeah)
Usualy hit it watchin tele way out in L.A.
I like it when she say “Papi I feel it in my Belly”
Call up all my niggaz in New York on the celly
First thing I’m sayin is “Nigga what da deally”

Pack a trey pound up under my Pelle Pelle
Y’all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really?
I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli
Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili
Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me?

[50 Cent]
Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof
Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain’t fuckin wit me, duke
Bricks from Filipe, 19 five, what we pay
Cop on a week mad hard to catch him on the weekday
Niggaz backed up, slugs to the gut, that’ll bet him up
Gettin fed thru his arm in a hospital wil slim him up
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don’t care
I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it
I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
Man, I don’t like none of y’all
Fuck around I’ll run in y’all pop one in y’all
Had the whole hood talkin bout what I done to y’all
Listen I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz
I got love for thugs niggaz firing slugs
Stage rapping ass niggaz ain’t sold no drugs
Gotta show me some love cause my sins are bluffed

50 Cent – That Ain’t Gangsta

admin — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 05:10:56 +0000

Verse 1:
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch?
You gon’ get it on nigga or you gon’ snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin’ rich
Man, I stack chips and I unload clips
After 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
Some niggas started fightin’, some niggas found God
You know me, started sellin’ leek in the yard
Yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
Big as Hell in the joint wearin’ ’86 numbers
Damm Dog, you been in here that long?
You could think that, but say that and yo’ ass is dead wrong
A convo is only three words, “yo whattup”
You ain’t gotta work out to leave this bitch cut up
Let a nigga find out you on some goin’ home shit
And you tryin’ to bounce without payin’ a loan, shit
Some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
After the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I’m hard as Hell to get along wit’ so it never fails
A nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
He had a L rolled in bible paper blowin’ the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin’ his high
And when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I’m'a ox you down
Niggas you think is real really can’t hold they own
I’ll have ‘em on some E.T. shit tryin’ to phone home
In here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
It’s similar, infact they’ll both split ya dome
Scars are souvenirs, niggas always take ‘em home.

Chorus -
You got blown over the jack? (that ain’t gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain’t gangsta)
Rockin’ a vest with no gat? (that ain’t gangsta)
You only a thug when you rap? (that ain’t gangsta)

Niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain’t gangsta)
You ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain’t gangsta)
Niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain’t gangsta)
If you ain’t bustin’ ya gat (that ain’t gangsta)

Verse 2:
You’d call me an Animal if you seen me livin’ on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I’m visitin’ pop-ulation
When I walk by, niggas like “Fifty don’t play Son”
“yeah, somethin’ really wrong with that nigga…”
Max out, I’m goin’ straight for the glock
Bust a u-turn, I’m goin’ straight to the block
The things that’ll happen if niggas say I can’t eat
Down goes the window….out goes the heat
I’ll make the whole block look like a fuckin’ trackmeet
Some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
Some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
Nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
It’s extortion, it happens in the hood often
Claim more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
’cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
I rock shit ’cause I stay on that block shit
That 9mm Ruger to your knot shit
See the difference is I’m real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, shit
Ya’ll niggas wanna pop shit? I pop clips
Leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can’t stop this
Since ’86 my whole clique pop Criss.

Chorus
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
What the fuck you know about that?

50 Cent – Rowdy Rowdy

admin — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 04:10:56 +0000

(50 Cent)
Yo LA niggaz are the rowdy niggaz
New Orleans niggaz is rowdy nigga
D.C. niggaz is some rowdy niggaz
New York Niggaz is the fucking wildest nigga

Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son I ain’t even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
Now you heartbroke, that’s what you get for lovin them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it’s like a stickup kid
Runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won’t blow dick
It’s like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice
I murda any mic device, for the right price, I’m nice
I only say tthings once, never twice, dont fuck with me

Chorus: 50 Cent

St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout it
50 cent ain’t gonna kill ya nigga, don’t get doubted
Got your gun, well don’t leave home without it
The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it
They’ll kill you and act like they don’t know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it

(50 Cent)
Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back

I bet niggaz will stand around sayin “Damn who did that?”
I’m the type nigga to dare you to touch the ?
I’m the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back
Im F to the I – F -T – Y – C – E – N – T
Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons
In a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin
I plan to take over New York and start expandin
Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung “I’m Jammin’”
Nigga fuck with my cash and I’ma blast yo’ ass
Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ??
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I’ma find yo’ ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain’t playin with you, I want my money motherfucker

Chorus

(50 Cent)
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with niggaz that spray and strip and say that shit
You won’t let us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot
I’m that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry niggaz with me straight from the street
Cause these three niggaz are startin to look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My niggaz live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep shit low cause niggaz heard of you

Chorus 2X

50 Cent – Bodegas

admin — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 03:10:56 +0000

(Fifty talkin’ to someone)
Aight, check this shit out, ya’ll niggas gon’ stay in the car, I’m'a go
Right over here and see somethin’, gimme ten minutes, If I don’t come
Out, ya’ll come in, the money stays in the car ’till I say
So…….aiyo, whattup whattup, man, this is what ya’ll niggas is
Workin’ wit’ for 22 cents a gram?

Man, when I come up in here treat me like I’m fam
I could go Uptown and get this shit for 16 cents a gram
Bottom line is, man, I gotta cop and go
I got a spot and I can’t afford to stop the flow
Poppi, what the fuck is the matter wit’ ya Man?
Standin’ against the wall with a gun in his hand
I ain’t on no funny shit I’m on some get this money shit
Every four days in PA I move another brick
According to the DA I sold dope in VA
My crew stay in Queens but my plates say VA

I’ll show you where I rest at, it aint hard to find me
Let me buy a brick and get the other on cossimy
(hey, this life is hard man) I know, don’t remind me
If I catch another case I’ma kill Guiliani
It ain’t even safe to sell a pack at night
Got task ridin’ ’round the Projects on Mountain Bikes

Chorus -
NY ain’t the same, it’s OT playa
You can go and cop coke from the corner Bodega
Hit the highway and take it to a town near you, and get that money man,
Get that money man. (Repeat)

(Fifty Singing)
Now, if you come to 1-3-4 and I’m not around
That means I copped and I went outta town
You mothafukkas know how I get down
About my money man, about my money man.

5 Chinese Brothers – You Are Where You Want To Be

admin — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 02:10:56 +0000

Did you ever feel
Like you were painted into place
In a picture in a room
That’s decorated in bad taste
You say “is this my best,
Then I’m not impressed”
You wonder how did you get here
But it’s exactly as you fear
CHORUS
You are where you want to be
You find yourself where you belong
And every fool is looking for what any fool can see
You are where you want to be
You’ve tried so hard
You think you’d be satisfied
But you’ve been in too many places
That looked much better from outside

Life’s an alternating chain
Of boredom and pain
You wonder why you want to live
Till you consider the alternative
CHORUS
I know the way to happiness
I know the secret of success
I know the way to happiness
It’s knowing this is as good as it gets
Did you ever feel
Just like a song
That you really can’t stand
But it sticks with you all day long
It happens every day
You can’t run away
You can’t lose these walking blues
Cause they fit you like a pair of shoes
CHORUS

5 Chinese Brothers – Williamsburg

admin — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 01:10:56 +0000

There’s a cold rain pouring off the Williamsburg Bridge
The world’s giving way beneath my feet
Someone once said that you’re lucky when you’re dead
You know sometimes I agree
They’re sweeping hot bottle caps onto the street
There’s a boy about 16 staring down
With a sick little smile just to prove he’s alive
As he looks around for nothing on the ground
Once his life was a prison but it burst at the seams
When he found a way to leave his dreams behind
Now he lives in a mist he hopes will leave him so numb
That he’ll die without a worry on his mind
CHORUS
I was walking through Williamsburg, taking it in
Trying to keep the courage not to run

When a boy left a bodega and he stepped in my path
In his right hand was a gun
He said, “Give me your money and I’ll leave you alive”
And he shook and looked discouraged while he talked
And I tried not to watch him as he walked away
But I noticed a spring in his walk
CHORUS
You only get one chance at everything on this Earth
And everything you do you must redeem
It’s a hard sad life most people’d rather throw away
On drinks and drugs and idle dreams
I was sitting in my bedroom staring at an empty fifth
The night was disappearing from my head
When I had a funny thought and I started to laugh
‘Cause I remembered what somebody said
CHORUS

5 Chinese Brothers – Walk Away

admin — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 00:10:56 +0000

You’ve got a head like a boulder
And feet of clay
It’s gonna be real hard
For you to just walk away
You keep telling everybody
That you just can’t stay
You’re all talk, no action
Why don’t you just walk away?
You can wallow in your sad condition
Frighten people with your disposition
Step on folks ’cause they get in your way
Or you could have a heart, you could walk away
You’ve been downright depressing
I hear your ex-friends say

All this contempt you’re expressing
Why don’t you just walk away?
Well, that girl don’t love you
And that job don’t pay
And your friends don’t respect you
You ought to just walk away
You can wallow in your sad condition
Frighten people with your disposition
Step on folks ’cause they get in your way
Or you could have a heart, you could walk away
Yeah, that girl don’t love you
Yeah, that job don’t pay
Believe anything you want to
But please, please just walk away

5 Chinese Brothers – Trust Me

admin — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 23:10:56 +0000

I bet you get to feeling pretty well shot
Like you used to think a deal’s a deal, but now you know it’s not
And it don’t matter if you work or steal cause there’s no one behind
The wheel
When a promise is just something you pretend that you believe
You can trust me
CHORUS
You can trust me
When there’s no one left to trust
You can trust me
When it gets down to them and us
If a friend is all you want a friend is all I want to be
Trust me
I heard a spokesman for my generation
He said he was misquoted, he said it was just misinformation
When lowered expectation turns to quiet desperation

And you can’t believe what anybody says even when it’s on TV
You can trust me
CHORUS
People always say to me, you can’t choose your family
But I don’t think that’s where it ends, cause you can barely choose
Your
Friends
And I’ll tell you this for what it’s worth, you get the friends that
You
Deserve
These are words that no one ever means
These are words of lawyers, political machines
Smoke-screens, go betweens, vaseline and magic beans
When opiates and hypocrites are all there seem to be
You can trust me
CHORUS

5 Chinese Brothers – The Boy From New York City, The Girl From Tennessee

admin — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 22:10:56 +0000

Once I had a sweetheart
She meant the world to me
I met her on the road one night when we were in Tennessee
I met her in a barroom after we’d done a show
We sat and talked about the Louvins ’til the ‘tender called time to go
She wrote her address on a napkin
I wrote mine on my CD
She said, “It was sure nice talking to you”
I said, “You’ll be hearing from me”
I wrote her a letter the next day
She wrote one in return
The letters we wrote each other could have made the mailbox burn
Yo-de-lay-he-he-hoo
I wrote her a long letter and told her that I loved her so
And if she’d come to New York to the altar we would go

I sent it with a dozen roses and I waited for her reply
Til the day the letter came my way that made me want to die
It said, “I know that you love New York
So wild and fancy free
And I love you, dear,
But I also love my home in Tennessee
Now I know that you’d be no more happy here than in the city I would
Be
So though I love you dear
I’m gonna stay right here
Home in Tennessee”
Yo-de-lay-he-he-hoo
And now I know I will never wed
But a bachelor I’ll always be
‘Cause my heart belongs to a pretty girl down in Tennessee
Yo-de-lay-he-he-hoo