G-Unit lyrics
G-Unit lyrics
"Tony Yayo Explosion Lyrics"
Primera Vez Lyrics
Despacio comienzo en tu boca Despacio y sin quitarte la ropa Mi cama no merece tu cuerpo Virgen como el Amazonas Mucho para un lobo cazador Pero ideal para el amor Despacio voy por tu corazon Despacio y me detiene un boton Mientras dices basta me ayudas Esa guerra en tu vientre Entre el sigue y el detente Que hacen decisivo el presente
[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 shape (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 1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
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 have yo ass seein' out one eye <
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
Cause chips make relationships come to an end (what)
I play 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 Bishop did Raheem in (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
Never gotta borr
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
My advance is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50 of haze, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!
Despacio comienzo en tu boca Despacio y sin quitarte la ropa Mi cama no merece tu cuerpo Virgen como el Amazonas Mucho para un lobo cazador Pero ideal para el amor Despacio voy por tu corazon Despacio y me detiene un boton Mientras dices basta me ayudas Esa guerra en tu vientre Entre el sigue y el detente Que hacen decisivo el presente
[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 shape (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 1 to 3, for an extra G
RIP to Etho, I miss Hevo
Brainiacs Daughter Lyrics
Brainiacs Daughter Made me a suit of bricks and mortar And a matching stove pipe hat, oh yes Brainiacs Daughter Took me on a sleigh ride underwater And I'm crazy for girls like that Oh yes Sir, yes Sir Three bags full Sir All across the land the bells ring out It's night, sun shines bright So I reach to hold her frozen hand in fligh
When I die, I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Brainiacs Daughter Made me a suit of bricks and mortar And a matching stove pipe hat, oh yes Brainiacs Daughter Took me on a sleigh ride underwater And I'm crazy for girls like that Oh yes Sir, yes Sir Three bags full Sir All across the land the bells ring out It's night, sun shines bright So I reach to hold her frozen hand in fligh
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 have yo ass seein' out one eye <
Mata-Me De Novo Lyrics
Cinco da manha,cerveja martini e morfex No consigo relaxar precisava do teu sex Quando a cabea no tem juzo Consomes mais do que preciso Variaes cantou e eu realizo. O corpo que paga,deix pagar deix pagar. Se tas a gostar puto h qu' aguentar. O preo bem caro mas vale a pena bb. Sabes do que tou a falar, Sabes bem como que . No tou contigo h trs noites,
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Cinco da manha,cerveja martini e morfex No consigo relaxar precisava do teu sex Quando a cabea no tem juzo Consomes mais do que preciso Variaes cantou e eu realizo. O corpo que paga,deix pagar deix pagar. Se tas a gostar puto h qu' aguentar. O preo bem caro mas vale a pena bb. Sabes do que tou a falar, Sabes bem como que . No tou contigo h trs noites,
[Verse 2 - Tony Yayo]
I never mix money and product with my friends (uh huh)
Cause chips make relationships come to an end (what)
I play 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 Bishop did Raheem in (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
Never gotta borr
It's Not A Fairytale Lyrics
It all started like this Ninth grade freshman year So happy to be in high school I shed a tear o many cute dudes to choose from I knew it was one That was right for me Well I thought at least He was the big guy on campus On the football team Basketball homecoming He was voted for king And there was me I was on the cheerleading squa
ow a handgun It all started like this Ninth grade freshman year So happy to be in high school I shed a tear o many cute dudes to choose from I knew it was one That was right for me Well I thought at least He was the big guy on campus On the football team Basketball homecoming He was voted for king And there was me I was on the cheerleading squa
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
My advance is goin' towards a brick of dope
Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes"
I'm a 50 of haze, you a half a blunt
You the nigga in the mirror that practice stunts
WHAT!