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Titre : Cashis:Talkin all that shit [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Année : 2007
Paroles :
Talkin' All That Lyrics
Cashis
[Ca$his:]
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
We're renegades, yeah yeah yeah yeah
We're renegades, yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Hit me up mayn!)

Bitch I'm from the [?], yo' hood ain't no realer
You the pussy ass nigga livin next to the killer
I'm the killer that moved out of the block
And head back to the hood, when I'm movin my rock
You can find me, on a dark road, dark clothes
Lle', in the console and God knows I make grip off blow
Shit - I could get rich off blows
My nation affiation pitch forks I've chose
What the fuck you gon' do? We bang back hammers
I'm a six point star, in a gray bandanna
I'd die for this, nigga you rhyme for this
Pussy I ride for this, and did time for this
That's why I'm convinced you fear, that I'm convicted
Until elevens in soaps, and some gangsta shit man
Guess who gorillas leave tats infragments
Two shots through your cabbage, and gas from Ca$h

[Chorus: Ca$his]
Pussy niggaz always talkin that shit
What you flaggin, who you bangin with? (I don't give a fuck)
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin with (I don't give a fuck)
Pussy niggaz talkin all that shit
What you flaggin in your bangin whip? (I don't give a fuck)
You can live in the hood and shit
But remember who you bangin with (cause I don't give a fuck)

[Ca$his:]
Tip our levels and scarce piece, a meal beast
We'll creep one deep, slump seat, dump heat
Niggaz scream "Fuck me" he lucky, when I blast it
I left respect enough for an open casket
Way to go Ca$his, boost up my ego
Let loose, out sunroof with my Eagle
Folk of the century, rollin with peoples
The omen the sequel, the more they will see you
Close kin, molotov close to no skin
His momma pretends that she doesn't, know him
I'm the reason, for the whole "Say No" slogan
Doped in folk and loc'ed if provokin
Got a brand new thing, with the scope in
Leave your family, with the wake for hostin
I'll collect enough snow, 'til my hands the Aspens
I'm the realest nigga 'round here, ask for Ca$his folk

[Chorus]

[Ca$his:]
Loadin the cup folk, loadin it up tote
Hang fire up I, choke from the gun smoke
That's on the boss mayn, my Nina Ross came
Place gangbangers, into a coffin
This is renegades, Rick not really paid
Gave Ca$h pistols, now they milli sprayed
Full bricks of raw, nigga that's really weight
While my workers foldin, now that's really cake
Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate
I'm a degenerate black bandit, livin ape
Niggaz dig in they pockets like DJ's dig in crates
If you cuttin my profits, you gon' in to dish some cake
Heckler Koch and, glass and vodka
I'm the independent kingpin, cocaine Koch
Fo' thieve blow weed, plus sold O-Z
Niggaz never son me, I was born O.G. fo'

[Chorus]

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Titre : Stat Quo:Get Low [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Album : The Re-Up
Année : 2007
Paroles :
Get Low Lyrics

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low,what,getlow,what,get low,what
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down and fall
To all these people crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet mother (mother!) all skeet skeet got what(got what)
To all skeet skeet mother(mother!) all skeet skeet got what(got what)

Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she do that
Question been harassing me in the mind this boy is fine
I done came to the club about 50 11 times now can i play with yo
Panty line the club owner said i need to calm down security guard go to sweating
Me now friend drunk then a mother threaten me now

She getting crunk in the club i mean she work
Then i like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off fu naked
Atl. hoe don't disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch
Lil jon and the east side boys wit me and we all like to see ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo
Ass where you at

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, get low 3x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (got
Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (got
Dam)

Let me see you get low you scared, you scared
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared, you scared
Let me see you get low you scared, you scared
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared, you scared
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Now back,back,back it up
A back,back,back it up
A back,back,back it up
A back,back,back it up
Now stop ( o) then wiggle wit it
Stop ( o) then wiggle wit it yea
Stop ( o) then wiggle wit it yea
Stop ( o) then wiggle wit it wiggle wit it

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, get low 3x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (got
Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (got
Dam)

Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while i'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
Looking at a nigga with yo palm out bitch i ain't even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
A little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass dirty dance yin yang we did done again
And put it on the map like annnnn

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, get low 3x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (got
Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (got
Dam)

Got dam (got dam) ya ya'll twerking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twerk a little bit harder then dat
Now right now i need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want ya'll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, get low 3x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (got
Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (got
Dam)

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Titre : 50 cent feat Young Buck:I'll Whip Ya Head Boy [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Album : Get Rich or Die Tryin
Année : 2003
Paroles :
"I'll Whip Ya Head Boy"
(feat. Young Buck)

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinkin', I should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whatever I wan' do
I say I wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who I iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know I get biz

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[50 Cent Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a move
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this cake
Give us the coke, the cash, the combo to the safe
But she don't know it, damn, OK we'll wait
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
That the nine will jam right in my hand

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Buck Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack I have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier I'm thuggin' till my death

[50 Cent Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know I will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your cap could get pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

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Titre : 50 cent,Em,Cashis,Bank$:You don't know [Ajouter ce morceau à mon blog]
Album : The Re-Up
Année : 2007
Paroles :
You Don't Know

50 Cent
Who runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
We runnin
You know, but ya actin like you don't know
Who runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
We runnin
You know, but ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know

50 Cent
Now homie I say I run it run it, cuz I'm in control
Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of pa trom
I have you feelin aight, I get you high as a kite
Party pops, shorty says you comin with me tonight
I ain't sellin da linen
I ain't snappin n poppin, either I'm bobbin my head
Or I'm just standin there watchin
I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid
And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade
***** you front you gon get it, ok, now maybe I'm civic
Cuz I want you to trip it, yea, I be on that shi-deh (not sure about this line)
You should see what I'm stuntin, I flash the stones they be wantin
Push the whips see me rollin, you can tell that I'm haulin
I'm just doin my thang, you know the units the game
I got my grind, me shady wit me, you front you gon have to get me
Off your ass, I pay the lawsuit and laugh (Ha-ha)
It's not a big deal, it's nothin but some cash

50 Cent
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know

Eminem
When me and fif got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It's no pretentious, this friendship, me nemesis is su nemesis
Ain't for him, this is media, see to them its just images
But this shit is no gimmicks
This is blood in and blood out
When there's beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out
If there's a problem we solve it
We don't resolve it, it usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it
We should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge, around our, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever's holding the most current peep on they shoulders
And the soldiers got their backs and its ova
But tonight we ain't comin here to beef with nobody
We came to party
Banks, Cashis, and Mr. Ferrari
So its Shady After-mizz-ath, backin that ass, you wiz-ass
Come-izzle-hmm
What kinda puzz-up-ple position is that

50 Cent
We runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
(Eminem) This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know
(Eminem) You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
(Eminem) This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know

Tony Yayo
Cashis! Break it down now!

Ca$his
Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay
Slumped over, bleedin, JFK
Az-K to yo chest plate, K I'm
Ridin till the death, do you rep that way
Forever, Ima be a Shady 7-4 gangster
Pus else involve everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumpin in all beef
You keep talkin shit, and now the squad will call me

Lloyd Banks
Enough opened bag of steam, Em let off a magazine, got the guns, cap a queen, mixed in with Cashis queens
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Tellin ain't my cup o tea, can't tell I'm a fuckin' G?
Ima hold a matic, when I'm addict, start static and you strat it shit shatter
Im a walking bitch magnet
Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit
And I'm always on my pivot
For my digits, ya dig it?

50 Cent
We runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know
We runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know


You know what this is
Shady
G-Unit Aftermath
Lloyd Banks
Cashis
Marshall Mathers
Ferrari F-50
This is a movement
You can't stop it
Talk of New York
Tony Yayo, Tony Yayo