i think 50 cent sings this song but i don't know wut its called.... here's the 1st verse....Now don't think I won't hit you because I'm popular, I got p 90 rugger to pop at ya, catch you\nslipping I'm give you what I got for ya, my clip loaded for 16 shots for ya, ever had a hot gun\non ya waste and blood on your shoe because the nigga went and said the wrong shit to you, homie\nyou ain't been threw what I been threw you not like me and I'm not like you.
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Called "Till I Collapse (Freestyle)" off the 8 mile soundtrack. Yes, it is 50 cent, although I think it was written by Eminem. Here are the rest of the lyrics, according to a popular lyrics site:\n\n50 Cent... Shady Records (Shady Records)\nEminem (Eminem)...Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre)\n\nGGGGGGGG G-unit\n\n50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath\n\nThe Dreamteam\n\nWe got to get the get well cards\nniggas is sick\n\nFeel this\n\nMotion picture shit\n[Verse 1]\nNow don't think I won't hit you because I'm popular, I got P-90 Ru go to pop at ya, catch you\nslipping I'm give you what I got for ya, my clip loaded with 16 shots for ya, you never had a hot gun\non ya waste and blood on your shoe because a nigga went and said the wrong shit to you, homie\nyou ain't been threw what I been threw you not like me and I'm not like you.\n\n[Vesre 2]\nI'm like an animal wit it when I spit it's crazy, got semi-autos to put holes and niggas try to play me,\nOne shot is not enough you need at least a uzi to move me, after four bottles of don\nthe kid start to feeling woozy, I write my life you write what you see in gangsta movies, I'm\ngangsta to the core nigga you can't move me, I find my space at the top I got this rap shit\nlocked, I never heard of you you heard of me, I murder you, I spit shells to your convertible\nlotis you notice Richer or poor hollow steel go through your door this is war,\nyou scare of me you not prepared for me the kid is back\n50 cents I know you like that I know you like that.
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Can't You See - Notorious B.I.G.  \n \n[Notorious B.I.G.] \nGive me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina \nBet Big get in between ya \nThen pick the prognosis doses \nBlends and Bends like Twizzlers \nBiggie's fitting to hurt \nWhat's under that skirt? \n(Slow down son you're killin us) \nWho fillin 'em with octane? \nGot 'em gassed up \n'Bout to get blast up sup \nThe last one word to your mother \nBrother, listen \nI've seen it when he kissed 'em at the way \nMade his body shake \nThe high tide it 8 50 I's smoke tank \nRap terror whore crow and terror, true \nFly by the rivers but this is conspicuous \nBad Boys slipped in ninety-five ridiculous \nMy rap's rhymes is like land mines \nOne step, ka-boom, black suits fill the room \nTo whom it may concern, Junior Mafia's the click \nAct up, I'll have my honeys Total bust your... \n\n[Total] \nIn the middle day now baby \nI seem to think of only you, hey, oh yeah \nNever thinking for a moment baby \nThat you've been thinking of me too, yeah, so \n\n1 - I can't wait for the day \nThat we can be together \nI can't let you walk away \nCan't you see you and me \nWere meant to be, oh baby \nAnd there's nothing left to say \n\n2 - Can't you see what you do to me \nOur love was meant to be you were made for me, oh baby \nCan't you see what you do to me \nOur love was meant to be you were made for me \n\nEvery time I see you \nI get this feeling, oh yeah \nTelling me you are the one \nOh what a feeling, hey \n\nRepeat 1 \nRepeat 2 \n\nTake me away, so far away \nOh what you do to me, oh \nI wanna be alone together \nSomewhere just you and me \nOh, oh \n\nRepeat 1 unti
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LUDACRIS LYRICS\n\n"Stand Up"\n\n[Intro]\nStand up! Stand up!\nStand up! Stand up!\n\n[Chorus: Ludacris and (Shawna)]\nWhen I move you move (just like that?)\nWhen I move you move (just like that?)\nWhen I move you move (just like that?)\nHell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!\n(When I move you move) just like that?\n(When I move you move) just like that?\n(When I move you move) just like that?\n(Hell yeah, Hey DJ bring that back!)\n\n[Verse - 1]\nHow you ain't gon' FUCK! Bitch I'm me?\nI'm the GOD DAMN reason you in VIP\nCEO you don't have to see ID\nI'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali\nBLAOW! We ain't got nothing to worry about\nWhoop ass, let security carry em out\nWatch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless\nFeels like a MIDGET is hanging from my neckless\nI pulled up wit a million trucks\nLooking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh!\nPass the bottles, the heat is on\nWe in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong\nWhat's wrong?! The club and moon is full\nAnd I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull\nOne sure shot way to get em outta them pants\nTake note to the brand new dance, like this\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse - 2]\nGo on wit ya big ass! lemme see something\nTell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging\nI'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks\nBut where the FUCK is the waitress at wit my drinks?!\nMy people outside and they can't get in\nWe gon' rush the back door and break em in\nThe owner already pissed cause we sorta late\nBut our time and our clothes gotta coordinate\nMost girls lookin right some lookin a mess\nThat's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress\nBut Louis Vuitton bras all over your breasts\nGot me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh\nC'mon! we gon party tonight\nY'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life\nDon't be scurred, show another part of your life\nThe more drinks in your system the harder to fight!\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Bridge]\nStand up! Stand up!\nStand up! Stand up!\n\n[Verse - 3]\nDamn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down\nGet us out so someone can gun us down\nWe was two songs away from getting some cutta\nNow we one song away from tearing da club up\nMove over! Luda got something to say\nDo it now cause 'tomorrow' ain't promised 'today'\nWork wit me! let's become one with the beat\nAnd don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nStand up! Stand up!\nStand up! Stand up!\nStand up! (just like that?)\nStand up! (just like that?)\nStand up! Stand up!
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to tha guy above me u need to go sit ur ass down somewhere cuz nobody asked u for your smart comment. \n\nand to the asker of the question: i looked on the web, but i couldn't find the lyrics to this song
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loose yourself\nfrom the 8 mile soundtrack!!\nlyrics:\n\nIntro]\nLook.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity\nTo seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment\nWould you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..\n\n[Verse 1]\nHis palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy\nThere's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti\nHe's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready\nto drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting\nwhat he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud\nHe opens his mouth but the words won't come out\nHe's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now\nThe clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!\nSnap back to reality, OHH - there goes gravity\nOHH - there goes Rabbit, he choked\nHe's so mad, but he won't\nGive up that easy nope, he won't have it\nHe knows, his whole back's to these ropes\nIt don't matter, he's dope\nHe knows that, but he's broke\nHe's so sad that he knows \nwhen he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's\nback to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shit\nHe better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him\n\n[Chorus]\nYou better - lose yourself in the music, the moment\nYou own it, you better never let it go (go)\nYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow\nThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime\nYou better - lose yourself in the music, the moment\nYou own it, you better never let it go (go)\nYou only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow\nThis opportunity comes once in a lifetime\nYou better..\n\n[Verse 2]\nSoul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping\nThis world is mine for the taking\nMake me king, as we move toward a, new world order\nA normal life is boring; but superstardom's\nclose to post-mortem, it only grows harder\nHomie grows hotter, he blows it's all over\nThese hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows\nHe's known as the Globetrotter\nLonely roads, God only knows\nHe's grown farther from home, he's no father\nHe goes home and barely knows his own daughter\nBut hold your nose cause here goes the cold water\nThese hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product\nThey moved on to the next schmoe who flows\nHe nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera\nis told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner\nBut the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nNo more games, I'ma change what you call rage\nTear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged\nI was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed\nI've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage\nBut I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher\nBest believe somebody's payin the pied piper\nAll the pain inside amplified by the\nfact that I can't get by with my nine to\nfive and I can't provide the right type of\nlife for my family, cause man, these God damn\nfood stamps don't buy diapers, and there's no movie\nThere's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life\nAnd these times are so hard, and it's gettin even harder\nTryin to feed and water my seed plus, teeter-totter\nCaught up between bein a father and a primadonna\nBaby momma drama screamin on her too much for me to wanna\nstay in one spot, another day of monotony\nhas gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got\nto formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot\nSuccess is my only motherfuckin option, failure's not\nMom I love you but this trailer's got to go\nI cannot grow old in Salem's Lot\nSo here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not\nThis may be the only opportunity that I got\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nYou can do anything you set your mind to, man
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Ghost by Tupac Shakur.\nRebel of the Underground Tupac Shakur.\nTemptations Tupac Shakur.\nAll 'bout U Tupac Shakur.\nStr8 Ballin' Tupac Shakur.\nHow long will they Mourn me? Tupac Shakur.\nHail Mary Tupac Shakur.\nI Get Around Tupac Shakur.\nMe against the world Tupac Shakur.\nI ain't Mad at cha Tupac Shakur.\nPanther Power Tupac Shakur.\nWe Major Kanye West\nHeard 'em say Kanye West.\nWake Up Mr. West Kanye West.\nDimoands (Remix) Kanye West Jay-z\nPiggy Bank 50 cent. \nHate it or love it The Game feat. 50 cent.\nFlava in ya ear Craig Mack.\nMosh Eminem.\nLike Toy Soldiers Eminem.
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Its by big tuck from dallas whose cd is comin out soon, it is maybe a freestyle but you can try i know you want that or tussle remix because i know he also said a some what similar line on of his hit songs.
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DMX \nParty Up \n\n[DMX]\nUhh.. UH! .. WHOO!\n\nChorus: DMX\n\nY'all gon' make me lose my mind\nup in HERE, up in here\nY'all gon' make me go all out\nup in here, up in here\nY'all gon' make me act a FOOL\nup in HERE, up in here\nY'all gon' make me lose my cool\nup in here, up in here\n\n[DMX]\nIf I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight\nAll your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick\nand all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick\nHow the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?  Aight\nThere go the gun click, nine one one shit\nAll over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit\nY'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime\nyou come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked\nAnd I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to\nbut I'm not him, aight slim?  So watch what you do\nOr you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else\nand we all thought you loved yourself\nBut that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe\nthey just sayin that, now cause they miss you\nShit a nigga tried to diss you\nThat's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church\nPreacher tellin the truth and it hurts\n\nChorus\n\n[DMX]\nOff the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain\ncause niggaz still want the fame, off the name\nFirst of all, you ain't rapped long enough\nto be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough\nSo whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman\nI got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?\nY'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors\nWhat's gon' be the outcome?  Hmm, let's add up all the factors\nYou wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe\nYou're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know\nYour old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?\nI love my baby mother, I never let her go"\nI'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss\nthat don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?\nThey fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them\nwho get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN\n\nChorus\n\n[DMX]\nI bring down the chains so heavy it curse the head\nNo more talkin - put him in the dirt instead\nYou keep walking-leat you tryin to end up read\nCause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead\nCause youse a soft type nigga\nFake up North type nigga\nPuss like a soft white nigga\nDog is a dog, blood's thicker than water\nWe done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter\nThe bigger the order, the more guns we brought out\nWe run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out\nSun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out\nNigga runnin his mouth?  I'ma blow his lung out\nListen, yo' ass is about to be missin\nYou know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin\nGrandma wishin your soul's at rest\nbut it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest\n\nChorus\n\n[DMX]\nHold up! ERRRRRRRR!\nOne.. two.. meet me outside\nmeet me outside, meet me outside\nAll my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside\nmeet me outside, meet me outside\nAll my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside\nmeet me outside, meet me outside\nAll my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside\nmeet me outside, meet me outside\nAll my street street peoples meet me outside\nmeet me outside, outside motherfucker\n\nX is got y'all bouncin again\nBouncin again, bounce-bouncin again\nDark Man X got ya bouncin again\nBouncin again, bounce-bouncin again\nSwizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again\nBouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz)\nRuff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX)\nBouncin again, bounce-bouncin again\nDark Man keep you bouncin again\nBouncin again, bounce-bouncin again\nDark Man keep you bouncin again\nBouncin again, bounce-bouncin again\nAll my streets they bouncin again\nBouncin again, we're bouncin again\nSwizz
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Actually I think it is called Remember the Name by Fort Minor\nYou ready? Lets go! \nYeah, for those of you who want to know what we`re all about \nIt`s like this y`all (c`mon!) \n\n[Chorus] \nThis is ten percent luck, \nTwenty percent skill, \nFifteen percent concentrated power of will, \nFive percent pleasure, \nFifty percent pain, \nAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name! \n\n[Mike] \nMike \nHe doesn`t need his name up in lights \nHe just wants to be heard whether it`s the beat or the mic \nHe feels so unlike everybody else, alone \nIn spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him \nBut fuck em` \nHe knows the code: \nIt`s not about the salary \nIt`s about reality and making some noise \nMakin' a story \nMakin sure his clique stays up \nThat means when he puts it down, Tak`s pickin it up! \n(Let`s go!) \n\n[Tak] \nWho the hell is he anyway? \nHe never really talks much \nNever concerned with status but still leavin them star struck \nHumbled through opportunities given despite the fact \nThat many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps \nPut it together himself, now the picture connects \nNever askin for someone`s help, and get some respect \nHe`s only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach \nAnd now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist \n\n[Ryu] \nThis is twenty percent skill \nEighty percent beer \nBe one hundred percent clear, 'cause Ryu is ill \nWho would`ve thought that he`d be the one to set the west in flames \nThen I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "The Name Of The Game" \nCame back dropped Megadef, took 'em to church \nI like bleach man, Ryu had the stupidest verse \nThis dude is the truth, now everybody givin him guest spots \nHis stock`s through the roof I heard he fuckin with S-Dot! \n\n[Chorus] \nIt`s just ten percent luck, \nTwenty percent skill, \nFiftteen percent concentrated power of will, \nFive percent pleasure, \nFifty percent pain, \nAnd a hundred perecnt reason to remember the name! \n\n[Ryu] \nThey call him Ryu he's sick \nAnd he`s spittin' fire and Mike \nGot him out the dryer he`s hot \nFound him in Fort Minor with Tak \nWhat a fuckin' nihilist porcupine \nHe`s a prick, he`s a cock \nThe type woman want to be with \nAnd rappers hope he get shot \nEight years in the makin` \nPatiently waitin to blow \nNow the record with Shinoda`s takin over the globe \nHe`s got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope \nYou wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid`s throat \n\n[Tak] \nTak \nHe`s not your everyday on the block \nHe knows how to work with what he's got \nMakin his way to the top \nHe often gets a comment on his name \nPeople keep askin him, was it given at birth, \nOr does it stand for an acronym? \nNo. He`s livin' proof, \nGot him rockin the booth \nHe`ll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice (juice) \nHim and his crew are known around as one of the best \nDedicated to what they do n give a hundred percent! \n\n[Mike] \nForget Mike \nNobody really knows how or why he works so hard \nIt seems like he`s never got time \nBecause he writes every note, and he writes every line \nAnd I`ve seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind \nIt`s like a design is written in his head every time \nBefore he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme \nAnd those motherfuckers he runs with the kids that he signed? \nRidiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?! \n\n[Chorus] \nThis is ten percent luck, \nTwenty percent skill, \nFifteen percent concentrated power of will, \nFive percent pleasure, \nFifty percent pain, \nAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name! \n\nThis is ten percent luck, \nTwenty percent skill, \nFifteen percent concentrated power of will, \nFive percent pleasure, \nFifty percent pain, \nAnd a hundred percent reason to remember the name! \n\n[Outro - Mike] \nYeah! Fort Minor! \nM. Shinoda, Styles of Beyond! \nRyu, Takbir! \nM
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The answer is Mobb Deep ft 50 Cent & Nate Dogg - Have A Party.\nIts a new song and he continually repeats g g g  g g unit on the chorus.
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I'm not sure (my comp isn't letting me watch music videos) :( but that song isn't by LL Cool J - it's by Busta Rhymes.\nJust so ya know! :)
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It is Rick Ross.  Here are the lyrics:\n\n\n[Intro] \n\nHustlin, Hustlin, Hustlin', 7x \nEveryday Im day Im hustlin, 15x \n\n[Verse 1] \n\nWho the f*ck you think you f*ckin with, im the f*ckin boss \n7:45 white on white thats f*ckin ross \nI cut em wide, I cut em long, I cut em fat \nI keep em commin back, We keep em commin back \nIm in the distribution \nIm like atlantic \nI got the motha f*ckers flyin across the atlantic \nI know pablo, noreager(sp), the real noreager \nHe owe me 100 favors \nI aint petty nigga \nWe buy the whole thing \nSee most of my niggas really still deal cocaine \nMy roof back, My money rides \nIm on the pedal, show you what Im runnin' like \nWhen they snatch black I cry for 100 nights \nHe got 100 bodies, serving 100 lifes \n\n[Chorus] \n\nEvery day Im hustlin about 8x \n\n[Verse 2] \n\nWe never steal cars, but we deal hard \nWibbet real hard wibbet wibbet real hard \nI caught a charge, I caught a charge \nWibbet real hard wibbet wibbet real hard \nAint bought no funny sh*t still b*tches and business \nIm on my money sh*t still whippin' dem benz's \nMajor league who catchin' because im pitchin' \nJose Cansaco just snitchin' because he's finish \nI feed 'em steriods to strenthen up my chickens \nThey flyin' over pacific to be specific \nTriple C's you know its back we holdin' sacks \nSo niggas go on rat \nRun and tell 'em that \nMo Cars, Mo Hoes \nMo clothes, Mo blows \n\n[Chorus] \n\nEvery day Im hustlin about 8x \n\n[Verse 3] \n\nIts time to spend my thrills \nBecause Im spinnin wheels \nI aint drove in a week \nThem b*tches spinnin still \nTalk about me because these suckas scared to talk about me \nKillas talkin' 'bout me it aint no talk about me \nIt aint no walkin 'round me \nSee all these killas 'round me \nLotta drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County \nDont tote no .22's magnum cost me 22 \nSat it on 'em 22 \nBirds go for 22 \nLil mama super thick \nShe say she 22 \nShe seen them 22's \nWe in room two 22 \nI touch work like a convertable berk \nI got distributions so Im convertin' the work \nIn the MIA-Yo them niggas rich off the yayo \nSteddy slangin' yayo \nMy Chevy bangin' yayo \n\n[Chorus] \n\nEvery day Im hustlin about 8x
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50 Cent is the worst hit wonder to make "music".\n\nThe Game is real in what he says. I think Spider Joke (240 Bars) was one of his greatest freestyle feats against Spider Loc of G-unit. I have yet to hear The Game's 300 Bars and Runnin' which is supposed to be one of the first lyrical freestyle disses to reach near the 15 minute mark. He's a pioneer in freestyle disses.
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Album: Konvicted (2006) \n\n(feat. Snoop Dogg) \n\n\n[Akon] \nConvict... Music... and you know we upfront. \n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin n grindin up on that pole, \nI kno u see me lookin' at you and you already know\nI wanna fuck you, you already know \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \n\n[Snoop Dogg] \nMoney in the air as mo feel grad you by your coat tail take you to the motel, hoe sale, \ndont tell, wont tell, baby said I dont talk dogg but she told on me, oh well, \ntake a picture wit me, what the flick gon do, baby stick to me & ima stick on u, \nif u pick me then ima pick on you, d-o-double g and im here to put this dick on you, \nI'm stuck on pussy n urs is right, wrip ridinin them poles and them doors is tight \nand ima get me a shot for the end of the night cuz pussy is pussy and baby ur pussy for life. \n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin n grindin up on that pole, \nI kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \n\n[Akon] \nShorty I can see u aint lonely handfull of niggas n they all got cheese, \nso u lookin at me now whats it gonna be just another tease far as I can see, \ntryin get u up out this club if it means spendin' a couple dubs, \nthrowin bout 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that cuz I'm far from a scrub, \nu kno my pedigree, ex-deala use to move phetamines, \ngirl I spend money like it dont mean nuthin n besides I got a thing for u. \n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin n grindin up on that pole, \nI kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \n\n[Snoop Dogg] \nMobbin' through club in low pressin im sittin in the back in the smokers section [just smokin], \nbirds eye, I got a clear view, you cant see me but I can see u [baby I see u], \nits cool we jet the mood is set, \nyour pussy is wet u rubbin your back and touchin your neck, \nur body is movin' u humpin' n jumpin' ur titties is bouncin' u smilin' n grinin' n lookin at me. \n\n[Akon] \nGirl n while your looking at me im ready to hit the caddy right up on the patio move the patty to the caddy, \nbaby u got a phatty the type I like to marry wantin to just give u everythin n thats kinda scary, \ncuz I'm lovin the way you shake your ass , bouncin', got me tippin' my glass, \nlil' mully dont get caught up to fast but I got a thing for you. \n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin n grindin up on that pole, \nI kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin n grindin up on that pole, \nI kno u see me lookin' at you and you already kno \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \nI wanna fuck you, you already know \n\ngirl...
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that song is What Would You Do by City High. I love that song. here is the lyrics.\n\nBoys and girls wanna hear a true story\nSaturday night I was at this real wild party\nThey had the liquor overflowing the cup\nAbout five or six strippers trying to work for a buck\nThen I took one girl outside with me\nHer name was Loni she went to junior high with me\nSaid why you up in there dancing for cash\nI guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last\nShe said\n\nWhat would you do if your son was at home\nCrying all alone on the bedroom floor\n'Cause he's hungry\nAnd the only way to feed him is to\nSleep with a man for a little bit of money\nAnd his daddys gone\nSomewhere smoking rock now\nIn and out of lock-down\nI ain't got a job now\nSo for you this is just a good time\nBut for me this is what I call life\n\nGirl you ain't the only one with a baby\nThat's no excuse to be living all crazy\nThen she looked me right square in the eye\nAnd said everyday I wake up hoping to die\nShe said nigga I know about pain 'cause\nMe and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn't rape us\nBefore I was a teenager\nI done been through more sh\nYou can't even relate ta\n\nWhat would you do if your son was at home\nCrying all alone on the bedroom floor\n'Cause he's hungry\nAnd the only way to feed him is to\nSleep with a man for a little bit of money\nAnd his daddy's gone\nSomewhere smoking rock now\nIn and out of lock-down\nI ain't got a job now\nSo for you this is just a good time\nBut for me this is what I call life\n\nThen she said\nWhat would you do if?\nGet up on my feet and let go of every excuse\nWhat would you do if?\n'Cause I wouldn't want my baby to go through what I went through\nWhat would you do if?\nGet up on my feet and stop making up tired excuses\nWhat would you do if?\nGirl I know if my mother could do it baby you can do it!\n\nWhat would you do if your son was at home\nCrying all alone on the bedroom floor\n'Cause he's hungry\nAnd the only way to feed him is to\nSleep with a man for a little bit of money\nAnd his daddy's gone\nSomewhere somking rock now\nIn and out of lock-down\ni ain't got a job now\nSo for you this is just a good time\nBut for me this is what I call life\n[Repeat 2 more times]
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"Anything"\n(feat. Usher, Pharrell)\n\n[Chorus Usher & Pharrell]\n\nAnything you want girl\nI'll bet you never seen it like this\nJust stay up on that floor girl\nAnd I'll grant all your wishes\nYou know, you know, you know,\nYou know, you know, you know,\nYou hot\nEspecially when you bounce, bounce\nI really like it when you bounce, bounce\n\n[Verse One]\n\nOoh you so nasty\nAmateur pole dancing\nCome and get this cash from me\nThey call me rain man\nShe tried to rain dance\nMoney so long it will drown you girl\nBuried under so much stacks\nThey had to pull back about 50 thou\nBefore they found ya girl\nI brought book bags of that bankroll\nI'm a D boy baby they know\nI'm an original D boy\nThey go bankrupt if they try to keep up\nNo roof in my car but I got mirrors on the ceiling\nI'll spread bread on the bed\nEver had sex on a million\nTell me\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Two]\n\nRed light, TLC\nThrough the left eye\nMy POV\nOn the eye chat\nHow's that for computer love\nShe rolled her eyes back\nI'm like ooh you're so nasty\nYou turned my Maybach back seat\nInto the Hotel De'Paris\nI ain't gotta go\nDown to the go-go\nYou got a private show that's like magic city\nI got stacks of fifties\nI got piles of hundreds\nThat's role play\nAct like you want it\nYou know you know you hot like fire\nYou throw that body\nI'll throw them dollars\nBut not them 1's and not no 5's\nHave you ever seen a Grover Cleveland?\nThat's a thousand dollars\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Three]\n\nGirl\nYou know\nYou hot like fire\nAs I blow some dough\nYou might retire\nTake it slow like Ne-Yo\nWhen shots was fired\nIn the Matrix have patience\nGot lots of bottles\nRock-a-bye baby JAY-Z got notes like Mariah\nGot no 1's got no 5's\nMy D notes are higher\nI'm a D boy, they decoys\nThey money is lighter\nLike Nicole Richie\nCome with me\nThey on the diet baby
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dem franchize boys oh i think they like me is from dem franchize boys but the part that goes "lights camera action when i walk through da door is by youn joc(its goin down)\nJD\n1...2...3...\nAs it is plain to see\nI go by the name of Jermaine Dupri\nDope Man Fresh in the place to be\nAnd yall....\n\nChorus\nOh I think they like me (x8)\n\nJD\nOh I think they like me\nWhen they heard me on the other one\nSo its only right\nThat I hit yall with another one (x2)\n\nFranchise\nYea these niggas like me\nHaters wanna fight me\nYea these niggas mad\ncuz I came up over night b\nYea I switched it up\nI got a nine cuffed tightly\nSo you better do the right thing like Spike Lee\nYea im super clean\nRock Jeans and a white tee\nNiggas hear my song\nAnd these niggas wanna fight me\nIf you had six figures you would be just like me\nYea these niggas mad\ncuz im shinin like a light b\nNiggas talkin bout yep in they motherfuckin throwbacks\nHe aint real you know that\nMuhammed where they sold that\nWe steppin on these niggas like a motherfuckin doormat\nWhen I hit the scene\nThey take pictures\nCall me Kodak\nThese hoes goin crazy man\nI think they need some Prozac\nWe the hottest thing in the market\nAnd they know that\nYo bitch is so stuck\nAnd she don't wanna go back\nWe stackin big faces\nCuz we still steady throwin it\n\nJD\nAnd when I do it\nIt's somethin like "Thriller in Manilla" man\nKnown as a killer man\nFresh from the dilla man\nSoSo niggas\nAint no crew illa than\n10 acres of land\nAnd i got about a million\nDollars worth of cars in my front yard\nIm from the place in ATL where young niggas sell hard\nOoh I think they like me\nWhen they heard me on the other one\nSo its only right\nThat I hit you with another one\nRemix\nWe gets\nBusy over here\nNo sleep\nNiggas stay up on they grizzy over here\nWe young (young)\nWe fly (fly)\nAnd we gon stay flashy till the day that we die\n\nChorus\nOh I think they like me (x8)\n\nFranchise\nThey don't wanna fight me\nIm snatchin yo ass up\nFirst nigga act up\nFirst nigga get buck\nMajestic gettin sweated\nWhile im twirlin, and switchin, sort\nT-shirt extravaganza\nFranchise the white tee boys\nSelf made, self paid\nWe lounge around in our white tees\nAshy black shirt\nWell get down in yo brown tees\nMuhammed throwbacks\nWho sport a jersey by Ali\nAnd if you made one\nHell naw they don't site me\nIm all about that cash\nRidin round with a nice piece\nEar piece, ice piece\nThat's straight up like me\nYou heard pimpin playa\nThey shine so brightly\nDon't stand so close\nVision blurs when ice blings\nRespect my whole squad\nKnow you can't even touch us cuz\nRoll out the red carpet\nHigh five's to show us love\nWe carry barrettas, countin cheddar, we trendsetters\nIm a Franchise nigga man\nFrom here till forever\n\nDa Brat\n60644694\nBlow drow with the windows up\nOn duce fours\nPurple candy paint\nBrand New\nThink I aint\nSame chick, same click, more bricks\nIn the bank\nKnow now, no hoe round\nThrow down like Brat\nIt aint no showdown, for no crown\nIm holdin that\nFace all on VH\nPaid, great till this day\nBeen in love with the mic since Run DMC "Walk This Way"\nTalk this way cuz im gangsta\nA Chi-town legend\nI'm not ordinary people\nIt's a star in yo presence\nI'm so icy that my earlobes hurt\nFor what its worth\nDon't test me I got the four-fifth\nUnder the skirt\nIm thick in the thighs\nCan tuck that\nStay on my grind\nI bust back if I must act\nAnd empty the stack\nIt's B to the R...A...T\nTrust that im crazy\nJD pays me\nIm such a fuckin lady\n\nBow Wow\nI'm Bow Weezy\nPrince of the O-town\nJust got the wheels clean\nSo im ridin slow now\nIm in the fast car\nsomethin like a Nascar\nIf you wanna know how much it cost\nYou should ask pa\nAs fsr as the watch and chain\nI drop some change\nIts easy for me to cop them things\nAnd I don't stop\nI got rocks and rings\nYou know, the same size as a boxing ring\nSwim