Jay-Z (feat. Beyonce) "Bonnie and Clyde"
Альбом: Blueprint 2

Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get 'em..

Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside - high, way
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
all of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City"
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you Hermes Burkin Bag
Minolo Blohnik Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
so don't let the necessary occur, yep!

(Talk to 'em
If I was your girlfried
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that somebody was me
Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

Alicia Keys "Karma"
Альбом: The Diary Of Alicia Keys

Weren't you the one that said, that you don't want me anymore.
And how you need your space, and give the keys back to your door.
And how I cried and tried and tried to make you stay with me.
But still you said that love was gone, and that I had to leave.
Now you, talkin bout a family
Now you, sayin I complete your dream
Now you, sayin I'm your everything
You confusin me
What you say to me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me.
Cause what goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back
I remember when
I was sittin home alone
Waitin for you
Til 3 o'clock in the morn
And when you came home, you'd always have some sorry excuse.
And explainin to me, like I'm just some kinda fool
I sacrifice the things I want to and do things for you
But when it's time to do for me, you never come through
Now you, wanna be a bond of me (eyyy)
Now you, have so much to say to me (heyy)
Now you, wanna make time for me
What you do to me.
You confusin me
Don't play with me
Don't play with me.
Cause what goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back
I remember when
I was sittin home alone
Waitin for you
Til 3 o'clock in the morn
Night after night
Knowin sumthing goin on
Wasn't home befo me
You was,you was gone
Lord knows it wasn't easy, but believe me.
Never thought you'd be the one that would deceived me.
And never do wha u was supposed to do
No need to hose me fool, cause I'm ova you
Cause what goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
Gotta stop tryin, to come back to me
What goes around, comes around.
What goes up, must come down.
It's called Karma baby.
And it goes around.
What goes around, comes around,
What goes up, must comes down,
Now who's cryin, desirin to come back to me

Akon "Ghetto"
Альбом: Trouble

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin

[verse one]

These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand)
When your on it you'll keep goin down (goin down)
And there's noone to hold on too
And there's noone to pull you out
You keep on fallin (falling)
And noone can here you callin
So you end up self destructing
On the corner with the tuli on the waist tight just got outta the bing doin stay time

You are viewing lyrics of Ghetto by AKON from the album Trouble (2004) at LyricsAndSongs.COM

Teeth marks on my back from the canine
Dark Memories of when there was no sunshine
Cause they said that I wouldn't make it
(I remember like yesterday)
Holdin on to what god gave me

[chorus]

Cause thats the life when ur
Living in the (ghetto)and
Eating in the (ghetto)or
Sleeping in the (ghetto) (ghetto)
Cause thats the life when ur
Living in the (ghetto)and
Eating in the (ghetto)or
Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

[verse two]

No need to cherish luxuries (cause everythin' come and go)
Even the life that you have is borrowed
(Cause your not promised tomorrow)
So life your life as if everydays' gon be your last
Once you move forward can't go back
Best prepare to remove your past

Cause ya gotta be willin to pray
Yea There gotta be (there gotta be) a better way oh
Yea ya gotta be willing to pray
Cause there gotta be (there gotta be) a better day (ay)

Whoever said that this drama would stop today
A lot of niggers dead or locked away
Teenage Women growing up with aids

[chorus]

Cause thats the life when your
Living in the (ghetto) oh
Eating in the (ghetto) or
Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto)
Thats the life when ur
Living in the (ghetto)oh
Eating in the (ghetto) or
Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

[bridge]

Gun shots every night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got kids to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

[chorus]

Thats the life when your
Living in the (ghetto)oh
Living by the (ghetto)oh
Eating in the (ghetto, ghetto)
Thats the life when your
Living in the (ghetto)oh
Sleeping in the (ghetto)
Living in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

(wooohhoohh

Akon (feat. Eminem) "Smack That"
Альбом: Konvicted

Shady
Convict
Up front
Akon
Slim Shady
I see the one
cuz she be that lady

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.

Up front style. Ready to attack now.
Pull in the parking lot slow with the lack down.
Convicts got the whole thing packed down.
Step in the club. The wardrobe intact now.
I feel it. Go on and crack now.
Ooh, I see it. Don't let back now.
Im'a call her. Then I put the mack down.
Money? No problem. Pocket full of that now.

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.

Ooh! Looks like another club banger.
They better hang on.
When I throw this thang on.
Get a little drink on. They goin' flip.
For this Akon shit. You can bank on it.
Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws.
The way she climbs up and down them poles.
Lookin' like one of them Pretty Cat Dolls.
Tryna hold my woody back through my drawers.
Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her.
Creeps up behind me and she's like, you're -
I'm like, yeah I know, let's cut to the chase.
No time to waste. Back to my place.
Plus from the club to the crib's like a mile away.
Or more like a palace, shall I say.
And plus I got a pal. Every gal is game.
In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing!
(Akon!)

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh

Eminem's rollin', D an' them rollin'.
Boo an' Oh Marvelous an' them rollin'.
Women just hoin'.
Big booty rollin'.
Soon I be all in them an' throwin D.
Hittin' no less than 3.
Block will style like wee, wee.
Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately.

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.

50 Cent "P.I.M.P."
Альбом: Get Rich or Die Tryin'

(Chorus)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Repeat)

(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

(Chorus)

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

50 Cent (feat. Nate Dogg) "21 Questions"
Альбом: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

[50 Cent - singing]
New York City!
You are now rapping... with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist the lye
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe

[Nate Dogg ]
Girl... it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl... it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

[50 Cent]
If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century
could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hooptie from a Benz
would you poof, and disappear, like some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap, you chill and drive
I'm askin questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin me?
In the bed if I used my tongue, would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter, would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

[Nate Dogg]
Girl... it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl... it's easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

[50 Cent]
Now would you leave me if your father, found out I was thuggin?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm lovin?
Are you mad cause I'm askin you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? Cause if so, girl you're a blessin
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see
and when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
would you believe me, or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
We only humans girl we make mistakes
To make it up I'll do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style, I'll say anything to make you smile

[Nate Dogg]
Girl... it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl... it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

50 Cent "If I Can't"
Альбом: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cause I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that what you want?
Be easy nigga, I lay your ass out
Be-lieve me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yea!)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent] + (Dr. Dre)
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack 'em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap 'em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO look who crept in with the FO'FO'
20 inch rims sittin on LOW-PRO
Eastside, Westside niggaz ALL KNOW, I'm LO-CO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz dont rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much jack, I'll blow 'em off the map
With the mack, thinkin it's all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"
(It's a wrap, nigga)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin I have to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is +God's Plan+ homey, this aint mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw her two cents
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand and think nothin of it
Fuck it

[Hook] - repeat 2X

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr. Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha

50 Cent "What Up Gangsta"
Альбом: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

[50 Cent]
G-Unit (bo!) We in here (bo!)
We can get the drama poppin we don't care (bo! bo! bo!)
It's going down (bo!) Cause I'm around (bo!)
50 Cent, you know how I gets down.. down

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What up, blood? (What)
What up, cuz? (What)
What up, blood? (What)
What up, gangstaaah?

[Verse One]
They say I walk around like got a 'S' on my chest
Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest
I try not to say nothin the D.A., might want to play in court
But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport
Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya
You gettin money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya
I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I.
I'm the type to kill your connect when the coke price rise
Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me
I grew up around some niggaz that's not my homies
Hundred G's I stash it (what) the mack I blast it (yeah)
D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid
This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it
Chokes me, I'll have your mama pickin out your casket, bastard
I'm on the next level, right lane forget bezzle
Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, blood (what)

[Chorus] - (first time w/o first line)

[Bridge]
We don't play that, we don't play that, we don't play that
(G-Unit) We don't play around

[Verse Twi]
I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder
When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger?
When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder
In December I'll make your block feel like summer
The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine
Any chick I fuck with is a dime
I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own
Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone
Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinkin I won't touch ya
I'll have your ass usin a wheelchair, cane or crutches
Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us
Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chuckers

[Chorus]

[Bridge] - repeat 4X

Gwen Stefani "Hollaback Girl"
Альбом: Love, Angel, Music, Baby

Uh huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x]

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x]

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student-teachers
All the boys want to be the winner, but there can only be one
So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That's right, I'm the last one standing, another one bites the dust

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x]

Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
[4x]

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just goin' to happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl
[2x]

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [4x]

Game "Troublesome"
Альбом: West Coast Resurrection

[Chorus 2X: The Game]
Real gangstas stand up, hold they dick
Bitch niggaz sit down to piss - what type of nigga is you?
I'm the type to pack a gat or few
Pull out and pop, simply cause I'm mad at you

[The Game]
Y'all niggaz see me when I'm come through; and ain't no denyin
that them big motherfuckers is twenty-five
Swayin in and out of white line, six double-oh
Deuce zeroes, I'm feelin like the streets is mine
Mines hustle, mucho dinero, heat's confined
See more fall guys than Foreman/Ali combined
If there's beef, I'm releasin mine
And I won't stop bustin 'til them Escalade seats recline
The kid roll with a greasy nine, come through and blast
I return shots like Arthur Ashe
You do the math, ten shots, ten dead bodies
Fuck bein sorry, it ain't nuttin but a gangsta party
And I'll make sure ain't a nigga survivin
Shoot up the ambulance, make sure it ain't a nigga there to revive him
And the Game ain't tryin to win, fuck the awards
So keep that little-ass horn, and that Neil Armstrong nigga

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Trust me dog, ain't shit you can put in your rap
that'll make you a gangsta, you a bitch and that's that
Niggaz thinkin I retired my Chuck, put the gun back in the holsters
Cause I weave through traffic in a roaster
But that don't stop the heater from bangin, or me comin through
Droppin all y'all niggaz with three in the chamber
Keep two mac-10's when I'm rollin, one in the changer
One when I push the button's right next to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with the aim
Good with the handle and the bullet's good with the bloodstains
And the coroner's real good with that pickup
A1 good with the carpet cleaning, they can get the rest of that shit up
Cause I kill like the hiccups, two at a time
Put you niggaz next to each other how I do 'em in line

[Chorus]

[The Game]
Come through in a big boy, leave the bullshit at home
If beef cook then I'm bringin the chrome
If I die then I'm leavin a clone; but if I live
through the drama one mo' time then them boys gotta dig
When I think about who shot me, I listen to Big
When I'm rhymin on the road, I listen to Jig
Bump Nas off that purple, sittin on the block
And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac
A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns
than F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S got jerseys
And you might get 'em all in the face when shit get thick
Make the back of your head look like Jerome Kearsey
And ain't nuttin to do a driveby in the hood
We ain't even got survival, but I'ma still take that ride
Bet my drink on it, bet my main squeeze mink on it
Think this shit a joke? Bet the S-5 pink on it

[Chorus]

Akon "Gangsta"
Альбом: Trouble

[Daddy T speaking]

Oooooooooo

[Chorus in the background]

Alert, alert this is an upfront street bulletin
Coming live from FA
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
If you are a gangster and you confessing you kill a nigger on record
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
You a stupid matcher fucker
(Gangster, gangster, gangster)
This goes out to you fake gangsters
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
I see you nigger
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
Nigger we all se you
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
We working you mother fuckar
Gangster, gangster, gangster

[Verse 1]
[Akon]

Yo don't make me oohh
(Gangster, gangster, gangster)
Nigger don't make me have to step up in the club
Whit my dogs show all you mater fuckers how we ball (yeah)
Nigger don't make me show how I can violet the law
Get your woman go up in the bar (oh)
Dog how love me
Why don't you show me?
(Look bitch you just a punk)
And that how she be
But niggers wanna hand of l.o.v.e (yeah)
Steady claming like the are pimp
But will never go free (se you)
Say that ain't gangster (Na nigger)
Niggers fronting like they hard
But I know their pussy from the start
Man that ain't gangster (Na)
Still in the projects
But I spend hundred tausuend a car (yeah)
I rather have a crib in Miami whit a boat (whit a boat nigger)
Full of all mi niggers on so we don't go broke
Yeah show them the ropes
Sticking together niggers try to cope
Any one steep in the way will get chock
(Soo)

[Chorus]
[Daddy T]

You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
Gangster, gangster, gangster
(Aha) (Aha)
Aha)
Don't make mee
Bring out the other side in mee
So I her you think your gangster (heeh)
Don't you wane be
Gangster, gangster, gangster

[Verse 2]
[Pickelh]

Yeah fuck nigger
I see you peeking eyes when I strolle
I see you just by flashing
Pulling them hoe's (yeah man)
Cuss I'm a player like I'm suppose to be
Hoe's on a nigger like it's suppose to be (yeah)
You a sucker so you hate like hoe's to me
And next change get your head crackt to the white man (oohh) (Aha)
I try to keep it fly but this pussy nigger tempt me (don't tempt me)
Breaking the sweet
Swear this brother ain't classy (no)

Noo that's really killing my pimping (yeah nigger)
I mean really, really killing my pimping (really, really)
Look what you gone made Iceberg do
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call my boys and start down crew (ooh)
And we will kick that ass nigger (yeah we will)
And we will I say kick that ass nigger (o yeah we will)
And tell you hore she can come to my place (yeah)
After she burn it up fore fucking up you face

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
[Pickelh]

Now it's a got dame shame Pickelh
What you did too that man (watch out)
I guess that pussy nigger though I was playing (yeah)
I try to tell him but he like fuck what you say (fuck you man)
Watch you mouth, you understanding
He like fuck what you say (fuck you man)
Oh this pussy nigger flicks me in front this hoe's and shit (kick his ass nigger)
So I spun on this nigger they notis it (Ooh) (kick his ass nigger)
Oh you think I give a fuck what your focus is (Step up nigger)
So I look at the next man like step up bitch
Cuss if it's going down
It's been around
Spiting from my chamber (POW)
Like David Banner you don't like me when I'm anger (whaah)
Destruct to your whole ville don't make me have to change you (ahe)
In too a stranger and damage your soul

[Chorus]

[Talking in the background]
[Daddy T]

Yeah I see you gangsters,
All you fake ass gangsters
You don't have the hart nigger
Survive in the streets
Ask my nigger down in Right Street niggers
Ask my niggers in Re ville
Ask my niggers down at wilks
Ask my nigger at Hart feel nigger
Ask my nigger in Altoes
All my reel niggers Aha
Living life fore this shit
And you just want scream it out on a record nigger
You want respect you got too urn respect nigger
Work hard for what you get in life nigger
Fuck you punk nigger
Eat a dick and die slow
Now get the fuck out of my house

You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
Gangster, gangster, gangster
(Aha) (Aha)
(Aha)

Akon "Easy Road"
Альбом: Trouble

[Refrain:]
I won't, i won't, i won't, i won't cause i came too far

[Verse 1:]
I trying to know what's going on
Echoes on my cellular phone
I know this couple i don't missing
Could it be the first still listening
See i gat to beat those kisses
Ain't time for the miscelleneous
And they proceed to keep on watching
Cause i've seen them lately
Interrogated my mum
Locked up her for my crew
But i can guarante one thing that t won't let you.

[chorus:]
I won't let you lock me down
I won't let you push me round
I won't let you stop me now
I won't cause i came too far
I won't let you rool my day
I won't let you stop my pay
I won't no not today
I won't cause i came too far

[verse 2:]
Devil's always watchin' me (watching me)
Evil's alwaysstopping me (stopping me)
God has been protecting me (protecting me)
And that's how i gat this far
Cause when you ook at me you'll see an angel
Can't believe i've been through half the things that i went through
Cause everyday i see a face (my face)
This come true by the human race (my race)
Please don't you judge me unless you know me
Cause i won't let you

[CHORUS]

[Bridge:]
Came too far to turn back now (too far) 2ce
Ain't nobody goin' stop me (can stop me) 2ce
Came too far to turn back now (too far) 2ce
Ain't nobody goin' stop me (can stop me) 2ce

[CHORUS]

I won't [to fade]

Akon "Lonely"
Альбом: Trouble

Lonely im so lonely,
I have nobody,
To call my owwnnn
Im so lonely, im mr. Lonely
I have nobody,
To call my owwnnn
Im so lonely,

Yo this one here goes out to all my playas out there ya kno got to have one good girl whose always been there like ya
Kno took all the bullshit then one day she cant take it no more and decides to leave

I woke up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't by my side, coulda sworn I was dreamin, for her I was
Feenin, so I hadda take a little ride, back tracking ova these few years, tryna figure out wat I do to make it go bad, cuz
Ever since my girl left me, my whole life came crashin

Im so lonely (so lonely),
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Cant belive I hadda girl like you and I just let you walk right outta my life, after all I put u thru u still stuck
Around and stayed by my side, what really hurt me is I broke ur heart, baby you were a good girl and I had no right, I
Really wanna make things right, cuz without u in my life girl

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody to call my own)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girl

Been all about the world ain't neva met a girl that can take the things that you been through
Never thought the day would come where you would get up and run and I would be out chasing u
Cuz aint nowhere in the globe id rather be, aint noone in the globe id rather see then the girl of my dreams that made me
Be so happy but now so lonely

So lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own)

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girrll

Never thought that id be alone, I didnt hope you'd be gone this long, I jus want u to call my phone, so stop playing girl and
Come on home (come on home), baby girl I didn't mean to shout, I want me and you to work it out, I never wished Id ever
Hurt my baby, and its drivin me crazy cuz...

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own)

Im so lonely (so lonely)
Im mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
To call my own (to call my own) girll

Lonely, so lonely
So lonely, (so lonely),
Mr. Lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, (so lonely), Mr. Lonely

Akon "Show Out"
Альбом: Trouble

Akon, show out (show out); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES show out (show out)

I'm sure that the streets are watching me
Rather not run when the cops are stopping me
Pulled over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks are jockin me
Ferrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss sitting on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me (ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You wanna hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo

Don't tempt me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head
Cause you don't really wanna see me show out (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma 24's on these (show out)
Yo playa don't make me (show out)
Cause You don't really wanna see me (show out)
Akon got a crew so deep (show out)
From the West Indies to over seas (show out)
Yo mammi don't make me (show out)

It's all good but I'm still in the hood
Like right around the corner cause its all in my brain
A nice crib on the hill of Hollywood but the ghetto mind stayin
Ain't a damn thing changed
It's funny how people switch when they get rich
Spend it all on chicks
Hundred-thousand dollar car for what
These bitches
Ten million dollar crib for what
These bitches
Five thousand dollar suits for what
These bitches
Should of known but they only out for your riches
Some freaks need to be dealt with
Spread 'em and smack 'em backwards
With a stick
I guarantee she'll do what you say
Yeah daddy, no daddy, ok

Don't tempt me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head
Cause you don't really wanna see me show out (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma 24's on these (show out)
Yo playa don't make me (show out)
Cause You don't really wanna see me (show out)
Akon got a crew so deep (show out)
>From the West Indies to over seas (show out)
It aint happenin
Yo mammi don't make me (show out)
Its gonna make me (show out)
Ya'll niggas gonna make me (show out)
Ya'll chickens gonna make me (show out)
Cuz this some real shit
Don't make me pull your card ya'll niggas gonna make me (show out)
(ya'll niggas) Ya'll niggas gonna make me (show out)
(Ya'll chickens) Ya'll chickens gonna make me (show out)
Cuz this some real shit
Don't make me pull your card now (come on now)

Cause you don't really wanna see me (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma 24's on these (show out)
Hey yo don't make me (show out)
Cause you don't really wanna see me (show out)
Akon got a crew so deep (show out)
>From the West Indies to overseas (show out)
Yo baby don't make me (show out)
Don't make me (no)
Show out (show out)

Ashanti (feat. Ja Rule) "Turn It Up"
Альбом: Concrete Rose

[Chorus: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
(Ashanti:) We're gonna party through the night (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
(Ashanti:) Don't you wanna drink and dance tonight (Irv Gotti: OH!)?
(Ashanti:) Don't try to be too cute tonight (Irv Gotti: GOTTA LOOSEN UP!).
(Ashanti:) Let the beat drop, and make ya feel (AHHH SO GOOD!)

[Verse 1: Ashanti]
I got the finest thang,
That thang to make me feel good tonight, ohh so good tonight.
Got my girls with me, we goin' tear down this thing tonight,
Down this thing tonight!!!

[Bridge: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
All my ladies lookin' hot, to death and swingin'
Everything right to left.
And everybody in the place has got that look upon their face
Like all I wanna do is party,
Let that sweat drip off my body.
So here's what I'll do… (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).

[Chorus: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
(Ashanti:) We're gonna party through the night (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
(Ashanti:) Don't you wanna drink and dance tonight (Irv Gotti: OH!)?
(Ashanti:) Don't try to be too cute tonight (Irv Gotti: GOTTA LOOSEN UP!).
(Ashanti:) Let the beat drop, and make ya feel (AHHH SO GOOD!)

[Verse 2: AshantI [and Irv Gotti]
I just feel like I, could float all the way up to the sky (Irv Gotti: OH!),
and come back feeling right (Irv Gotti: OH, OH, OH!)…
Now this is something I usually don't do,
but I just might get wit you tonight, hey-hey.

[Bridge: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
All my ladies lookin' hot, to death and swingin'
Everything right to left.
And everybody in the place has got that look upon their face
Like all I wanna do is party,
Let that sweat drip off my body.
So here's what I'll do… (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).

[Chorus: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
(Ashanti:) We're gonna party through the night (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
(Ashanti:) Don't you wanna drink and dance tonight (Irv Gotti: OH!)?
(Ashanti:) Don't try to be too cute tonight (Irv Gotti: GOTTA LOOSEN UP!).
(Ashanti:) Let the beat drop, and make ya feel (AHHH SO GOOD!)

[JR:] Rule... (JUST LOOSEN UP!)

[Rap: Verse 3: Ja Rule and Ashanti]
And button down your button-ups.
We done goin' in the club, let's tear that club up.
It gets just so hot in here, cool me down spray some OJ and Velvadir,
Over the rocks while the crowd is rockin'.
Everybody rollin' like my life I wouldn't stop
Let's all toast to the highest and utmost
The rule and the (Ashanti: princess).
And everybody with a two step (Ashanti: get up dance),
And all my gangstas that don't dance (Ashanti: lean back).
Cause this is gangstafied, soon as I testify.
We all wanna party through the night,
And any ladies that look cute tonight
Send em my way, I'll show them how to loosen up get in da party, mood
Baby the name is rule, R-U-L-E, reppin' I-N-C.

[Chorus: AshantI and Irv Gotti]
(Ashanti:) We're gonna party through the night (Irv Gotti: TURN IT UP!).
(Ashanti:) Don't you wanna drink and dance tonight (Irv Gotti: OH!)?
(Ashanti:) Don't try to be too cute tonight (Irv Gotti: GOTTA LOOSEN UP!).
(Ashanti:) Let the beat drop, and make ya feel (AHHH SO GOOD!)

[Outro: Ashanti]
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah…

Ashanti "So Hot"
Альбом: Concrete Rose

(chorus) you drive me crazy
so I wanna take it to the top
ohh can you make it so hot so hot 2x

let the fire burn baby
cuz I wanna get close tonight
baby wen you come inside
dont forget to turn off the light
come on over lemme make a little rooom
meaning to hold you real real tight
you kissing on my shoulders over and over and over and everything is rite cuz baby only you

(chorus) you drive me crazy
so I wanna take it to the top
ohh can you make it so hot so hot 2x

now let the water run baby
you can fill it up to the rim
and when it bublles all over
baby lets get in
and I cant help but lookin in your eyes
and wanting to show you these things I like
with your hands inside mine and your lips against mine
I almost wanna cry cuz baby only you

(chorus) you drive me crazy
so I wanna take it to the top
ohh can you make it so hot so hot 2x

see nobody ever made me lose my mind
and I'm so addicted to you babe
I wanna say your name
make me say your name
cuz your driving me crazy
you kno that you make me let go of wateva I'm scared of
when I am around you, only you

(chorus) you drive me crazy
so I wanna take it to the top
ohh can you make it so hot so hot 2x

I dont wanna stop
baby cuz your so hot
do it when its right
give it to me all night
I just wanna love
everything about you
sent you from above
and I'm glad I found you 2x

(chorus) you drive me crazy
so I wanna take it to the top
ohh can you make it so hot so hot 2x

Ashanti "Thank You"
Альбом: Ashanti

I just wanna say that I'm thanklul for having you in my life,
I wanna say thank you,
Oh, I wanna say,
I wanna thank you for being in my life,
I wanna say thank you.
and I miss you,
and I wish you were here with me saying thank you,
and I love you for being in my life.
I don't know
I don't know,
I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you in my life,
In my life,
I wanna say thank you,
I love you and I miss you,
I just wanna say thank you,
I love you and I miss you

Ashanti "Call"
Альбом: Ashanti

[Chorus]
When you call I come running baby,
baby when you call I'll be right there baby, baby when you
call I come running baby, baby
when you call I'll be right.
[Verse 1]
I know you feel the chemistry
What's the deal with you and me I know you feel the chemistry,
I can tell what's on your mind,
the same thing that's on mine,
oooh I feel it coming on the way I feel it baby it just can't be
wrong ooooh! I want you needing me
and I'll come running baby that's the way it's gonna be.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Tell me do you think of me, with you is where I wanna be cause,
boy I got you on my brain, I
know you feel the same ooooooh! I feel it coming on,
the way I feel it baby it just can't be
wrong oooooh! I want you needing me,
and I'll come running baby that's the way it's gonna be.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Oh no baby I can't stop baby
Oh no baby I can't stop baby
Oh no baby I can't stop baby
Oh no
baby I can't stop baby.
Oooooh! I feel it coming on, the way I feel it baby it just can't be
wrong ooooh! I want you needing me,
and I'll come running baby that't the way it's gonna be.
[Chorus]
Just call on me baby
Oh no baby I can't stop baby
Oh no baby I can't stop baby
Oh no baby I can't stop baby
Oh no
baby I can't stop baby baby

Ja Rule (feat. Ashanti) "What's My Name"
Альбом: R.U.L.E.

[18 second intro about the Bible]

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah (woo!) woo (we here, geah)
C'mon (we ain't goin nowhere, c'mon)
Remix, c'mon
(now, this is Jimmy Cliff Notes)
(I'ma run through the roster man)
Let 'em know (on Murder INC)
Uhh (startin with Ashanti - owwwwwtch!)

[Chorus: Ashanti] + (Ja)
J-A-R (yeah) U-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-R, U-L-E (what's my name, nigga?)
(Who'da thought this wouldn't, beeeee)
(Everybody with me say)

[Ja Rule]
Holla!! I'm back
Anyone with good sense bet on that
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my bitches get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT ASS, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go, goin, gone, sold
What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) Y'all know
that I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches
And it's murder 'til day that I die, can't spit it no more
All my niggaz that tusslin, get yours
All my bitches that's makin money, get yours
The world ain't only mine, it's yours
And I'm sure
That, there's no love if you don't go through pain
And I'm the nigga that done changed the game
What's my name?

[Chorus] w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs

[Ja Rule]
Who's that nigga?
If you feelin yourself youse that nigga, tryin to get hit up
Buried in cat litter cause that's how INC get up
Makin sure they don't get up, it's murder
Who's that bitch?
If you feelin yourself youse that bitch, tryin to get rich
Dyin to get hitched to a nigga that's caked up
Willin to spend time and even more at Jacob
But you assume position, face down, ass up
And I think I got you in that same pose pinned up
In a picture painted frame been hangin love
Ass naked, lookin like you're high on drugs
And that's whassup, what, all bitch niggaz is gettin touched
And no bad bitches is gettin fucked
Cause you know who, did you know what, if you know what's
Then you know it's not a game, what's my name?

[Chorus] w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs

[Ja Rule] + (Ashanti)
Ba-by girl, is you with me? Shit (yes sir!)
Sayin all of that without speakin a word
(I like) to do this that and a third
(And I love) the way you put in reverse
And now clap for me mami, clap back, keep it swervin
Wide body had to be built by suburban
Niggaz around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em
Niggaz around me wanna rob him and leave him
But I'm partyin tonight for one reason
Niggaz know that the bullshit was dead on the streets
Niggaz I'm gettin high, gettin head as we speak
Long live the great ones, B.I.G, P.A.C.
I'm "Ready to Die," "All Eyez on Me"
And niggaz know they can do it the same
But still they try to diss, that's part of the game
What's my name?

[Chorus] w/ same as before

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah
Murder INC, all my family we here
Big shout to all my niggaz
All my crud niggaz, all my street niggaz, all my grime niggaz
All my industry niggaz, all my corporate niggaz
It's love, it's pain, and we together mayn
Holla back at me, uhh

Lloyd (feat. Ashanti & Scarface) "Southside (Remix)"
Альбом: Southside

[Scarface]
My southside, my getbak
My heartbreaks, my karmas
My set backs, my home town
My life time, my sun up
My sundown, my everything
My used to be, my has been
My love line, my blood line
Memories come flashin'
My neibougherhood, ma old g's
The young niggas behind me
The don't spread, the hussle hard
These bitches that remind me
Stay up all ma hussle hard
Cuz people love to see you fail
Hate to see you gettin green
(?) got a shitty smell
Walkin far if i got mo booze
Yea your hats still to the back
Ain't no (?)
Got a pocket full of crack
Lock it up and get a jacket
Ain't no commin back from now
You wrapped up on the party line
Out here we acceptin (?)
Southside

[Lloyd]
Tell ya daddy stop his hating
Cuz I be wearing braids and rockin jerseys daily
But that dont mean im thuggin though
He dont want me with you
But I aint tryna hear it though
Not tryna hear it though

[Ashanti]
But I know that if he knew you
He would understand ya
Know that your my man and
He would never hurt me no
Let me come and see you
So that we can be alone, alone
(Baby I know a place that we can go and be alone)
As long as you make sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry baby)

[Lloyd/Ashanti]
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in the hoodbug
I know what I'm doin cause
That's where we'll be eating on the low (eating on the low)
Meet me at the southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that mah boys goin have my back (yeah-eeh-yeah)
Only at the southside girl (southside, eh-eeh-eh)
Southside

[Lloyd]
Girl I'll know that we can make it
Cause we won't let him break it
I don't care who with it
Its you and me against the world
Tell me those three words that
Lets me know you're still my girl
Oh Baby, yeah

[Ashanti]
Oh I swear I'll never leave you (why)
People have lied to yah
But by your side I'll show yah
The way a girl needs to roll
You don't need a lot of money
I'm ready come pick me up (pick me up)
(Baby I know a place that we can go to be alone, yeah)
As long as you make sure that you safely get me home
(Don't worry baby)

[Lloyd/Ashanti]
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in the hoodbug
I know what I'm doin cause
That's where we'll be eating on the low (eating on the low)
Meet me at the southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that mah boys goin have my back (yeah-eeh-yeah)
Only at the southside girl (southside, eh-eeh-eh)
Southside

[Scarface]
I live for, to die for i
Clip it up, drive by
Windows down, ride by
Niggas know ma pedigree
Can neva be denyed by
Always gon be southside
New years day with a crowds (?)
All the way to new years eve
Drink ma beer, blow my green
Touchin in a state of mind
In this here great state of mine
Took ma chances, played tha line
Bet it, 20 more i shoot
It dont matta, win or loose
Love ya dawg, know i do
Holla way, we rollin' thru

[Lloyd/Ashanti]
Cause all I want to do, is ride the south wit you
(Ooooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-hooh-hoh-ooooh-oooooh)
ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya

Meet me at the southside (You can come and meet me yeah-eeh-yeah, yeah)
Get you home by midnight (midnight)
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (oh, no-no-no)
I'll put you in the hoodbug
I know what I'm doin cause
That's where we'll be eating on the low (meet me at the southside yeah)

Meet me at the southside, southside
Baby we can go hide
Knowin that mah boys goin have my back
Only at the southside girl, gotchu in tha hood (got me in tha hood)
Southside, but it's all good (we goin chill)

ATL Georgia, what do we do for ya
Pull down like we george town holdas
(Can you pick me up tonight, take me anywhere you like)
Shorty let's ride, in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Tilt yo seat back
And everything'll be coo (yeah)
Side girl (yeah)
Alright (oooh-oh-no, no-ooh-hooh)
So what you wann do (we goin kick it tonight)
(yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, only at the southside)
I know it, that you ain't used to this country boy
But I'll show ya (Show me)
Ain't nuttin but a thing (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Chicken wings on string (baby-baby-baby)
That's how I hang (only at the southside, southside, southside)

Ja Rule (feat. Ashanti) "Never Thought"
Альбом: R.U.L.E.

[Intro - Ashanti] (Ja Rule talking)
I never thought, that I'd be, without you (let me talk to you for a minute)
why me? why me?
I never thought, that I'd be, without you why me? why me?

[Chorus - Ashanti] + (Ja Rule)
I never thought (that you would fall in love with the sight of me first)
That I'd be (intrigued with the thought of the of "The Gift and The Curse")
Without You (and now your heart broken is makin it worse)
Why Me? (Why Me?)
I never thought (that you would be involved with a nigga like I)
That I'd Be (scared to look passion right in its eyes)
Without You (and when you found love it was nothing but lies)
Why Me? (Why?)
I Never Thought

[Ja Rule]
What the fuck is your hobby mami? highway robbery?
Cause you got enough jewelrey on your body to buy a Ferari
I'm like Ruben "I'm Sorry" but I don't stutter
Matter call me Frank love cause I'll let her fuck ya
She said "slow baby don't rush, I promise if you be patient
i'll let you tear it up" and nigga sho nuff
We decided to keep in touch with each other ya feel me?
I didnt know that me touchin would lead to her catchin feelings
I'm Serrious and I'm so Sincerre, my object is to stay in the clear
Cause we find, fuck then flee these broads round here
I done made so many women shed so many tears
Sittin home all alone gettin drunk off of shots of Vedron
Decided to call let her feelins be known in a slurred tone
She said "I always get what I want and all I want is you"
But I don't get it cause

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Girl our situation is getting a little out of my hands
You calling me constant tellin bitches that I'm your man
I thought we was just friends conversating
Getting to know one another on a friendly basis
Lets face it, we from two different worlds that don't collide
But when they do the crash is small like a facad
Your favorite season is Beghotti and mine is Summer
You use credit I rubberband wrap my hundreds
We got in common is minumum right next to nothing
And I think thats what sumblimaly keeping you coming
Back to the one you been fuckin but never thought you'd be fuckin
How often do you think about akwardness of it?
I know you love it to say the least and I ain't just sayin
That contrary to some beliefs I present the track
And my track record is something to be expected
Money, Cash, Hoes you know how it goes

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Who would've thought that something so simple
Would turn out to be dentramental now I'm feeling
Like I'm caught in the middle of this love triangle
Between she, me and reality, and reality is telling
Us that we could never be, cause I come from the streets
And you come from a rich family, but I don't think that your
Family would understand me, It's just them little things you overlook
When you're around me drugs, guns, bitches and needless to say
You're a pimp in your own way baby you're making it hard
For me to look you in your eyes and tell you to move on
I'm Gone (I'm Gone) but then I'm back again
Money and good pussy is a "Fatal Attraction"
From then she hits me everynight quarter past 10
And with every call her voice got a little more tense
Now we involved and it really don't make no sense
So be careful what you ask for you just might get it BIOCTH!!!

[Chorus]

50 Cent "In My Hood"
Альбом: The Massacre

[50 Cent]
Niggaz screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef (nah)
I cock that, aim that shit out the window and spray
There ain't a shell left in my heat
Y'all niggaz better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
You get hit with AK round, your ass ain't gon' make it
You niggaz'll get laid out, your blood and your brains out
Have you on the concrete ship already sinkin
I'm from Southside motherfucker, where them gats explode
If you feel like you're on fire, boy drop and roll
Niggaz'll eat yo' ass up, cause they heart turned cold
Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load
The party jump, shorty bouncin that ass, I want her
Gimme a second I'ma holla I'ma see whassup
I got my razor in my hand, got my pistol in the trunk (uh-huh)
Carve your ass up nice you play me like a punk

[Chorus: 50 Cent singing]
In my hood - niggaz got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hood - a little 'dro, a little Hennessy
and niggaz just don't know how to act
In my hood - niggaz is gri-mey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood - niggaz might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back

[50 Cent]
In my hood... I don't trust a muh'fuckin soul
When the D's come they fold, on my first case they told
Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth
Niggaz'll come to your place, put a gun in your face
Tell you open the safe, as your heart start to race
Cause a robbery could turn into a homo' case
Co-operate, or Doc'll have to operate
Niggaz I'll pop you, run a light then pop at Jake
Trust me son, niggaz'll go hard for that cake
These thirsty niggaz are lurkin, you'll have to catch 'em and merk 'em
I'm observin in my hood, cause niggaz be dumbin
Shots forfeit the dice game, all you see is the runnin
They make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck I'm 'sposed to eat when it's hot?

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
In my hood - the house party off the hook until them shots go off
Well that's what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
Up, you shit out of luck if niggaz catch you slippin (uh-huh)
Crack money slow so you know niggaz is trippin (yeah)
Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley (ahh)
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggaz where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
{*click-clack, BLAM*} You know not to do good now

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
In my hood...

50 Cent "Ski Mask Way"
Альбом: The Massacre

[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm tryin to catch me somethin
A little jux or somethin

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me?
That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me?
Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, the ski mask way
Make money, make money money money
Nigga if you ask me, this the only way
Take money, take money money money

[Verse One]
You wan' spray at me go 'head; the last nigga that tried
got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died
Your lil' sister callin me stupid, reason why
her and your momma in the living room now hogtied
I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait
Got a brand new cig in that ol' 38
I be schemin to put a lil' bread on my plate
Watch and dressers, look through a hole in the cake
I stick a nigga for his sign, sell him back the next day
You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch please
This is stashhouse, jackpot, there go them ki's
My black G-Unit hoodie just wreak with marijuana
Cocaine comin out my pores in the sauna
I'm serious man, I'm so sincere
This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffrey's career
Make money, take money, yeah nigga, YEAH

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Who's that peepin in my window - WOW, the feds on me now
They know when I'm sleepin, they know when I'm wake
I know they got my phone tapper, I'm screamin fuck Jake
I'm tryin to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad News, VA - now that sounds great
I see niggaz with that ice on, rims shined up
This town's one big pussy, waitin to get fucked
I holla at AI peoples to get gats
They charge me 500 apiece for two macs
Then I'm back doin me, I'm back out on the spree
Catch me a nigga slippin out pumpin that D
Get me a little crew I'll have 'em pumpin for me
The more product I take the more paper we see
Change my name, in NY they don't know where I be
Yeah a nigga doin dirt but a nigga low-key

[Chorus]

50 Cent (feat. Olivia) "So Amazing"
Альбом: The Massacre

[Chorus: Olivia]
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
I'll be around to catch your call
Cuz you're my baby (you're my baby)
And I adore you
You always brighten up my day
I'll never ever let you wait
Cuz you're my baby (you're my baby)
And you're amazing (so amazing)

[50 Cent]
I'm from, city to city, to show to show
See me I been grinding across the globe
I hustle hard to get the grip fa'sho
So when I make time to call you, you should pick up the phone
Tell me, what's on your mind when you alone
I have you touching on yaself, girl all in the zone
Now if I turned you on
With things I say, would I be wrong?
Then I don't wanna be right
Matter of fact, I'd be on the next flight
Trying to get it on with you tonight
Do the things you like
Touch the right spot, have ya piping hot
While the wind blow through ya hair in the drop
Just lay back, relax to the sounds of the sex
And let me do what I do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after it's all over
In the morning, roll over and we can start over

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Yeah, I called just to say
"Hope you're having a nice day"
You're special, I'd get into you
Oops, I mean I'm into you
Every chance I get, I find time to spend with you
Jet to bring you to me, just to watch a movie
Better yet, to watch you climb into the jacuzzi
Yeah, Bubbles in the bath, Don in the glass
Funny how time flies when you full of laughs
It's fun, but before long, a nigga gotta dash
For the lifestyle I live, a nigga need cash
To come quick, so I don't fuck with the stash
I know you like pumps and boots, I like Jeeps and Coupes
So I grind all the time to save me some loot
I put a spell on ya, I like to call it a spell
In the bedroom working it well, I don't kiss and tell
But I don't care if you kiss and tell
You can tell ya girlfriend the details

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

50 Cent "High All The Time"
Альбом: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

(Chorus)
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit
Nigga I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I stay high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

Give me some dro, purple haze, and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time, I smoke that good shit
I'm high all the time, man I'm on some hood shit

(Verse 1)
Everytime I ROLL up, niggas holla ROLL up, and I tell'em HOLD up,
You ain't gettin money you ain't smoking
In my Benzo, 20 inch Lorenzos, smoking on indo
Hiiigh as a motherfucker
I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat, only if you got beef
Man you better holla at me
Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up
Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood

I shoot the dice, I holler get'em girls
Daddy need new shoes
Daddy need Perelli's to look mean on 22s
Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone
Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone
2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny
The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis
They was just harassing me cause they know who I was
Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Now if you heard I done started some shit
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
And if you heard I done let off a clip
It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high)
But I- twist that la, la, la, la

I get high as I wanna nigga
Go against me, fa sho, you's a goner nigga
I don't smoke to calm my nerves but I got beef
Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish
If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man
I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans
Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me
If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!"
There's no competition, it's just me,
50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets
If David could go against Goliath with a stone
I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the throne

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Now who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffin on white lines
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them 380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib, sippin Guinness, watching Menace
Then Oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
My team they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave nigga, go ahead get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
Niggas calling me to feature, man fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood

(Chorus)

G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
G-Unit, are you ready
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come