!!! Gangsters Hip Hop !!!

[sharki333]

Kauda Kamathi Gangsters Hip Hop walata
kamathi aya
Gangsters Hip Hop Songs wala Lyrics/ songs MP3 / Videos methana post karanna

 

[kasun1986]

I'm rock/metal banz.... btw hip-hop also.....

 

[«šLÎm š håÐÿ»]

Gangster Zone - SNP DG & DDY YNKE

Hey! Yo!
You know who's this!
Daddy Yankee!
De la isla del cangrinaje!
You know how we do, man!
C'mon!

(Ohh, ohh!) Ten cuida'o con el pirata del Caribe
(Ohh, ohh!) Vamo'a ver si tu tienes calibre
(Ohh, ohh!) Aquí en la calle el más fuerte sobrevive
(Ohh, ohh!) Entre los grandes mi nombre se escribe

Zone of the gangsters
Esto si es el mundo real
Mai, llegaron los playa's
Yal, muévelo... (Ohh, ohh!)
Zone of the gangsters
Todos mis soldados let's ride
Por eso ellas se pegan
Ma', muévelo... (Ohh, ohh!)

Damas y caballeros, voy a paso ligero
Ayer estaba pobre y hoy camino con dinero
La fama no me importa, mi hermano, soy sincero
Gracias a mi Señor que me dio el alma de un guerrero
Calle, la que me llama, camino con calma
Si actúas de bravo nosotros te damos llama
Calle, sigo cazando las damas, dándoles flama
Muévete chama, c'mon shake it up, momma
Shorty, dale mai, go...
Rápido muévelo...
Saca la fiera que tú tienes...
No te detengas, go go...
Tú sabes quienes son...
Yankee-man con el Dogg...
Abran paso que por ahí viene...
(Da-Ddy!)

Zone of the gangsters
Esto si es el mundo real
Mai, llegaron los playa's
Yal, muévelo... (Ohh, ohh!)
Zone of the gangsters
Todos mis soldados let's ride
Por eso ellas se pegan
Ma', muévelo... (Ohh, ohh!)

One for the money
And two for the gangsters
Three hot shots that pop for the wanksta's
Top dog, S-N-OO-P, the gangsta mack
A "G" from the L.B.C.
I'm on the go, I get the dough
I let 'em know, I bust a hoe
I'm shakin' up the chaperones
That's everywhere a nigga' go
This will be the day that we will always see
Turn around, get 'em up, put 'em down, and fall down
Take my hand, we can have a little fun in the van
I'm the man with the gun in his hand
I don't plan on stayin' around, I'm playin' around
I'm all about layin' it down
Now get get up, I want my heavy head up
And if you say the wrong set
I'ma get you lit up
The deal, you know the drill
Kick rocks, motherfucker
And tell your bitch to come here
(For real!)

Zone of the gangsters
Esto si es el mundo real
Mai, llegaron los playa's
Yal, muevelo... (Ohh, ohh!)

Shorty, dale mai, go...
Rápido muévelo...
Saca la fiera que tú tienes...
No te detengas, go go...
Tú sabes quienes son...
Yankee-man con el Dogg...
Abran paso que por ahí viene...
(Da-Ddy!)

Zone of the gangsters
Esto si es el mundo real
Mai, llegaron los playa's
Yal, muévelo... (Ohh, ohh!)
Zone of the gangsters
Todos mis soldados let's ride
Por eso ellas se pegan
Ma', muévelo... (Ohh, ohh!)

Hey! Yo!
Meet the paisha!
Conquistando los Estados Unidos!
Snoop Dogg!
Daddy Yankee!
Cangri!
The real gangsters!
Traficando música por toneladas!
Jeje!

 

[kasun.madhusanka]

"I Ain't Mad At Cha"
(feat. Danny Boy)

Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

[Chorus: Danny Boy]

I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

[Chorus: Danny Boy]

I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

[Chorus: Danny Boy]

I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad [2Pac:] (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at mha [2Pac:] (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh

​

 

[sharki333]

Protocol by Snoop Dogg [Hip-Hop Single Release 2009]

Protocol by Snoop Dogg [Hip-Hop Single Release 2009]


[Snoop Dogg]
Watch your mouth never speak on what you not know
i’m from the west coast I turn his face into a pothole
15 beat n-ggas creepin in a Tahoe
lets see you act macho when I pull the burner on you
sideways like a taco
rap n-ggas we all talk like ….
trunk full of cargo
dry like Barstow
arsenal run up on em
get up on em
drill em with the clips
n-ggas gon respect mine
i run this whole sh-t
crip rag in my pocket three eighty on my hip
but back to this hip hop
who next on the list
gangstas don’t kiss we get old and die rich
i smoke till i’m sleep
crush these n-ggas with my fist
your daddy was a coward you’s a son of a b-tch
so back to the glock with the infra-blue clip
we hit licks and gang bang
you on some T-Pain sh-t
chop the pop…
watch the flame til its whip
then I’m back to the block sh-t
brack sh-t hot sh-t
hit em in the chest
thug run up in his pockets
lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com
mis-representing sock em in his eye socket
i sat back and let you little n-ggas make your profits
nonesense I’m watching hoes out of pocket
you heard what they say
don’t block it till you knock it
you stole my whole style im bout to take you fools hostage
brrrah bhrrrrah

from the looks to the hooks
i’m looking at these new n-ggas flicking through my book
there’s only one king you a ….
I got hand machine guns and soldiers on foot
so beef with me its none n-gga done south huh (?)
I throw a bullet at ya who gon catch it n-gga duck
then send the goons at ya turn ya weapons into dust
you against me its like trying to fight a bus
I’m at the BET awards sitting in disgust
its still a G-thing but yet they wanna be us
they wanna be Das they wanna be Corrupt
cash on delivery money up front
yeah bubble kush out a purple blunt
who’s the best n-gga circle one
SNOOP DOGG
i’m large in the streets
my arms and my feets knee deep in the game
I’m the best on the beat let you little n-gga speak
and run for a treat muthaf-cking …
all y’all n-ggas owe me until you rest in peace
and thats our dpg mutha f-cker

[Snoop talking]
thats real sh-t man how the f-ck you gon keep having these award shows out here on the west coast when ain’t no mutha f-ckers from the west coast winning no awards n-gga its like that its just like that we showed you n-ggas how to do this sh-t.

​

 

[sharki333]

Big Money by Game [Hip-Hop Single Release 2009]

Big Money by Game [Hip-Hop Single Release 2009]


[Chorus x2]
I got big money I drive big cars
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star

[Verse 1]
I got big money everybody know
brand new rose phantom put those sixes on the floor
when I pull up in the hood n-ggas say there go the man
I put them Asanti’s and Nelly’s on them rubberbands
California license plates
Aftermath logo
back with the Doc after a 5 year solo
woke up in the club 10 bottles of the bub
tell them hoes Im buying what they drinking
just pour it up all my n-ggas is banging
what you claim just throw it up
if you aint getting money like i’m getting go get a cup
if you aint getting p-ssy like Im getting
take one of mine
you know Im in this b-tch with 20 dollars worth of dimes

[Chorus x2]
I got big money I drive big cars
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star

[Verse 2]
Yeah Im from Compton everybody know
I aint riding on LeBron’s thats 2004
I aint riding on Kobe’s thats 2005
if it aint February’s on the truck it aint right
dont ask what Im sitting on mills on the rims
Lamborghini top unless I call it Lil Kim
Walking through the club with a pocket full of change
iceberg on my chest no man on my ring
I aint talking bout Jeezy talking bout them gemstones
medallion so big think Im walking with my rims on
tell the DJ we got a line outside
you can play it after Gucci and Dre just let it ride

[Chorus x2]
I got big money I drive big cars
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star

[Verse 3]
Girl lets make a movie hop inside my car
I be Denzel and you can be just who you are
aint worried bout ya man
leave that n-gga at the bar
got some tint on my Ferrari
this movie is rated R
ya girlfriends is extra’s
baby you a star
and its time to burn rubber no stuntman involved
doing a 100 on the highway pulling on my gear shift
your girl got her hand on my cock but I ain’t Will Smith
baby I’m a baller inside outside
Cool N Dre track and this muthf-cker bounce right
yeah it’s aftermath and we back in the club
while you wait for Detox let this muthaf-cker sulk.

[Chorus x2]
I got big money I drive big cars
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star
everybody know me
it’s like I’m a movie star

​

 

[nshrinith]

[DMX] Let's get it on!!

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[DMX] Let's get it on!!

[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!!
We don't give a what what!! (shiet)

[Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)]
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh)
Bounce to this motherfucker (uh)
Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it on the floor (WHAT?!)
Get it get it on the floor (that's right)

[Verse - DMX]
Once again it's the darker nigga
Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga
But the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest
These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST!
Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga
DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga
My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way
You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way
A nigga's job is never done
I handle my business how it come
And there's never been a one on one
Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them
I'm like salt, I'll get up
Hate to fall but never wreck his car
And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down
Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown
I extort to support my peeps
And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA!

[Chorus]

[Verse - DMX]
I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go
Should I play that low for what I did the other day
They on their way to float, got me striking this random
I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom
Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was
And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz
And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain
Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain
That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute
But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it
And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit
Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit
Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack
I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back
On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B.
And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga!

[Chorus]

[Verse - DMX]
When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em
I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em
Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em
And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em
My M.O. is man-slaughter kid
Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did
Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done
A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1
But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight
Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night
To make moves again, stomp and bruise again
I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin
All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate
Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid
But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw
You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for

[Chorus - repeat 2x]

[Outro - Swizz Beatz]
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin
Yo yo CMON!
​

 

[sharki333]

Get It Hot by 50 Cent [Hip-Hop Single Release 2009]

Get It Hot by 50 Cent [Hip-Hop Single Release 2009]


(Feat. Lloyd Banks)


[Intro: 50 Cent]
I get down I get down I get down (yeah yeah)
I get down I get down (I like the way that sounds)
I get down I get down I get down (yeah yeah)
I get down I get down

[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Oh I think she like me hell yeah she like me
My watch game crazy Audemar´s so icy
She like it when I stunt me I´m what she want
I´m in that rich nigga fraternity we only talk bread (get it get it get it)
Got money out the asshole the money on my head
Don´t mean nothin I said don´t mean nothin (get it get it get it)
The Rose in the Rover I´m drinkin and I´m drivin
That nigga try and get at me I´m pullin out and firin
To see if I´m stuntin the piece it ain´t nothin
Royal fees ain´t nothin I just blow a lil´ somethin
Now shorty got a thing for me she feel like I´m the shit
My guess is I´m the kind of nigga she wanna be with

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50)]
Hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me yeah yeah she want me)
(She want me why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot hot hot hot hot
Get it get it get it hot
(She want me yeah yeah she want me)
(She want me why you think she on me?)
Get it get it get it

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I´m a substitute teacher welcome to Sex Ed.
She´ll be an A student time she get out my bed
I´m flashy I´m rollin with the stones
Get at me I´m movin with the chrome (get it get it get it)
A made man a Don Corleone
No matter where I´m at I´m doin what the fuck I want
I´m shinin my wrists all canary
Now try me I keep a shooter near me
I´m grindin like I ain´t made my first mil´
Like I ain´t signed a first deal like I ain´t at the first meal
I´m hungry I really want it all
Now watch me I´ll show you how to ball (get it get it get it)

[Chorus]

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Life in the fast lane fast car fast cash
Freak bitch fast ass (get it get it get it)
I´m where the money at mayne fast on the draw
Fast runnin from the law (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)
She like the bad boys the bad boys
The bad boys (get it get it get it)

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it
Get it get it get it

​

 

[sharki333]

P.I.M.P. by 50 Cent [Hip-Hop Single Release 2004]

P.I.M.P. by 50 Cent [Hip-Hop Single Release 2004]


(feat. Snoop Dogg)


[Snoop Dogg]
Yea you did it again my nigga fo shizzle dizzle

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a clud up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo that shit is crazy whoo kid rewind that shit

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a clud up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
yea bitch i got my now & later gators on
im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
you dead wrong if you think that pimpin gonna die
12 piece with a 100 whores by my side
im down with that nigga 50 like im down with blue
fuck cuz naw nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy
fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy
niggas in new york know how doggy get down
i got my niggas in queens i got my bitches uptown
i got my bidnez in manhattan i aint fuckin around
i got some butter pecan puerto ricans from the boogie down
thats waitin on me to return so they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm word
they love it when i get to cryptin and spittin this mackin magnificent pimpin

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
Cuz im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[50 Cent]
its G-unit and the D.P.G
from new york city to the L.B.C
ill break it down for ya im a p.i.m.p
when my gun go off nigga ask about me
nigga look what done happen to the bitch done chose
my wrist done froze ill show you how i lick dem hoes
i spit that g that be fuckin with theyre brain
have em on tha track when its freezin in the rain
so cream on the bitch with the nerve to complain
like digidevan you catch a date you be want
you say you want the finer things in life you got to go out and get it
and ill be right here waitin when you come down to the kid
see i was born to break a bitch my instructions a nigga bitch
i got me a new york knicks,celtics,and a laker bitch
i got that g that make these hoes have a change of heart
im a natural ive been good at this from the start

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a clud up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
Cuz im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
pimpin

pimpin

pimpin

pimpin

[DJ Whoo Kid]
Its goin down now wit 50 and big Snoop Dogg and tha hardest bitch in Don Magic wand ridin shotgun wit Whoo kid tha straight
up pimp
Its crackalackin its pimps up you know its hoes down
Its green for tha money
Gold for tha honey
We off and we runnin wit 50 and Snoop Dogg in tha mackalennium
Keep it down playa
Pimps up you know tha rest chuh

​

 

[nshrinith]

Artist : [SIZE=+1]Cam’Ron[/SIZE]
Feat : [SIZE=+1]Juelz Santana[/SIZE]
Album : [SIZE=+1]Purple Haze[/SIZE]
Song :[SIZE=+1] More Gangsta Music[/SIZE]

Intro
Gangsta Music part 2. Dip Set
Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana
C’mon. Lets Do It
Can I get a jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Everywhere jeah, jeah
Up, down, left, right, jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Shorty’s movin again jeah, shorty’s loose wit the pen jeah
Shorty do wit the wind jeah, jeah, jeah, jeah
Cam’Ron :
They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest
Tech on my left, gangstaz wit me ready to step. (Jeah)
I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest
Not flat lookin like somebody stepped on her chest. (Jeah)
What, (jeah) Shit, (jeah) Fuck, (jeah) Bitch, (Jeah)
You so crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah !)
My niggaz spit the glock (oh so slow whoa)
Rude boi lick a shot (BO BO BO BO !)
Neva seen up in a pot (oh so much coke)
Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh)
And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah)
Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit the gangstaz
I stay wit a lady (jeah), she stay wit a lady (jeah)
They makin me crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah !)
I spray em wit babies (jeah), in they face till they hate me (jeah)
And I’m makin em crazy. (Jeah jeah jeah jeah !)
And they like when I do it (jeah), they like when I move it (jeah)
They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it
I stay icy on purpose, like icy perservers
More than likely I’m the nicest you hearda. Jeah !
— Hook
I’m movin movin movin jeah ! He’s movin movin movin aye !
We movin movin movin jeah ! Stop movin aye ! Shot bruise em jeah !
Two more for Cam fa takin over the Roc. Jeah... Jeah ! It’s my year so
Jeah ! It’s like the whole Bird Gang’s in here, like Kurt Cobain’s was here
Jeah jeah jeah jeah !
Juelz Santana :
Still listen to gangsta music (aye) how dem gangstaz do it (aye)
Shorty came to do it (aye aye aye aye)
I bang wit the five (aye) I see hate in ya eyes (aye)
You waitin to die (aye aye aye aye)
I pray for you guys, hate to keep waistin ya lives
Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side
You can love it (jeah aye) you can hate it (jeah aye)
You can want it (jeah aye aye aye aye)
I’m Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane
State Troopers they came, damn he’s movin again (aye)
I’m a better child, yous a pedophile (aye aye aye aye)
I go dough let around, my hoe slow head around
They DTP’s deep throat professionals
My D.I.P.’s we so professional
Got weed, coke, and ecstacy, lean, dope, and wet to sale
We blow jars of the dank, like Bob Marley was wake
Real shocked ya, fuck ya foreigners stay
I’m movin movin movin (jeah)
Y’all losin losin losin (aye)
— Hook
Cam’Ron :
I’m on the southside of Chicago lookin for a real hoe
I dont see a touchdown, arms up feild goal
Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low
Lil dick you a dickhead, nah dildo
I chill though, pippin in the Range
All this icin I’m ashamed, look like lightnin’ in the chain
Who was first that moved wit they fam (who)
Ask you, tattoos on they hand (who)
Slang all the white (who) cruise wit the tan (who)
Pink on they back (who) blue in they van (who)
Yellow on his ear (who) steam on the rock (who)
Puple in the air (who) green in his pocket
I aint dissin you dog, I’m dismissin you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
Thats Kool-Aid, Moutain Dew, and Cris on you
Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you
— Hook
​

 

[sharki333]

Hands Up by Lloyd Banks [Hip-Hop Single Release 2005]

Hands Up by Lloyd Banks [Hip-Hop Single Release 2005]


(Feat. 50 Cent)


Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who else would be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Haha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they don't see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

​

 

[NPDJs]

max

 

[nshrinith]

Westside Connection "Gangsta Nation"



This game right here is really rough
These girls out here about to bust
These fools out here afraid of us
I have no fear, afraid of what
And with my peers, I'm comin up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we gun through, they run and duck
We still right here don't press your luck

Homey I'm tired of these cowards parkin like this
Walkin like this
From the concrete when they chalkin like this
And videos in a trick pose in a throwback
Holdin a gat
Aint gon bust and know that
Its a WSC thang, WC brain
And we don't kick it with bustas in khaki g strangs
I'm done movin, I'm clearin the crowd
It's the Hoo-Bangin bandana criminal
The orignal

Evacuate the building, look here come a plane
No it's the big bad westside connect gang
And fuck what you claim, homey this Hoo-Bang
With enough game to drive a square broad insane
And we number one gunners
No, we aint stunners
It's real with us partner
Dealers and drug runners
And Mack be the b-boy in the H2 Hummer
Lookin hotter than the South, Central LA summer

*Repeat first line*

What the hell is Ie Cube talkin about?
That's how you get these here, parked in your mouth
Westide ride trick
The same old spit
I don't conversate wit chicks
I aint gon hit
I don't holler at these pros
That sing like Ashanti
Body like Beyonce
Face like Andre
You kinda strange
But I'm wit so my entre got to be bomb

Have you seen us
Naw, haters can't see us
Connect gang we the genuis nigga
Countless cars and countless charge
It's three niggas makin blunts outta Cuban cigars
Big my the liters
Hypnotic by the liters
Wit the fuckin pros on us
Cause our chronic is the greenest
And to my G's incarcerated on probation
I'm a stay bangin for the whole G nation, nigga

*Repeat first line*

It's a gangsta nation if you in, you a g
And the ho world influenced by the B and the C
Now tell the truth rappers you don't ball like me
Cause I'm really from the game
Ya'll just industry
And while I'm servin up and comin young hustlers and cluckers
Banging for the hood causin havoc and ruckus
You fools at the label kissin up like suckas
And you trick so sit down when you pee little bustas

One thing I do know
I ain't the uno
Big luno
Rap sumo
On pluto
You know?
I'd like to thank the congregation
And my affiliation to the gangsta nation
I'm hard on em, yeah I'm ruthless
You like a stress sack, boy your useless
You know the side tray, better bet a bonet
Cause it must be a single when Nate Dogg singin on it

Well check this out man
We got a gangsta nation goin down over here
So y'all might as well bow down
And join this westside thing
Cause once you get wit this,
Partna, you as G as can be
Believe that homeboy
Fray Ray, what I tell ya?
It ain't a hit til Nate Dogg spit​

 

[sharki333]

Rompe by Daddy Yankee [Latin Single Release 2005]

Rompe by Daddy Yankee [Latin Single Release 2005]


Nananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nanananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nanananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nanananana... (Hey!)
(You know!)

Los cacos están ready
Las mami's están ready
Y en la calle 'tamos ready
Yeah, yeah, andamos ready
Los barrios están ready
One, two, get ready
(Come on!)
(Oh, oh, oh!)

Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Bien guilla'o!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Ese cuerpo ella lo!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Bien guilla'o!) (Are you ready?)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Break it down!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (The way she moves ella lo!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Break it down!)
(Let's go!)

My boo no se limita a la hora de romper su pumpum
Con curvas más calientes que el "sun"
Raitrú, enséñame si tienes la actitud, mami
(Dale, go!) (Dale, go!) (Dale, go-go!)
Tiempo; llego el momento, baby, de perder el control
Trabájame ese cuerpo, mas que un shot de Win stron
Sube ese temperamento, dame movimiento
Lento, lento, y ella lo...

Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Bien guilla'o!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Ese cuerpo ella lo!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Bien guilla'o!) (Are you ready?)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Break it down!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (The way she moves ella lo!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Break it down!)
(Go, go, go, go!)

Voy chillin', tranquilo
That's right
Buscando una gata que cae
No escondas to' eso que traes
(Yo!) ¿Baby, que hay?
Voy chillin', tranquilo
That's right
Buscando una gata que cae
No escondas to' eso que traes
¿Que pasa, socio?
¿Que es la que hay?
pinche guay
Pensaste que esto es un mamey
No vo'a dar break
Deja ese guille de "Scarface"

Get out my way
Usted no vende ni en eBay
No das pa' na'
Conmigo 'ta Frito-Lay
Chequea el swing
Que se le pega a to'a las nenas mas que un g-string
Yo soy la pesadilla de todos los dream team
Ya se te acabo el magazine
Conmigo no te guilles, pa', de listerín
Daddy te...

Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Bien guilla'o!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Ese cuerpo ella lo!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Bien guilla'o!) (Are you ready?)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Break it down!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (The way she moves ella lo!)
Rompe, rompe, rompe! (Break it down!)

Nananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nanananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nanananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nananana... (Hey!)
Nanananana... (Hey!)

(Oh, oh, oh!)
("En Directo"!)
(Oh, oh, oh!)
(Daddy Yankee!) (Yo!)

​

 

[sharki333]

Rompe by Daddy Yankee [Remix lyrics]

Rompe by Daddy Yankee [Remix lyrics]

Bienvenidos al Remix!
Cartel Records!
Se unieron las fuerzas mas grandes de la Industria!
We're ready!
Salte del medio, okay!?

Daddy Yankee esta ready
Lloyd Banks esta ready
Young Buck esta ready
Yeah, yeah, andamos ready
G-Unit esta ready
Cartel, 'tamos ready
C'mon!
This is the remix!

[Chorus]
Rompe, rompe, rompe
Bien guillao!
Rompe, rompe, rompe
Ese cuerpo yal, oh
Rompe, rompe, rompe
Bien guillao!
Are you ready?

Rompe, rompe, rompe
Break it down!
Rompe, rompe, rompe
The way you move it yal, all
Rompe, rompe, rompe
Break it down!
Let's go...
G-Unit!

See, me (oh!)
I'm on the crowd like one of these, roll up
So all the money in my jeans full up, hold up
Dont' getcha ass small up
Hold Black & Blue on the bottom
A lotta beef, niggaz smackin you ain't the problem
I've got family in the Bronx, say
And Family in the city, you get it?
The home, ol' BIG, L.A. with Biggie, uh
I'm so pretty, pinky, bringin about 50 dudes
50 in the Lab
With D-Wall in the track

My boo,
No se limita a la hora de romper su pum-pum
Con curvas mas calientes que su... right-thru'
Enseñame si tienes la actitud, mami
Dale go, dale go, dale go, go
G-Unit!
See, naah
All my Porto-Rican people holla "What?" me now
My Ghetto Report Card, I make the ______ road (yeah!)
It's gettin higher to get
Shorty take enough for club
Shake what you momma gave y'all
Make me holla "Whoah!"
We got the whole club 'bout to control (c'mon)
And Daddy Yankee, got me smokin in Boricua drug (boricua!)
I got my G-Unit bulls, son
So you can get stoned
Or you can quick plan
And I'll cum on and get crunk, yeah!

[Repeat Chorus]

Pegate para aca mujer
Mira lo que tu tienes que hacer
Tirala a la matar con la cara que me tienes
Rompe que rompe ese nalgaje
Esto se va hasta el amanecer
Claro que si, que estamos bien
Y en las manos te pongo un negocio
Que te conviene, ma' de buena fe

If you gimmie that
I'll give you some of de esto
If you gimmie that
I'll give you some of de esto
If you gimmie that
I'll give you some of de esto
Como dicen los boricuas
Te vo'a dar guaya--ke-ke!

De Puerto Rico a Los Angeles
De New York al Ghetto Style
Este guerrero Latino ha representao'
Muero de pie antes de vivir arrodillao
Y tu eres feka (yeah!)
Mas feka que Shagnan down
Ando con el G-Unit que es la Unidad Gorilla
Combinacion perfecta de los real killa'
Las matematicas son faciles, no seas bruto papi
4 menos 3 es igual al "Cangri"
What!?

[Repeat Chorus]

Who's this?
Who...Who?
Who's this?
You know who's this!
Da-ddy-Yankee!
(You know!)
(Jaja!)

Oh, oh!
"En Directo"!
(G...G...)
Oh, oh!
Daddy Yankee, yo!
"G-Unit"!
Lloyd Banks!
Young Buck!

​

 

[ldwkm]

yo im here

 

[ldwkm]

N*ggas pop tags, I pop the fo’-five
N*ggas got swag, I got the Tek-9
N*ggas got cash better run it
Only dubs and hundreds, I don’t do fifties, n*gga
And I don’t do 50-year-old Jiggas
Off that boss black Lamborghini, interior soft crack
Louis V golf hat, feelin’ like a Tiger
I made something out of nothin’ like MacGuyver
Started from an eighth, flipped it to a ki
I got ‘em like ay, trappin’ like Gucci
Plus I get more green than bleu cheese
And I keep a red bandana in my blue jeans
So, n*gga calm your nerves, with all that absurd
Far from the curb bullshit-slash-spoken word
You nerd
I’m from the same city as Venus and Serena
So don’t get served
I’m so wavy, homie no yacht
Ain’t no “Big Pimpin’” on my block
But I’m an underground king, peace to Pimp C
Catch me ridin’ through the hood, 20-10 Bentley
You got cheese and I kill rats
Translation: I still trap
Now do something with that
Or respond to this
And with them big-*ss lips
You got my name in your mouth
I hope it tastes like this—Ahh
No homo, one more time—Ahh
That’s your promo
And I been hard to the core since I went solo
Only man on my horse like my all-black Polo
And where I’m ’bout to go is usually a no-no
But I’m loco, got the camel in a chokehold
Tryna son me, I’m not from NYC
You can’t even have a child by your Destiny
And I ain’t mean to that a shot at Bey
I’m blacked out like you did Free
‘Cause I’m so wavy
Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z
Rock more red than Weezy Baby
Please say the Baby
I been around for years, so b*tch, don’t Drake me
And this is not a diss
‘Cause I was just out in LA with Drake, b*tch
And no disrespect to G and Hip-Hop
But n*gga I’m a G and I’m doing this for hip-hop
And that’s ‘Ye’s brother, and ‘Ye my n*gga so
I’ma give him some advice: Get rid of Amber Rose!
I’ma tell you how she get down
I was at Dig’s afterparty, sippin’ Cris
She was whisperin’ to Chris Brown
I seen Chris turn his head like “No!”
Then “Gold Digger” came on, I pointed like, “Hoe!”
But this ain’t ’bout her, this about Hov
I’ma chop down the Roc and take it to the stove
I apologize to Bey, ’cause this about Hov
I’ma chop down the Roc and take it to the stove
“D.O.A.?” No!
T-Pain stays, old n*gga goes
I’m so wavy
Too hardcore to be a Jay-Z
All up in your ear like Drake be
So n*gga the cut ‘Ye couldn’t fade me
You took a shot and the sh*t grazed me
I wet up your block just like the Navy
Put a label on the sh*t and write “Play Me”
DJs go in, DJs go in

Funk Flex, you my n*gga. Clue, what up? DJ Enuff. I know y’all can’t play this sh*t. It’s too wavy. And Jay your boy, it’s all good though, y’all still my n*ggas. DJ Drama, Kay Slay, lock in. I mean, this sh*t so hot DJ Whoooooo Kid might spin this sh*t at 50’s birthday party. DJ Skee! Khaled know we the best! Yo, Don Cannon, Cannon! I know y’all n*ggas locked in. DJ Chris Styles! Young Legend, Nu Jerzey Devil. DJ Felli Fel! Ed Deluxe, D Man, ride this sh*t straight through Big Boy Neighborhood! Kid Capri, tell Hovi Hov leave that young n*gga alone! I mean, DJ Red Alert, what up OG? Red Album comin’ soon.

I see you downloadin’ my swag, camelface. Blueprint 3 gon’ sell more cigarettes than it do records, n*gga. Now I know why the taxes went up on tobacco, motherf*cker. Heard ’bout your little fight backstage with Kanye, too. I got a million dollars say Kanye knocked that n*gga the f*ck out. Just tryna make good music, is all he tryna do. Sh*t, ‘choo f*ckin’ with ‘Ye for? “D.O.A.” n*gga? Please. I love 808s and Heartbreaks, “Love Lockdown,” that’s my sh*t.

And tell the world why Chris Brown wasn’t at the BET Awards. This n*gga told BET if they let Chris Breezy, him and Beyonce stayin’ at home, ol’ bitter *ss n*gga.

N*gga, Dame, man, that’s your man. You and Dame was mans and ‘em. You and Dame used to be tighter than giraffe p*ssy and sh*t. You know your man having financial problems and sh*t. You number one on the Forbes list, n*gga, you make 35 million and sh*t. Give a n*gga a milli or sum’. I’d give it to him myself, but sh*t, I was only #13, n*gga, on the list, way down there with Jeezy and sh*t, earned 7 million this year so far. But I’m on tour, n*gga, Lamborghini Tour, live from Switzerland, I gets it in. Sh*t, I could use 28 more million. But I wouldn’t trade shots with you on the mother*ckin’ list for that nose and them lips, n*gga. My n*gga Jay.

And last but not least, peace to M.I.A., ’cause the Roc ’bout to be MIA. No one on the corner got a swagger like you, ’cause no one on the f*ckin’ corner is 42.

 

[sharki333]

Keep It Up Guys !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.elakiri.com/forum/showthread.php?t=292065

 

[sharki333]

Iceman by Lloyd Banks [Hip-Hop Single Release 2006]

Iceman by Lloyd Banks [Hip-Hop Single Release 2006]


(Feat. Young Buck, Scarface & 8ball)


Lloyd Banks
(Yeah!)
(Uh)
(I'm back!)
(Uh)
(Ha!)
(Uh)
(Ooooh!)
(Yeah, yeah)

They know me 'round here
They call me Iceman
I ain't yo' friend, boyI'll fuck yo' wife, man
Look at my left,
Now look at my right hand
Every time I move
It looks like a strike of lightnin'

My name is Banks
But you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck
And my wrist blue
So don't trip,
Cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be suprised at the doors that it gets through

Louis introduced me to jewelry

(Don't feel like doing the rest)

​

 

[sharki333]

Help by Lloyd Banks [Hip-Hop Single Release 2006]

Help by Lloyd Banks [Hip-Hop Single Release 2006]


(Feat. Keri Hilson)


[Verse 1:]
Ey, Excuse Me Miss You Must Be Some Kind Of A Model
Enough To Make A Shopper Run Out Of The Carlo
Enough To Make A Weak Nigga Go Mano Y Mano
Guess What I'm Strong As Rum Outta The Bottle
God Bless You When He Made Me
I Mean He Blessed Me When He Made You
I Got A Little Game Too
They Know Me Everywhere I Go
Thats What Fame Do
But We Can Keep It On The Low
Whats Your Name Boo
You Stuck In Your Ways But I Know How To Change You Range You
Tell You Things Like You're My Angel
Theres No Rules When It Come To This
Write Down Your Number Miss
They Call Me Banks
My Goverment Is Chris
They Feel Me In The Burbs
Love Me In The Bricks
Four Inch Lips On A Buggy Six
First Class Trips And The Bubblies Crys
I Work So Hard To Live Like This

[Chorus:]
My Past Made Me So Weak But
You Make Me Stronger
Cause Everything Was Upside Down
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong
Help I Think Cupid Got Me
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do

[Verse 2:]
Yeah I Got Her
She Hopped In The Ride So I Can Holla
My Favorite Girl Outside Of My Impala
I Ain't Goin Sell You A Dream I Don't Gotta
You Can Walk Around In The Street With No Colla
I Pick Up All The G, But Your Speaks It Don't Bother
The Innocent Role Aint Workin, Work Harder
I Ain't Tryna Lock You Down, I'm No Father
But Maybe We Can Go Further If You Just Listen
It's Hard As Hell For A Man In My Position
To Pick A Good Girl Up You Gotta Know The Difference
I Wonder If There's Even One In Existence
Enough To Keep My Attention To Go The Distance
Now Imma Have To Look Hard To Find A Better One
Cause You Sex Is A 187 Hun
You Got A Nigga Doin Shit I Aint Neva Done
So Now Even When I'm On Tour I Let Her Come

[Chorus:]
My Past Made Me So Weak But
You Make Me Stronger
Cause Everything Was Upside Down
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong
Help I Think Cupid Got Me
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do

[Female:]
You Not Like The Ones I'm Used To
I See Us Happy In Our Future
I'm Givin You All I Have
My Heart My Soul My Back
Cause You Are The Only Thing I Need

[Lloyd:]
I Can Be Everything And More
Give You The Feeling You Can't Ignore

[Chorus:]
My Past Made Me So Weak But (All Them Other Guys)
You Make Me Stronger (Before You)
Cause Everything Was Upside Down (Did Me Wrong)
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong (So Wrong)
Help I Think Cupid Got Me (I Got You Now)
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do

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