to PC And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier
I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit Backstage at a D-12 concert A fan
bikini et les keufs. Dj scream. Seul le bon Dieu a le droit d'me juger. J'suis accuse d'mener mon G A N G *Konio Konio, ils veulent coincer mi-sto mais
It... I'm Getting It I Ain't Talkin About It I'm Living It I'm Getting It... Straight Getting It G-G-G-G-G-G-Get Get It Boy [Pharrell:] Don't Waste Your
J?ai commence en 80 Et en 81 ? 2 ? 3 ? 4 le rap m?a accroche Tellement qu?en 2007 je kill Encore des mic sur des beats qui dechirent N?essaye meme pas
pas un type aigri Le Hip Hop et ma vie sont lies a jamais, tu le sais Comme le 3eme oeil devoue, eleve au Rakim, Kool G, EPMD Et je tente de faire
do it too early then I'm comin' in late Called Jay Lee, he said "Cool, man I'm glad you got rid of that fool" He said, "There's a concert goin' downtown
stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
say [Verse 1:] "K-Rino if you were president, what would you do? " I'd make a national holiday and dedicate it to Screw Throw a major concert at my argonal
K.A. The Naughty Boy [Chorus] N-A-U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy You don't wanna play house Wish I'm me voy N-A-U-G-H-T, Y [Lil' Rob
rhyme Because I'm real with this rap My reason for rhyme It ain't all about the cheese Even though fat lp's can make a nigga g's [Verse 2: MJG:]
em Young boy never been attracted to madness I'm inside watchin re-runs on "What's Happenin" Lu been stackin, boy been concert since Wayne had my silver g
1996, les balances finissent dans la cave comme des trav' car les hommes se taisent a peine sorti d'G.A.V , traquer , rasais les mur , esquive des baffes
Hook:] I'm strapped nigga I'm strapped nigga I'm strapped nigga, what about you? [Verse 3:] This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas The ones
[chorus] Rich boyz on the block girls holla back The New No Limit dirty south yea we runnin that [3x] [verse 1] Its time to listen to the best I got
stuff Wit ball players wives, Mercedes 5 Dangerous lives and haters die rollin' with convicts Conscience who tolerate no nonsense Fake rappers in doo-rags, get shot-up at their concert
[INTRO] [KM.G] Yo, what's happenin Cold 187 [Cold 187um] Yo man, you know we just laid back in the studio With the homie D.O.C. and Dr. Dre [KM.G] And
hoe, and she call me hurt Whatever take yourself, or the blood gon squirt Give me my money for shots or first When I lick my shots, I clear the concerts