Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: 50 CENT f G-Unit, ScarlettНазвание : No Mercy, No FearДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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[50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can`t fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don`t talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It`s elementary [Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air Force Ones White on white, ya like? Red I flight the night From L.A. to N.Y. I`m Harlem bound You see how bitches tense up, when Scarlett `round Niggas get the heart to holla while we up in the club But get intimidated when they see me sitting on dubs I hear `em whispering " dat ain`t a man, shit that`s her." She roll with them G Unit niggas, that`s what`s up Disrespect me, I`ll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don`t let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20`s for the six Hollows for the clips Try me, if you think I`m playing bitch And the police we`ll have another crime scene taker Jim Star crush your head, give your ass a shape-up Uptown niggas known for the money they make Everybody ain`t shook, you see doing the shake [50 Cent][Hook] The boss spending ends Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV`s" The snitch in the precinct saying "He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D" The balla by the bar saying, "Everybody drink, the best champagne, it`s all on me" Snitch in the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It`s elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks` in the house [Lloyd Banks] Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil`, I`mma pop it I`m down for a profit I`m ghetto as hell You can`t you tell? My road dog, under the jail Getting frustrating mail So I`m drinking and smoking Thinking and hoping This cell gon` open You can dance next to me, but don`t throw an elbow I`ll throw one back and leave blood on your Shell Toes Hell no I ain`t paying for pleasure Your pussy don`t bring rainbows and pots of treasure It`s every girl`s dream, to floss with the team Long on the suine DVD`s on the screen Blowing on cream Waiting for you to scheme You ain`t gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine [Hook] [Tony Yayo] I don`t wanna grow up, I`mma hustler kid Go`head and stunt, see I don`t pop two your wig I`m artistic, intelligent, so much ability When I use them big words, your bitch be feeling me So ya`ll niggas hate me, `cause your wives be our groupies Ya`ll irritate me, like loud people in the movies Fall back, matter fact back down `Cause I just passed security without no pat down You can catch me in the bathroom blowing a sticky Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits Sex sells, so I`mma P-I-M-P So my pockets never be empty It ain`t no problem, we scoop them models We got condoms, coups, and lavish condos 50 got me getting ass like I never did So when I step in the club, hoes love the kid | Похожие исполнители: |
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