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• Titel: Dopeboys
• Jaar: 2009

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• Titel: straight to the bank (dirty)
• Album: curtis
• Jaar: 2008

Songtekst:

(Intro)

Hahahaha...Yeah...
When I'm Out In NY
Boys, Blunts And Phillies...
When I'm Out In LA
Boys, Wraps And Swishes...

(2x)
Now Blood Walk To This
Now Crip Walk To This
Now Throw It Up, Raise It Up For This Gangsta Shit.

(Verse 1)
I'm In My Lambo Magget, My Fo-Fo Faggot
Doors Lift Up I'm Like Go-Go Gadget
See The Shit I Got On, Homie I'd Hate Too
My Teflon On, Boy My Goverment Issue
I Hit Your Vertebra, Bullets Rip Thru Tissue
Your Wife On The Futon Huggin' A Shih Tzu.
Homie Your A Bitch, U Got Feminine Ways
Heard U Got Four Lips, And Bleed For Seven Days
I Got Four Fifths, And Bananas On the K's
And Got More Whips, Than A Runaway Slave
Me And Yayo Go Back, Like Some High Top Fades
When I Made 50 Mill, Em Got Payd
When I Made 60 Mill, Dre Got Payd
When I Made 80 Mill, Jimmy Got Payd
I Aint Even Got To Rap, Now Life Is Made
I Said I Aint Eeven Got to Rap, I'm Filthy Mayne...

(Hook 4x)
(50 Cent) I'm Laughing Straight To The Bank Wit This
(Yayo) Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha

(Verse 2)
I Keep Nothin' But Hundred Dollar Bills In The Bank Roll
I Got The Kind Of Money That The Bank Can't Hold
Gottem Of The Street Moving Bunduce And Olds
Seven Three Caprice Old School When I Roll
Freeze Pass Wit The Heat Pass Fuck The Toll
No More Platinum, I'm Wearing Gold
I'm Internationally Known As The Kid Wit The Flow
That Brings Enough Dough, It's Never Enough Dough
Shit I Need More, New Shit Out The Store
Baby Blue Is Old, Fresh Of The Floor
Stash Box By The Dash Box In Case They Want War
Make The Purple Bring The Green Then Fuck The Law
I'm Oh So Raw, I'm Hot I'm Sure
I'm Like The Coolest Mothafucker Around The Globe Boy
I Set The Club On Fire, I Told Ya
I'm The General Salute Me Soldier

(Hook 4x)
(50 Cent) I'm Laughing Straight To The Bank Wit This
(Yayo) Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha

(Outro)
Now Work It Out Now,
Shorty Work It Out
I Wanna See U Brake It Down
Now Back It Up Now
U Know What I'm About
It's Like A Bank Job, I'm In And I'm Out
Now Work It Out Now,
Work It Out, Work It Out
Now Work It Out Now
Work It Out, Work It Out

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• Titel: Rider Pt 2
• Album: curtis (g-unit)
• Jaar: 2008

Songtekst:

Lyrics Rider Pt. 2 G-Unit :

Intro: 50 Cent
RRRRRRRRRR!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!

Chorus: 50 Cent
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head

50 Cent
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin you so long
The top shooter that rock product the block gotta
Then pop hollows then pop bottles the whole spot up
The mo' paper the mo' strength we 'gon get it
The fo' fifth come with the amp we ain't missin
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip

Young Buck
Nigga it's G-Unit, fuck your click
Like syphillis bitch you stuck with this
I'm on you, niggas, die behind mine
Even if 50 drop me I still wouldn't sign
You done lost yo' mind, bumped yo' head
Try to stop my shine but I got bread
And I ain't got time, to hear what they said
When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head

Chorus: 50 Cent
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head

Lloyd Banks
I'm comin out of South-side, you know I'm raw
Big ass check, they show our score
Put a dough out and roll out, the cream is off
Fo'-fo' out, I know 'bout the Keizer war
I'm hot - five hunnid degress or more!
My door block an M16 or more
I'm in the store copin shit you ain't seen before
Black card swipe, we galore

Tony Yayo
Yeah, I said these niggas stop talkin then stop worryin
The feds keep comin, the money we buryin
I'm in a mean loft, I'm in the cream Porsche
I let that thing off, I turn to T-wolf
I drive a spaceship, nigga 2008 shit
{?} kicks on, I stay in some eight shit
Niggas on some apeshit, they all get hit
Got the Russian AK, Haitian flag on the clip

Chorus - 50 Cent
I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy
I got no choice but to be a rider
I approach you boy with the toaster boy
Hit you point blank range and fire
I ain't tryin to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Mu'fuckers gettin with my bread
Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit
Nigga trip I'll go for your head

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