rap de france

CHORUS:
Man i run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high

50 CENT
U wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take u to da prom
Im armed tre pound in my palm im calm
Nigga my mamma made a baby boy the hood made a man
My first 14 grams took that and made a grand
I do this you knew this i told you pussy
Ur fate ur death date ill fucking come for u pussy
Have you like ei-ei-uh oh after the 44 blow
I get low they say i go like a pro
Its a rap when im doseing
You smoked like a roach
U been clapped then in fact theres no coming back from that
Im the last of my breed
No henny no weed
Just my vest and my semi
In the back of that bentley
Im nos and im bras
See im there and im gone
Cause my loyals is strong
And my money here is long
So when im right im right
And when im wrong im right
Ill hit your ass up right
Nigga its nighty night

CHORUS

TONY YAYO
Hey yo im higher than a pilot man
Ill cut your body man
Beat the case i lied on a polygram
These ogs talk about back in the days
I have an r.i.p. sign on your myspace page
Im your top eight nigga
Drop eight nigga
GCT coupe its sour grape nigga
Im an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks
I wear gold you wear platinum we still got the same cars
Same house and still fuck the same broads
Dreams of fucking an r&b bitch
Yeah you look good girl but get your teeth fixed
Im the teflon don boy i get busy
Ur legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking like flip

CHORUS

Hahahah... Ouais....

Quand je suis de sortie à New York
Les mecs frémissent et à Philadelphie alors....
Quand je suis sorti à Los Angeles
Les mecs préparent ça et frémissent...

(x 2)
Maintenant fais le CripWalk jusqu'ici,
Maintenant fais le BloodWalk Jusqu'ici,
Maintenant déchire tout et augmente tout pour ce son de Gangster!


1er Couplet :

J'suis dans ma Lamborgini trop belle, mon gun est la trop beau,
Les portes se lèvent vers le haut j'suis la comme "aller aller c'est parti"
Tu as vu toutes les choses que j'ai sur moi? Mon pote moi aussi j'vais détester ca,
Mon gilet pare-balle sur moi, Mec c'est un peu ca ma politique,
Je shoote ta colonne vertebrale, les balles traversent ton épiderme,
Ta meuf sur le canapé entrain de caliner un Shi Tzu,
Mon pote t'es une pute, t'as des attitudes féminines,
J'ai entendu que tu t'es fais 4 égratignures et que t'as saigné pendant 7 jours,
J'ai 4 Gun, et des munitions pour la AK,
Et j'ai plus de coups de fouet qu'un esclave un peu trop fugueur,
Moi et Yayo ont est de retour, comme quand on est au top,
Quand j'me fais 50 millions, Eminem est payé,
Quand j'me fais 60 millions, Dre est payé,
Quand j'me fais 80 millions, Jimmy est payé,
Maintenant je n'ai plus à rapper parce que ma vie est déjà faite,
J'ai dis que je n'ai plus à rapper j'suis fais d'une manière Obscène!

Refrain (x4) :

50 Cent :

J'me marre et j'vais direct jusqu'à la banque avec ca....

Tony Yayo :

Ahahaha....ah....ahahahahah....


2e Couplet :

Je continue à ne mettre rien d'autre que les billets de 100 dans la banque
J'ai le genre d'argent que la banque ne peut contenir,
Je les ai ceux de la rue qui bougent dans un style rétro,
7, 3 caprices à l'ancienne quand je roule,
Un passage glacé avec la chaleur je grille le putain de péage,
Pas de platine, moi je porte de l'or,
Je suis internationalement connu en tant que "Kid" avec LE flow,
Ca rapporte assez de dollars, il n'y a jamais assez de dollars,
Merde il m'en faut plus, et Hop nouveau Cd en provenance direct du magazin,
La voiture bleue à l'ancienne, fraichement sortie du garage,
Stash box par le Dash box? dans le cas ou ils désirent la guerre,
Je le rend violet puis vert et puis nique les lois,
J'suis tellement cru, J'suis dar ca c'est sur,
J'suis comme le plus froid enculé de la terre mec,
Je garde le club On fire je te l'ai dis,
J'suis le général, salue moi soldat !

Refrain (Fois 4) :

Outro :

50 Cent :

Maintenant taff moi ca maintenant,
Vas-y bébé taff moi ca,
J'veux te voir casser ca....
Maintenant remet ca comme avant,
Tu vois ce que je veux dire,
C'est comme à la banque,
Une fois dedans, une fois dehors,
Maintenant taff moi ca.... taff moi ca....
taff moi ca.... taff moi ca....


50 Cent : Straight to the Bank :

(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

Taking you from the bed, to the walls, to the floor.
Sexing you, sexing me, freaky freak, behind closed doors.
Nobody else can know (behind closed doors),
Expressional, imitation only peep show (check it out).

Turn all the lights off, and pull the shades down, unplug the telephone.
Don't answer the doorbell, no interuptions, let's spend tonight alone.
Break out your break birthday suit, I wanna freak you. I like it nasty.
Whatever you want, it's on, all you have to do is ask me, just ask me baby.
You don't have to say a word, darling I already heard,
Your body been talking, and when it tells me that you're ready.

Taking you from the bed, to the walls, to the floor.
Sexing you, sexing me, freaky freak, behind closed doors.
Nobody else can know (behind closed doors),
Expressional, imitation only peep show (check it out).

Every move that we make and the candles reflect it all.
And our shadows are locked in a dance on the bedroom wall.
If you wanna scream, girl go ahead and shout,
If this feeling good to you, girl just let it out.
I don't mind if you give it to me wet and wild,
Anything goes girl, tonight I'll be,

Taking you from the bed, to the walls, to the floor.
Sexing you, sexing me, freaky freak, behind closed doors.
Nobody else can know (behind closed doors),
Expressional, imitation only peep show (check it out).

Keep it right there, don't you move, don't go nowhere,
Baby tonight you get no sleep, leave the light on, I'm going deep.

Taking you from the bed, to the walls, to the floor.
Sexing you, sexing me, freaky freak, behind closed doors.
Nobody else can know (behind closed doors),
Expressional, imitation only peep show (check it out).

like my gun off(shot)DJ WHOO KID!!!
(chorus)Cam'ron I'm sorry you shoulda hold on but my gun go off,sorry god
forgive me for my gun go off

(verse 1)they said 50,can't treath the girls right,G unit till I die,(shady!)So
I just move up on your lips,Ow no My gun go off,I killed Cam'ron,haha,Hold on,I
see you on da funeral,haha,you know actin' like a bitch magnet,still tragedy
like ow no,but it's so cold,My heart dun froze,I'm not a fetter or
quitter,getto qua ran,SSK,I'm Mr.Ferarri F50 now,woolfs peepin' in my
pillow,bitch I'm Curtis I'm 36 years old,and you are dead I made your deatch
cirtificate,haha,haha,I'm back,haha,FREE YAYO!!!!

(chorus)Cam'ron I'm sorry you shoulda hold on but my gun go off,sorry god
forgive me for my gun go off

(verse 2)Now everybody listen up you put my hands up high,hahahahahahahah,I
laugh death cus Cam'ron died,hahahaha,You think really crazy But I ain't
(shady!)It's da mothafucking Gurella(Aftermath!)G unit mothafuckas(G UNIT)I'm
not silly boy,I put your heart urn cold,man your so Fucked up man,i'm crazy
shit,I'ma make you hit,I ain't breathe I spit,Gunit aftermath da doc and
shady(rewind noice)
Go,go,go,go,go shorty it's your birthday we gon' party like da doc is off doc
is not,give the wrong impression,G unit!!!!!!!!!!!

(chorus)Cam'ron I'm sorry you shoulda hold on but my gun go off,sorry god
forgive me for my gun go off

(verse 3)yeah,50 back,50 tracks hell yeah I love you mate yeah,I'm now rockin'
with da best,you gettin' on my chest,get low on da floor,you ain't rockin' in
da club(GO,GO,GO!!!)Shorty better tell them so,when motherfuckers hate your
guts you aint even gotta say much
for me to put a pen to a blank sheet of papers,like smearing blood stains with
a paint brush
i cant explain what it is my brain does but however it works its insane
its plain nutz,and it aint just my brain thas dangerous,its a whole combination
of things,yeah it's so weard'O,we keep lovin' your smile,I don't wanna dry,if
you do it than I'ma blaze your bum-ass nigga up,we talking to
every-motherfucking-body who wants to bring it cause we bringin it to anybody
who wants to bring it,bringin' it in,get rich or die tryin' or die tryin'
tryin' to be dead haha
put me to da top, put me up,listen closely niggaz,powers meant war and war
makes money,but eenie meany miney moe,30 age 44
Eanie miney moe,eany miney money moe,catch a piggy by his toe,look like a
bandetta eatin' bitch suck my dick lil'kim

(chorus)Cam'ron I'm sorry you shoulda hold on but my gun go off,sorry god
forgive me for my gun go off

(outro-chorus)(X2)(G bullet)
Some-one betta tell some-one,My gun go off on Cam'ron,50 I kill him,laugh with
me,my gun go off,hahaha yeah!!!!!!

(outro-X2)50 cent and shady,G bullet aftermath and shady,G unit aftermath and
shady,Cam'ron mothafucka yeah go shady!!!!

I run the show now, I got the blow now
You wanna hold now? You can come cop
Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound
Incase a mother fucker got to get shot
The only time is coming, slow down
See they know now, I wont hesitate to make shit hot
D's will shut your block down, after your shot down
We gonna come through and set up shop
You niggas gone work for me now, you gone see now
How I change shit, re-arrange shit
See for you dog, this is new shit
Im from Southside, nigga we do this
They say Im grimey, its hard to find me
When sun lighten up the sky
Niggas wanna line me, try and kill me
Go 'head nigga I dare you to try, fuck that nigga!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now
You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
I hold a glock down, I gotta drop now
Nigga Im eatin' you know I aint gone stop now
One more trip, one more flip
I move a truckload nigga, not one brick
They make me so sick, fuckin' sick to my stomach
You nigga talk shit, but they know that I want it
My clicks so sick, niggas know how we on it
Light up more shit, the car there when we on it
I spit a gem star get'cha name carved into neck
Have my lil homies run up on yo' ass with the Tech
Yeah I stunt in the Vette , got stash in the Vette
I get head in the whip, I get ass on the jet
Im oh so fresh, so Im motha fuckin' clean
24. Inch gleam, when I pull up on the scene

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water
That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard tryna fuck your daughter
The LSD will have niggas runnin' round tryna kill you for us
Smokin' that piff, sippin' that yak, talkin' that shit, loadin' that strap

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?
We movin on up, yeah we gettin' that dough, fa' sho'
We movin on up, you'll get chromed up, cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what?