rap de france

AOWWWW~! It hurts...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - YEAH!!

D's tryin to plant a murder on me
In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homey
And e'rybody know my niggaz buried him fo' me
You see I'm on your crib it ain't a burglary homey
They fin' to have me stuck in purgatory
I'm down to do the stickin when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
Wait~! I'm gettin sidetracked, back to the story
These cocksuckin [censored] got it in fo' me
[censored] they wanna [censored] me up
[censored] me find my burner and [censored] me up
But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Unit's the new people who gon' [censored]
Huh, we'll find out when niggaz let off the rounds
And this [censored] screamin [censored] down

Chorus :
Get in the way, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder dem
I said I'll murder dem
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder dem
I'll murder dem
You don't believe me wait and see, I'll murder dem
You see I told you I'd murder dem

They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen
I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
I got two felonies, from sellin that crack shit
And the third one, came from showin niggaz my mac spit
See I'm down for that daytime action
Have niggaz crawlin under cars when I start to cappin
So they don't know what to say to the [censored]
But they know if word get back, somethin gon' happen
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
When you snitchin where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown
Southside - I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay I go first
Cause your, baby's momma is my, baby's momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama

Chorus

Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around

50 Cent
Yeah!
Respect come from admiration or fear
You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig
You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap
So If a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal of infiltry, Im built for this mentally
Thats why Im the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you
Forget ya enemies and think of what your friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Hecklar Koch should tear have of your ass off
Im not for the games, Im not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain, when I unless the pain
Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!

Akon: Chorus
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...

50 Cent
Yeah!
Where Im from death is always in the air homie
Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I got creepin' through the hood wearin' teflon
Hit the corners mother fuckers get left on
Niggas know If not they better check my background
Try and stick me, Ill fill your back with mac rounds
Ask Preme nigga 50 dont back down
I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line boy Ima air ya ass out
Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout
Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up
And If you are, fuck you 'cause I aint changed up
The O.G's wanna talk but I dont know these niggas
And I aint did no business with 'em, I dont owe these niggas
A minute of my time, get it 'cause I grind
All across the globe like the worlds mine Yeah!

Akon: Chorus
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...

Akon
Konvict!
Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance
And seen a mac aimin' at your head mayne
Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscin and your body is drippin' and full of lead
mayne
I done been there (Uh huh), I done cocked that (Uh huh), It aint ever been a question Im bout
that
Dont go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that
You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, with all the couple metal pieces under
my feet
Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds
Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessy breeze, but 50 dont make me ride on these niggas
(Hey)
Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 dont make me ride on these niggas
Cause I been long gone like the ripper, soooo..

Akon: Chorus
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...


Elle é tro méchante ste zik allez y laché vo coms !!

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it;
for billions, what the f**k?
have a baby by me; baby
be a millionaire
i write the check before the baby comes,
who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
i used to sell dope
i did play the block
now i play on boats
in the south of France
baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I'm already that
gangsta, get a gat
hit a head in a hat
call that a riddle rap
shit, f**k the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
the barber, i cut ya head
the marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
do not f**k with the kid
i get biz wit the cigg
i come where you live
ya dead!

Chorus:
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

You can call this my new shit
but it aint new tho
i got rid of my old bitch
now i got new hoes
first is was the Benzo
now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
they call me the cake man
the strawberry shake man
i spray the AR
make your whole click breakdance
backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it crackin?!"
i was young, i couldnt do good
now i cant do bad
i ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
i come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
bling like BLAOW
you like my style
ha ha im headin to the bank right now

Chorus:
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (I I get it)
i get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
like a teflon Don, but i run New York
when i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
i keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
in the hood if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
round the world if ya ask about me
theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
im on my grind,
money I got, money is got
like all the time,
I get money, money is got
tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
ill cock my 9
dont get outta line,
money I got, money is got
i said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

Fully Loaded Clip lyrics by 50 Cent.

High spit Ferrari movement
Third lanes swiching lanes, what up
Brooklyn, what up,
Fourwrap, what up,

Jay and Beyonce was hmm hmm kissing
I was cookin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
Nas just tellin' Kelis I love you boo
I was shinin' my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got, I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit (yeah)
I got, I got a fully loaded clip

Who want problem with me, no problem it's all good
I'm fresh out the hood, I'm still in the hood
Black rims, black Hemi, nigga see me when you see me
I appear and desappear with the eater like Houdini
The party with bullshit, you get you ass pop
Don't believe me, ask Fab he got his head shot
I'm in the cut like turns, I do dirt like Burms
Smoke weed, now I'm sure, nigga it's my turn
I fire on your ass then hollow tips burn, baby burn
I scream fuck the cops, ride around with my glock
Test my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box
Thats how P got knocked, that's how jeweler drop
But Dre beat that nigga, go ahead repeat that nigga
You might learn a lil' something if you learn to stop frontin'
My nigga look easy on three P's B-P's rollin' lockin'
I'm really with the dope man
[ Fully Loaded Clip lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]

When Janet and Jermaine was hmm hmm kissing
I was baggin' one thousand grams in my kitchen
Puffy just tellin' Kim, I love you boo
I was shining my nine, you know how I do
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got, I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit (yeah)
I got, I got a fully loaded clip

Have the dice game, and better all hear when I'm saying
Take gram I fall better, nigga I ain't playing
I trying to get it, holla at me if you with it
The lace up at the top cuz we can fuck, muhfuckers
My stomach is grilling, you say that I'm walling
I'm doing my numbers, I ain't getting violent
You hear me rap and think that I'm playing
Then see the bower and then see the flame
I need full cooperation man give us the chain
The watch, the ring and the grill be playing
I fire that thing and it sound the same
Holla I got that news candyman

When Jeezy and Keysha was hmm hmm kissing
I was bagging one thousand grams in my kitchen
And Trina was telling Wayne, I love you boo
She was running games, she told Buck that too
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit
I got, I got a fully loaded clip
I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit (yeah)
I got, I got a fully loaded clip

Yeah, Ladies and Gentlemen
I'll like to thank you all for coming out tonight
It's my third album, third tour, third time's a charm

[Intro - Robin thicke]
Girl when I go, I -really –like-it when you roll with me, I got doe, the- kinda- paper - you –can- blow with me, and babe I know, that money ain't everything, but its for sure, you- pay- for- nothing when you f*ck with me, when I go

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see
if you follow my lead

50 Cent
Dont listen to the rumours they say 50 f**kin' crazy
50 dont know how to treat a lady
They Wrong, I like you a lot I dont wanna hurt you
But I call a square a square and a circle a circle
So if you act like a bitch, I call you a bitch then hang up
Probably call you right back and shit
And I have to say baby I apologize, cross my fingers God forgive me for
tellin' lies
Like Janet Jackson say "I miss you much, I really wanna feel your touch"
And smell your scent, Baby I could pass the day, watchin' you model Lingerie"
I wanna spend the night tonight shorty If its okay
You can be my Beyonce I'll be your Jay
ha ha
I gotta great sense of humour, first I'll make ya smile then I whoo ya!
You know how I do ya, or do ya?

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead

50 Cent
After seven hours New York, to London, you wonderin' whats gonna be the next stop
I told you, Im'a Don you gonna know im'a don
After you shop 'till your feet hurt in Milan
Now take a picture these are moments you can cherrish
They say the scene of me was made for lovers out in Paris
Ask a fan about me they say "50 we love 'em"
Without them, there's no me so I love them
Man their the reason I exist, the reason I insist
I'm never less then the best so perfection I guess
That's why niggas are stress'd, I'll pass the test
Everytime I drop, Im burnin' hot
So I dont care If she loves me or loves me not
As long as I enjoy the time that we spend
I ain't lookin' for commitment, we could f**k and be friends
Matter fact we can do it right in the back of my Benz
I get it done with speed..

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead
Follow my lead, I think God made you for me, follow my lead
Follow my lead, I'm the one Girl in time you'll see
If you follow my lead