50 Cent Lyrics
50 Cent Lyrics
"Patiently Waiting Lyrics"
Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship Lyrics
[transcribed by Bo B] Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship By: Jimmy Buffett 1996 Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship Desdemonas Going Away Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship Blasting Off Today She's Got A Passion For Cookies A Crew Full Of Rookies It's Going To Be A Hell Of A Blow Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship And I've Got To Go A Women On A Mission Quite Familiar With Quasars Her Heart Is In A Kitchen But Her Soul Is In Th
[transcribed by Bo B] Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship By: Jimmy Buffett 1996 Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship Desdemonas Going Away Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship Blasting Off Today She's Got A Passion For Cookies A Crew Full Of Rookies It's Going To Be A Hell Of A Blow Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship And I've Got To Go A Women On A Mission Quite Familiar With Quasars Her Heart Is In A Kitchen But Her Soul Is In Th
f/ Eminem
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
Ha, I owe you for this one
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rode on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)
[50 Cent]
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sit in politic with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined
Shit I ain't even got to try to shine
God's a seamstress to tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swings swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops, shit that make me
LIPS IN THE HILLS Lyrics
I am gripped by what I cannot tell Have I slipped or have I merely fell I feel gypped my senses telling lies I've been stiffed by serpent's soundless cries Up in the hills An apparition Filling me With superstition A fiery night the night that I saw, The night that I saw The night that I saw Lips Lips Lips in the hills in the hills Lips Lips Lips in the hills In the hills I'm so flipped snared by hidden claws bitter
I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel
Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again
Cuz in the street niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Eminem]
You've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm Once you lay on the table they operatin to save you
It's like an angel came to you you sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryin to confuse you
When I let loose wit this Oozy and just shoot through your IsuzuI Don't Think We Could Ever Be Friends Lyrics
(Jean-Alain Roussel / Sting) It's the end of our journey What can I do? Lonely together When I'm alone with you Now that we've come so far It seems like the end We could be lovers We could never be friends I don't think we could ever I don't think we could ever be friends I don't think we could ever I don't think we could ever be friends I don't think we could ever I don't think we could ever be friends I don't think we could ever<
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You get the message? Am I gettin through to you?I am gripped by what I cannot tell Have I slipped or have I merely fell I feel gypped my senses telling lies I've been stiffed by serpent's soundless cries Up in the hills An apparition Filling me With superstition A fiery night the night that I saw, The night that I saw The night that I saw Lips Lips Lips in the hills in the hills Lips Lips Lips in the hills In the hills I'm so flipped snared by hidden claws
I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel
Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again
Cuz in the street niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Eminem]
You've been patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm Once you lay on the table they operatin to save you
It's like an angel came to you you sent from the heavens above
They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryin to confuse you
When I let loose wit this Oozy and just shoot through your Isuzu
(Jean-Alain Roussel / Sting) It's the end of our journey What can I do? Lonely together When I'm alone with you Now that we've come so far It seems like the end We could be lovers We could never be friends I don't think we could ever I don't think we could ever be friends I don't think we could ever I don't think we could ever be friends I don't think we could ever I don't think we could ever be friends I don't think we could ever<
You know what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children in nuclear showers
There's nothin spookier
Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty
[Chorus twice]
[50 Cent]
It's a Gang Squad I hear all the shots go off
It's fifty, they say it's fifty
See a nigga layed out wit hi
Clog Up Yo Mind Lyrics
(Chorus) Sit back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo' Mind (x3) [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes as ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey especially foe tha police, man. I'm ah nigga wit' thugshit cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's
s fuckin top blown off(Chorus) Sit back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo' Mind (x3) [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes as ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey especially foe tha police, man. I'm ah nigga wit' thugshit cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's
It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty
Don't holla my name
You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth
Cause I'll break yo face
Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake
You goin ‘gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya
Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper
Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey
I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey
I'm down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in '94, “We don't love them hoes?
I got pennies for my thoughts now I'm rich
See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six
Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes
Mother Fucker
(chorus twice)