50 Cent Lyrics
50 Cent Lyrics
"Ghetto Quran Lyrics"
Rotten Apples Lyrics
(Jesus is coming...) (sinners beware...) The bitter taste of rotten fruit Is vomit in the mouth The taste is sour and Is spit upon the ground And left, to rot, decay, and spoil Rotten apples Forbidden fruit Rotten apples Forbidden fruit REPENT! (x2) Watch the insect's Eat the rotten apple's On the ground (x4) REPENT! (x2) Watch the insect's Eat the rotten apple's On the
(Jesus is coming...) (sinners beware...) The bitter taste of rotten fruit Is vomit in the mouth The taste is sour and Is spit upon the ground And left, to rot, decay, and spoil Rotten apples Forbidden fruit Rotten apples Forbidden fruit REPENT! (x2) Watch the insect's Eat the rotten apple's On the ground (x4) REPENT! (x2) Watch the insect's Eat the rotten apple's On the
(talking)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
(Chorus)
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again, just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again
Yo, when you hear talk of the southside, you hear talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was the business man and Prince was the killer
Remember, he used to push the bulletproof BM, uh huh
His hair'll get ya seasick, I sat back and peeped shit
Then roll an Easy Rider and then get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Heart me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap, how he go out like
that?
Rumors in the hood was Jus was s
Barbarella Lyrics
(Poole/Martin/Poole) The feeling is growing We have to keep up with the Jones' We have to keep up the demand Because the supply is getting more Will there be catastrophic circumstances If the e-mail and dot comms capture the world And cyberspace is a holiday place And your best friend lives on Mars Do you remember Glamour on Sunset Boulevard? Do you remember? Do you remember? When ladies were ladies And
nitchin(Poole/Martin/Poole) The feeling is growing We have to keep up with the Jones' We have to keep up the demand Because the supply is getting more Will there be catastrophic circumstances If the e-mail and dot comms capture the world And cyberspace is a holiday place And your best friend lives on Mars Do you remember Glamour on Sunset Boulevard? Do you remember? Do you remember? When ladies were ladies And
I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be suprised
Of how freely I throw out names of games who dealt up with pies
Like L-A-N-Y's, L got shot in the neck, then told his connect
Them niggas who shot 'em got 'em for ten bricks
Fuckin Dominicans, turned around and gave 'em more bricks
(Chorus)
That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on
Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
I know a lot of niggas that get dough like Remmy and Joe
And Prince and Rightous from Hillside with the mole on his nose
Throughout my struggles through the hood, I started learnin
Life's a bitch, with a pretty face, but she burnin
Man I'm a get cheese like Chaz then run through wips like Cigar
Gamble all th
Hey Man (Now You'Re Really Living) Lyrics
Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor And cry your guts out till you got no more Hey man now you're really living Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl Made you feel like it's not such a bad world Hey man now you're really living Now you're really giving everything And you're really getting all you gave Now you're really living what This life is all about Well i just saw the sun rise over the hille time like country-curly head Prince and Tata
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie Vuttuon interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to wash the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asians
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
(Chorus)
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Bennyhannas heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanrence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
And the last thing 50 needs to say is,
50 cent is a fat bitch ass mother fucker.
(Chorus)
Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor And cry your guts out till you got no more Hey man now you're really living Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl Made you feel like it's not such a bad world Hey man now you're really living Now you're really giving everything And you're really getting all you gave Now you're really living what This life is all about Well i just saw the sun rise over the hill
Po-po under pressure too, they know what they facin
Go against crews like B-Bo and killers like Pappy Mason
A lotta niggas I know been corrupted since birth
Enticed to rob nuns for fun, for everything they worth
I know some cats that hail at old complexes like Cooley Wall
Together niggas stand and divided they fall
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with Louie Vuttuon interior
Might sound like I'm fantasizin, but son I'm dead serious
Montanna was no dummy, brought Benice to wash the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asians
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
(Chorus)
Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about yo
The twins was some
Embalmed In Sulphuric Acid Lyrics
[by Wank] The whole body, full of pumps Bubbles are seeping, pus is dripping Pouring acid, sulphuric acid Embalmed body, no escape Skin is falling, pain is stabbing Pure naked flesh, acid-blood mash Burning skin, soring flesh Embalmed in sulphuric acid trash [repeat the whole verses]
queens but got crazy cream with Alpo[by Wank] The whole body, full of pumps Bubbles are seeping, pus is dripping Pouring acid, sulphuric acid Embalmed body, no escape Skin is falling, pain is stabbing Pure naked flesh, acid-blood mash Burning skin, soring flesh Embalmed in sulphuric acid trash [repeat the whole verses]
Throughout my time I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy, Jamaican Pauly, Ducky
Cally
Rodney Bump and Chick, shit
A lot a niggas flow the way I flow
but ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news you see playas in this game that lose
I'm forgettin Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Lou, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags
And a conversation over shrimp and lobster
And Bennyhannas heard Chico stopped boxin, and started robbin diners
Shout out to Clanrence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you the Mac will
And the last thing 50 needs to say is,
50 cent is a fat bitch ass mother fucker.
(Chorus)