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50 Cent – Pimp

Monophonic Ringtones : 50 Cent – Pimp

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Pimp’s Lyric

[Chorus]
I don’t know what you heard about me
But a b**ch can’t get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can’t see
That I’m a motherf**king P-I-M-P
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that a*s up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the b**ch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I’m from New York
I ain’t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I’m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
B**ch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can’t see
You f**king with me, you f**king with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I’m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you f**king with me, I’m a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, b**ch I’m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I’m the one you should call
I’ll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve’em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain’t bout s**t
I’m your friend, your father, and confidant, B**CH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a b**ch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I’m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I’m done I ain’t gon keep her
Man, b**ches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it’s secret, but you ain’t gotta keep it on the low
B**ch choose with me, I’ll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your a*s beat
Now Nik my bottom b**ch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I’ll put a charge on a b**ch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain’t paying b**ch
Catch a date, s**k a d**k, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there’s no b’ness like show b’ness
In the hood they say, there’s no b’ness like hoe b’ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain’t got to slow down for you to catch up, B**CH

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3lw – Playas Gon’ Play

Monophonic Ringtones : 3lw – Playas Gon’ Play

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Playas Gon’ Play’s Lyric

The hit maker
The playas gon’ play
Them haters gonna hate
Them callers gonna call
Them ballers gonna ball
(Let ‘em know)

I, I don’t mind (ha)
What people say or do (nah, nah)
But I, I do mind
What you believe is true
You are the only one
Getting all my love
Cuz what they do (what they do)
Ain’t nothin’ new

1 – Playas, they gonna play
And haters, they gonna hate
Ballers, they gonna ball
Shot callers, they gonna call
There ain’t got nothin’ to do
With me and you
That’s the way it is
That’s the way it is

So-called friends
Don’t wanna see me with you
Behind your back
Callin’ my cell and pager too
No matter what they do
I will stay true
Only to you
Only to you

Repeat 1

I want you to know (I want you to know)
I’ll never let you go (I’ll never let you go)
We gotta talk about everything you hear
Cuz I know that it ain’t true
You can trust my love
And I can trust yours too
Our love will be forever, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Little Women
They gon’ ball shorty
They gon’ play shorty
That’s how they do shorty
We comin’ through shorty
The hit maker shorty

Playas gon’ play

Repeat3

Playas gonna play (uh)
Haters gonna hate (right)
That’s the way it is (yeah)
That’s just how it’s been (let ‘em know, let ‘em know)

Playas (Little Women y’all)
And haters (9 lives y’all)
Playas (the hit maker y’all, woo)
And haters

Playas gonna play (oh, oh)
Haters gonna hate (yeah,yeah)
Ballers gonna ball (oh, oh)
Callers gonna call
Yeah

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2 Pac & Nas – Thugz Mansion

Monophonic Ringtones : 2 Pac & Nas – Thugz Mansion

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Thugz Mansion’s Lyric

2Pac:
S**t, tired of getting shot at, tired of getting
chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we could kick it,
a spot where we belong, thats just for us
Niggas aint gotta get all dressed up and
be Hollywood, know what I mean?
Where dem niggas go when we die?
Aint no heaven for a thug nigga,
thats why we go to Thug Mansion,
thats the only place where thugs get in free
And you gotta be a G, at Thug Mansion

A place to spend my quiet nights,
time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry times I was contempletin suicide,
and woulda tried
But when I held that knife all I could see
was my mommas eyes
No one knows my struggle,
they only see the trouble
Not knowin is hard to carry on
when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed
struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days,
promised to hold on
Me and my dawgs aint have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot where we could kick it
Where we could drink liquor and
no one bickers over trick s**t
A spot where we could smoke in peace
and even though we Gs we still
visualize places that we could roll in peace
And in my mind I see this place
the players goin past
and got a spot for us all so we could ball,
at Thugz Mansion

Chorus:
Every corner, every city,
theres a place where lives a little busy
Little had you see, way back at cool
Every hour cuz its all good
We hold the stress from the world outside
Every wrong there will be a right
Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

Nas:
A place where death doesn’t reside
Just thugs who collide
Not to start beeper spark treatin no cops rollin by
No policeman, no homicide
No talk on the streets
No reason for nobodies momma to cry
See Im a good guy
Im tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die I know all my albums support her
This whole years been crazy
ask the holy spirit to save me
Only difference from me and Nosie Davis
Gray hair maybe
Cuz I feel like my eyes saw too much sufferin
Im just 20 sum odd years
and I had lost my mother
And I cry tears of joy,
I know she smiles on her boy
I dream of you more,
my love goes to Afena Shakir
Cuz like Anne Jones she raised a
ghetto king in the war
And just for that alone she shouldn’t
feel no pain no more
Cuz one day well all be together
Sippin heavenly champagne
What Andrew saw, where golden reigns
In Thugz Mansion

Chorus:
Every corner, every city,
theres a place where lives a little busy
Little had you see, way back at cool
Every hour cuz its all good
We hold the stress from the world outside
Every wrong there will be a right
Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

2Pac:
Dear momma, dont cry
Your baby boys doin good,
tell the homies Im in heaven
And they aint gotta hurt
Seen a show with marvin Gaye last night
It had me shook
Drippin peppermint snops with Jackie Wilson
And Sam cook
The some lady named Billy Holiday
Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm
Til the day came
Little Natasha, she all grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store
That shes forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time youll understand
Only God can save us
With Mile Davis cutting loose
With the band
Just think of all the people
that you knew and that passed
that passed on lay in heaven
Found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist together
There has to be a place
Better than this in Heaven
So right before I sleep then
God what Im asking..
Remember this face,
Save me a place
In Thugz Mansion

Chorus:
Every corner, every city,
theres a place where lives a little busy
Little had you see, way back at cool
Every hour cuz its all good
We hold the stress from the world outside
Every wrong there will be a right
Nothing but peace, love, and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion

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