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50 Cent & G Unit – If I Can’t
Posted by Sprintringtones.org in Monophonic (1 - 9) on October 6th, 2009
Monophonic Ringtones : 50 Cent & G Unit – If I Can’t
Click on the above link to send the 50 Cent & G Unit – If I Can’t monophonic ringtone to your Sprint phones.
If I Can’t Lyric
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea
* If I can’t do it, homie, it can’t be done
Now I’ma let the champagne bottle pop
I’ma take it to the top
Fo sho I’ma make it hot, baby (baby)
I apply pressure to p**sies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I’m sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I’m 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, “Get they money right,” cuz I got mine
And I’m around quit playin nigga you can’t shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I’ll lay your a** out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I’m about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I’m gone (Yea!)
[Repeat *]
I’m down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you’ll get hit & homicide’ll be askin, “Whut happened?”
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO’FO’
20 inch rims sitting on Lo Pros
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, “Something really wrong with my brain”
Niggaz don’t rob me they know I’m down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthaf**ka whuts good?
I’m waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I’ll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that a** get clapped and Doc say “It’s a wrap”
(It’s a wrap, nigga)
[Repeat *]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I’m dirty-dirty
I’m from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya’heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there’s up’s and down’s, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my d**k more than my b**ch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God’s plan homey, this ain’t mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw in her two cents
I’m the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
F**k it
[Repeat * , *]
Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha
50 Cent – That Aint Gangsta
Posted by Sprintringtones.org in Monophonic (1 - 9) on September 4th, 2009
Monophonic Ringtones : 50 Cent – That Aint Gangsta
Click on the above link to send the 50 Cent – That Aint Gangsta monophonic ringtone to your Sprint phones.
That Aint Gangsta’s Lyric
[Verse 1:]
How you gonna take this? like a Man or a b**ch?
you gon’ get it on nigga or you gon’ snitch?
I represent niggas in the hood gettin’ rich
man, I stack chips and I unload clips
after 3 Summers in the joint I thought life was hard
some niggas started fightin’, some niggas found God
you know me, started sellin’ leek in the yard
yo, I ran into niggas who used to have Hummers
big as Hell in the joint wearin’ ’86 numbers
damm Dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo’ a*s is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, “yo whattup”
you ain’t gotta work out to leave this b**ch cut up
let a nigga find out you on some goin’ home s**t
and you tryin’ to bounce without payin’ a loan, s**t
some niggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after the witnesses disappeared on the strength of they team
I’m hard as Hell to get along wit’ so it never fails
a nigga I got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a L rolled in bible paper blowin’ the lye
I sent him a little kite just to be blowin’ his high
and when I shot you in NewYork why would I box you now?
If I catch you in the yard I’m'a ox you down
niggas you think is real really can’t hold they own
I’ll have ‘em on some E.T. s**t tryin’ to phone home
in here a gemstar is like a Nine Milly chrome
it’s similar, infact they’ll both split ya dome
scars are souvenirs, niggas always take ‘em home.
[Chorus]
You got blown over the jack? (that ain’t gangsta)
Your Man ran when you got clapped? (that ain’t gangsta)
rockin’ a vest with no gat? (that ain’t gangsta)
you only a thug when you rap? (that ain’t gangsta)
niggas jooked you for your track? (that ain’t gangsta)
you ran to other thugs to get it back? (that ain’t gangsta)
niggas ran off with your packs? (that ain’t gangsta)
If you ain’t bustin’ ya gat (that ain’t gangsta)
[Verse 2:]
You’d call me an Animal if you seen me livin’ on lock
I stay in a box cats be shook when I’m visitin’ pop-ulation
when I walk by, niggas like “Fifty don’t play Son”
“yeah, somethin’ really wrong with that nigga…”
max out, I’m goin’ straight for the glock
bust a u-turn, I’m goin’ straight to the block
the things that’ll happen if niggas say I can’t eat
down goes the window….out goes the heat
I’ll make the whole block look like a f**kin’ trackmeet
some get it in the leg, some get it in the back
some get it in the foot, bleed all over their airmax
nigga pump my packs or pay poor tax
it’s extortion, it happens in the hood often
claim more lives than choices, free abortions
Rich Nice says I got a problem with the dice
’cause I put the title to the Benz on the line twice
I rock s**t ’cause I stay on that block s**t
that 9mm Ruger to your knot s**t
see the difference is I’m real and you not, kid
I still stash crack money in my sock, s**t
ya’ll niggas wanna pop s**t? I pop clips
leave with your blood on my mink in the drop Six
Guiliani and Pataki can’t stop this
since ’86 my whole clique pop Criss.
[Chorus]
5-5-1 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
1-3-4 BLLLAAAP BLLLAAAP!!
What the f**k you know about that?