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50 Cent – Straight To The Bank

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Straight To The Bank’s Lyric

[Intro]
Yeah!!! When I’m out in N.Y. boy it’s blunts and Phillies
When I’m out in L.A. boy it’s wraps and swishes
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster s**t
Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this
Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangster s**t

[Verse 1:]
I’m in my Lambo maggot, my fo’ fo’ faggot
Doors lift up I’m like Go Go Gadget
See the s**t I got on, homey I hate too
My Teflon arm brought my government issues
I’ll hit your vertebrate bullets rip through tissues
Your wife on the futon hugging that s**tsu
Homey you a b**ch you got feminine ways
Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days
I got fo’ fifths and bananas on the K’s
And got more whips than a runaway slave
Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades
When I made fifty mill, Em got paid
When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid
When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid
I ain’t even gotta rap now life is made
Said I ain’t even gotta rap, I’m filthy mayne

[Chorus:]
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing

[Verse 2:]
I see nothing but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll
I got the kind of money that the bank can’t hold
Got it off the street moving bundles and loads
Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll
Breeze pass with the EZ Pass f**k the toll
No more platinum I’m wearing gold
I’m internationally known as the kid with the flow
That brings enough dough it’s never enough dough
Shit I need mo’ I need s**t out the sto’
Baby ble was cold fresh out the flo’
Stashbox by the dashbox in case they want war
Make the purple bring the green in f**k the law
I’m oh so raw, I’m hot I’m sure
I’m like the coolest motherf**ker around the globe boy
I set the club on fire I told ya
I’m the general salute me soldier

[Chorus:]
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing straight to the bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha)
I’m laughing

[Outro:]
Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I’m about
It’s like a bank job I’m in and I’m out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

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50 Cent – Hustler’s Ambition

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Hustler’s Ambition’s Lyric

Girl singing:
Like the fire needs the air
I won’t burn unless you’re there

Yea,I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, this real s**t, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta’ s**t, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo s**t, I’m a vandal
Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and s**t
SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla “cancel that b**ch”
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze
I’ll build an empire on the low the narc’s don’t know
I’m the weatherman
I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homie I’m just triple beam, dreamin’
Niggaz be schemin’, I fiend to live a good life
The fiends are just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can’t see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me..

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine,
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don’t know s**t about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talons start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can’t f**k with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50
Check my logic, smokers don’t like seeds in their weed, s**t
Send me them seeds I’ll grow em what they need
Them ain’t chia pet plants in the crib, that’s chronic
And I’m sellin ‘em for 500 a pop god d**n it
I sell anything I’ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you it’s wine
If you analyze me, what you’ll find is the DNA of a crook and
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or spider, I’ll be potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 3]
It’s a hustler’s ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin’ the drama means nothin
It’s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
Or in the jewler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs
Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I’m full of adrenaline
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a*s out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I’m back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I’m like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner’ll tell you he ain’t got s**t on me
The feds watch me,I see they can’t stop me
Racist,pointin at me look at the niggaracci
Hello!

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

ooooooooo light my bumhola

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2Pac Ft. The Notorious B.I.G. – Running (Dying To Live)

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Running (Dying To Live)’s Lyric

Between you and Biggie
was like who’s gone who’s gone who who rules the
The nigga kingdom and s**t, basically
you know what I am saying s**t
I was like this is like a f**kin election
[It is that]
It is an election…
[It is that]
You know what I’m sayin
Me and Biggie situation is smaller than that
Me and Biggie situation is like

[Sirens]
Metro…we got a black male shot…tupac shakur was shot seven times

[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they’ll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there ain’t nothing insight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
[I am destroyin them...]
Why am I dying to live, if I’m just living to die
I’m destroying them
I’m destroying them

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it, I grew up a f**kin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and f**kin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I’m too fat
I f**k around and catch a asthma attack
That’s why I bust back, [gun shot] it don’t phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I’m Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make, motherf**ker

[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they’ll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing insight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
[I am destroyin them...]
Why am I dying to live, if I’m just living to die
I am destroyin them…

[2Pac]
It’s on me…

But still I’m havin, memories of high speeds, when the cops crash
As I laugh pushin the gas while my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious b**ches they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sippin 22′s of brew
and now the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind’s state
My history with the police is shake the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 strikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed ‘Thug Life!’ and emptied a clip
gots tired of runnin from the police

[chorus]You know, I wonder if they’ll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I’m just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing insight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
[I am destroyin them...]
Why am I dying to live, if I’m just living to die
I am destroyin them…

I wasnt more shocked or anything ya know what im saying
I wasnt more shocked of him dying to hear him
Pac is a strong dude you know I know dude I mean real strong
so when they said he got shot I was just more like again?
He always gets shot or shot at,
and he gonna pull through this one again make a few records about it
But when he died I was like Whoa, kinda took me by
Even while we was goin through our trauma I didnt wish death on nobody
because there ain’t no comin’ back for them

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2 Pac Ft. Ashanti & T I – Pacs Life

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Pacs Life’s Lyric

[LT Hutton talking]

Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain’t ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I.
Ashanti
It’s that new ‘Pac y’all

[Chorus: Ashanti]

Pac’s life
(Everybody need’s to chill)
Everybody talking ’bout Pac’s life
(It’s Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac’s life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking ’bout Pac’s life
(Outlawz)

[Verse One: Tupac]

Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out
So when trouble tried to find me can’t
Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I’d locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game
To all the motherf**ker’s speaking down on me this is the night
Why’s everybody caught up In Pac’s life?
To all y’all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherf**king business

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: T.I]

I remember that
Ay
What’s happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can’t stop a G
And all the s**t you went through
Meant a lot to me
But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it’s the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain’t live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the s**ker’s
Money over b**ches, get to know ‘em for you love ‘em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover’s
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo’s
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tupac]

I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep ‘em weary
While you fronting like you Billy Bad A*s
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching’ to kill
And you was, ‘Ready To Die’
While you bulls**tting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherf**ker’s in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
B**ches die in a hurry
Still I ride, I’m never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I’ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherf**ker’s die
It’s not the way I wanna live
My nigga it’s how it is
Only real niggas stay on top

[Chorus]

Why are all you niggas all up in my s**t?
Tell them motherf**ker’s
Outlawz
F**k all y’all

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