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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
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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
2 Pac Ft. Ashanti & T I – Pacs Life
Posted by Sprintringtones.org in Monophonic (1 - 9) on August 25th, 2009
Monophonic Ringtones : 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