Posts Tagged smart
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
2 Pac – Letter To My Unborn
Posted by Sprintringtones.org in Monophonic (1 - 9) on August 25th, 2009
Monophonic Ringtones : 2 Pac – Letter To My Unborn
Click on the above link to download the 2 Pac – Letter To My Unborn monophonic ringtone to your Sprint phones.
Letter To My Unborn’s Lyric
To my unborn child..
To my unborn child.. in case I don’t make it
Just remember daddy loves you
[talking in background]
To my unborn child..
To my unborn..
[2Pac]
Now ever since my birth, I’ve been cursed since I’m born to wild
in case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin
Tryin to earn every penny that I’m gettin, and reminiscin
to the beginnin of my mission
When I was conceived, and came to be in this position
My momma was a Panther loud, single parent but she proud
when she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd
To school, but I dropped out, and left the house
Cause my mama say I’m good for nothin, so I’m out
Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins
Let me make it and I’ll never steal again, or deal again
My only friend is my misery
Wantin revenge for the agony they did to me
See my life ain’t promised but it’ll sure get better
Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child
[Chorus: sung, with 2Pac ad libs]
I’m writing you a letter
This is to my unborn child
Wanna let you know I love you
Love you, if you didn’t know I feel this way
How I, think about you every day
I have so much to say
[2Pac]
Seems so complicated to escape fate
And you can never understand ’til we trade places
Tell the world I feel guilty to bein anxious
Ain’t no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist
It’s hard to face this, cold world on a good day
When will they let the little kids in the hood play?
I got shot five times but I’m still breathin
Livin proof there’s a God if you need a reason
Can I believe in my own fate
Will I raise my kids in the right, or the wrong way?
Dear mama I’m a man now
I wanna make it on my own, not a handout
Make way for a whirlwind prophesized
I wanna go in peace.. when I gotta die
On these cold streets, ain’t no love, no mercy, and no friends
In case you never see my face again
To my unborn child
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Dear Lord can you hear me, tell me what to say
to my unborn seed in, case I pass away
Will my child get to feel love
Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein black hurts
And even worse if you speak first
Livin my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse?
Cause maybe if I tried to change
Who I’m kiddin? I’ma thug ’til I die, I’ma rider mayne
Touch bases, eat lunch at plush places
Regular criminal oasis awaits us
If there’s a ghetto for true thugs, I’ll see you there
And I’m sorry for not bein there
Just know your daddy was a soldier, me against the world
Bless the boys, and all my little girls
To the Lord I’m eternal, restin in peace
Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child
[Chorus - repeat to fade]
[2Pac over Chorus]
To my unborn child.. please take of all my kids
My unborn child.. to my unborn child
This letter goes out to.. to the seeds that I might not get to see
cause of this lifestyle
Just know that your daddy loves you, got nuttin but love for you
All I wanted was for you have a better life than I did
That’s why I was out here on a twenty-four hour 365 grind
When you get to be my age you’ll understand
Just know I got love for you
And I’ll see you up there in the ghetto heaven
Cause ghetto heaven gotta be there.. haha, take care
Run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know that sometimes it’s confusin
The rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day everyday
Watch out for these snakes and fakes, friends comin down the way..