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50 Cent – Just A Lil Bit

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Just A Lil Bit’s Lyric

[Intro]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
G-Unit

[Verse 1]
D**n baby all I need is a lil bit
A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that
Get it crackin’ in the club when you hear this s**t
Drop it like its hot, get to workin’ that back
Go shake that thang, yeah work that thang
Let me see it go up and down
Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang
Can you make it go round and round
I step up in the club, I’m like who you with
G-Unit in the house, yeah thats my clique
Yeah I’m young, but a nigga from the old school
On the dance floor, a nigga doin’ old moves
I don’t give a f**k, I do what I wan’ do
I hit your a*s up, boy I done warned you
Better listen, when I talk, nigga don’t trip
Yo’ heat in the car, mine’s in this b**ch
I ain’t tryna beef, I’m tryna get my drink on
Got my diamonds, my fitted, and my mink on
I’ma kick it at the bar till its time to go
Then I’ma get shorty here and I’ma let her know

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and f**king a lil bit

[Verse 2]
This is 50, comin’ out your stereos
Hard to tell though, cause I switched the flow
Eyes a lil low, cause I twist the dro’
Pockets on swoll cause I move the O’s
My neck, my wrist, my ears is froze
Come get ya b**ch, she on me dawg
She musta heard about the dough
Now captain come on and save a hoe
I get it crunk in the club, I’m off the chain
Number one on the chart, all the time mayn
When the kid in the house, I turn it out
Keep the dance floor packed, that’s without a doubt
And shorty shake that thang like a pro mayn
She back it up on me I’m like oh mayn
I get close enough to her so I know she can hear
System thumpin’, party jumpin’, I said loud and clear

[Chorus]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down just a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and — a lil bit

[Bridge]
Baby you got me feelin’ right (ya heard me)
My mama gone, you can spend the night (ya heard me)
I ain’t playin’, I’ma tryna f**k tonight (ya heard me)
Clothes off, face down, a*s up, c’mon

[Chorus x2]
All a nigga really need is a lil bit
Not a lot baby girl just a lil bit
We can head to the crib in a lil bit
I can show ya how I live in a lil bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil bit
Take ‘em off and pull ‘em down a lil bit
Get to kissin’ and touchin’ a lil bit
Get to lickin’ and — a lil bit

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50 Cent – I Get Money

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I Get Money’s Lyric

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)

[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 1]
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares
Im stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this s**t
Southside’s up in in this b**ch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? im already black
Rich? I’m already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
S**t, f**k the chitter chat
I’m the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
“I blood clot, chop ya leg”
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

[Verse 2]
You can call this my new s**t
But it ain’t new tho
I got rid of my old b**ch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
“who wan get it crackin?!”
I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now

[Chorus:]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah.

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4 Strings – Turn It Around

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Turn It Around’s Lyric

version 1

Turn it around, baby
Spend more time with me
Try to believe you
Try to believe you…

Turn it around, baby
Spend more time with me
It’s getting insane, I know
Let it not be true…

Turn it around baby…
Turn it around…

I need you
I can only be myself with you
I need you
I can only be myself with you
I can only be myself…

Turn it around (x6)

Turn it around, baby
Let us break the rules
You know I need you
I need to feel you

Turn it around baby
And find me here
Waiting for you babe
only for you babe

I need you
I can only be myself with you
I need you
I can only be myself with you
I can only be myself…

—-
Version 2

Turn it around baby
Spend more time with me
Try to believe you, try to believe you
Turn it around baby
Spend more time with me
It’s getting insane I know
Let it not be true
Turn it around baby
Turn it around

I need you
I can only be myself with you
I need you
I can only be myself with you
I can only be myself

Turn it around baby
It’s just my jealousy
I don’t want to lose you
Don’t wanna lose you
Turn it around baby
We’ve come too far
Don’t let this slip away
Don’t leave me now
Turn it around baby
Turn it around

I need you
I can only be myself with you
I need you
I can only be myself with you
I can only be myself

I can only be myself
I can only be myself

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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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