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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 – Straight To The Bank
Posted by Sprintringtones.org in Monophonic (1 - 9) on September 4th, 2009
Monophonic Ringtones : 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