Autor: Letras de Canciones – Lyrics

Woo, I wana be the reason you smile I wana be the reason you smileeeee I wana be the reason you smile After you wipe away your tears an dry your eyes [Verse One] Lloyd Banks I’m getting the feeling

Something special, Unforgetable, 5- Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn) She she, she want it, I want to give it to her She know that, it’s right here for her I want to, see you break it

Clickity-clank Clickity-clank The money goes in to my piggy, bank Clickity-clank Clickity-clank The money goes in to my piggy, bank [Bridge] I get atchu My knife cut ‘cha skin I get atchu Blow shots atcha man I get atchu 2Pac

[Intro] Hahaha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha [5- Cent] Aww nigga don’t trip I’ll kill ya if you fuck with my grip I won’t hesitate

[Chorus – 5- Cent] Nigga my gun go off, you see that barrell turnin’ You feel the holes burnin’, nigga now you learnin’ Nigga my gun go off, callin’ yo’ clique aint murder Nigga Im tryna murk you, when I

I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop Im on the low now, I got the fo’ pound Incase a mother fucker got to get shot The only time is

[5- Cent] AOWWWW~! It hurts Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah – YEAH!! D’s tryin to plant a murder on me In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey I told my lawyer I ain’t heard of homey And e’rybody

New York City You are now rockin with 5- cent Are you ready´ [Gun click] I said are you ready´ See you wit me nigga? DROP DEAD [mumbles:] Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop «G UNIT» «Somthin

Ohhhh, don’t even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain’t nuttin change still holla at my homies Ohh and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don’t want to, nigga but I

[Eminem] There´s not much you could do or say to phase me People think I´m a little bit crazy I get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie?ll Have to step in every once in a while to save

Put ‘em up, put ‘em up, put ‘em up, put ‘em up Put ‘em up, put ‘em up, put ‘em up, put ‘em up [5- Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin’ way past

High speed Ferrari movement Third lanes swiching lanes, what up Brooklyn, what up, Four rock, what up, while Jay and Beyonce was hmm hmm kissing I was cookin’ one thousand grams in my kitchen while Nas was tellin’ Kelis I

Follow my lead, baby I could be all you need, If you follow my lead Follow my lead, I’ll hold you down put your trust in me, baby follow my lead Follow my lead, I think God made you for

[Nicole] FI-RE~!! [5- Cent] I make it hotter friction turns to fire You want and desire I’m comin to get you girl That’s right, that’s right, it’s on tonight You’re just my type, you’re what I like I bring that