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50 CENT
Get Out The Club Lyrics

[50 Cent-talking over beat]
It’s gangsta nigga
It’s too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It’s gangsta nigga
It’s too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha

[50 Cent]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We wanna parlay wit you

[50 Cent]
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas the wrong numbers and wrong names
Bitch why don’t you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty shit (what) that high saditty shit (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain’t P. Diddy BITCH (woo)
I’m gone show em now
I’m gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it’s goin down
Them bitches think pussy precious
Them niggas they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest-es
Look I don’t give a f**k nigga
Bitch I aint buyin no pussy
Nigga you’ll die if you push me
Nigga you know I’m holy
Bitch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause pussy come wit it
I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I’m ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she aint gone ride wit me
Get out the club bitch

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit

[50 Cent]
My whole team gettin dough bitch
On the low bitch, friends’ll kick a nigga do’ down fo sho bitch
Shorty we aint trippin, niggas just wanna dance wit cha
I mean damn wont you give a nigga a chance wit you
On that pre-Madonna shit, that Dolce & Gabbana shit
Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada bitch
I met cha in the parkin lot, shit woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
Bitch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigga
Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigga
Shit hit the fan, we f**k around and murdered a nigga
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
f**k around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I aint playin wit you bitch you better listen

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit

[50 Cent]
This a low rider here bitch, in L.A. they show me love
Niggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip “Cuz”, call a Blood “Dawg”
I aint bangin so I holla like “Wat up yall?”
Bitches know I be buggin when they don’t show me no lovin
I aint gotta say nuttin, niggas know I be thuggin
When ever I’m around motherf**kas stop joke-in
They know how I get down, I be motherf**kin Loc-in
Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the bitch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love

[Chorus]
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won’t show us no love BITCH
Never thought you’d be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
Get out the club BITCH

[50 Cent talking over beat]
2000 shit motherf**ker you know how this shit goin down
This is my shit, from now on this is my shit
Nigga can’t eat, nigga can’t sleep, nigga can’t do shit
Unless I say he can nigga
Nigga come 15 niggas, 10 knives I’ll leave wit 4 stiches
Nigga thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherf**ka that roll wit you
You bitch ass nigga I’ma see you

Nigga is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You f**ked up, shoulda murdered me playa
Nigga is sweet like candy
I don’t care how much you pray
Nigga I don’t care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
I can get you now or later, later, playa

STUCK MOJO
Tears Lyrics

All that money there shouldn’t be no tears, dry your eyes sfter so many tries.

Celebrity status you’re the saddest, wasn’t that O.J. case one of the maddest?!

Fallen stars disregard, some lead by example, others go too far.

Until behind bars was in the realm of untouchables but you got touched now shut up!

There’s only so many, there’s only so many, there’s only so many tears that you can cry.

Design buy a higher being cry and whine, but nobody’s dropping.
Bang bang biggie Tupac the bully master scheme

Dime feel no sorrow cause they knew they weren’t promised tomorrow
Propaganda wrecking you like Panzers

But like the desert fox you can be destroyed.

Sneaking up on you like the Trojans did Troy.

We couldn’t trust Marv like the barber named Floyed?!
There’s only so many, there’s only so many, there’s only so many tears that you can cry.

Cry baby cry, dry your lying eyes

Cry baby cry, with every tear I fear

Cry baby cry, what a nice try

Cry baby cry, what’s that in your eye?

A lie formulating, you’ve been busted this time!

There’s only so many, there’s only so many, there’s only so many tears that you can cry.

STORMWITCH
Jonathan’s Diary Lyrics

Dark, strange Transylvania
Mysterious land
Where the Death’s close at hand
The journey has come to an end
The coach arrives at the castle
He gets out and stares
Up the tumble-down stairs
The walls are veiled in gloomy air

He’s standing at the gate
Beyond someone’s appearing
Whispering: "I have been waiting
Enter of your own accord
Eat and drink, tell me
Something ’bout your land
I’m interested in England
Show me the plans you have brought"

"Now, it’s time to retire
I think that you need
A rest that is deep!"
But Jonathan can’t fall asleep
Fog ascends from the valley
There is no doubt
The wolves roam about, with flames
In their eyes they swarm out

Nightmares strangle his neck
Make his heart scared
He’s turning about while
A voice blares: "Don’t think
That you are still free!"
No key to open the door
There is no key to leave this
Damned castle at once, he knows
That there’s no chance to flee

Jonathan’s diary, Jonathan’s diary

Now a new day is dawning
The sky is aglow, my diary knows
The things that have happened ago
Watch out for his shadow
His fingers of ice
The greed in his eyes
He is the bat in disguise

Warning, with the help of the
Gipsy he’s leaving, the coffins
Are gone, he’s intending
To get to a new hunting-ground
London, watch out
His hunger’s abandoned
There is no use if you run and
Hide yourself you will be found

Jonathan’s diary, Jonathan’s diary

J.R. WRITER
Freestyle(reloaded) Lyrics

i got what you need,
from the water to the smack(smack)
record her to a pack ship to florida then back
im sorta just a mac
see your daughter its a rap
ima bag her like i caught her in the act
record her in a act while she throwin the top,
put her on tape and call my niggas over to watch
im from a place where you’ll get merked
over your watch
dont think so doggie come over and watch(uhh)
a couple soldiers with glocks
fifth and sum pumps
flip and just front
you’ll get what you want
leave you stff in the trunk
round here, you’ll get wasted and i dont mean twisted or drunk
or in the hospital stiff for some months
youre all wired up now you cant sit and just munch
you’ll be sippin your lunch
no more snicker bars, babe ruthes, twizlers and crunch
the dips get it crunk
up up some money
f**k it im hungry
rowe boats snuck in the country
lookin for ice and cream not ice cream
im talking bout cream dat stack ice dat gleam
climbed a couple montains, hikes and streams
type and jeans made up of rice and beans
avacato plantains is not a damn game
drop 350 same color as champaigne
im movin work
you not in the keys
posted losin weight, like i got a diseasee
every fein, head spotted and spreeze
sellin this powder but got it in leaves
i plot over seas
you down in a alley
im down in the alley
down in the alley
deminishin and finishin the public
if you aint know dawg dats the dominican republic
u feelin get ur mug lift
f**king with me
i leave u stuck in the V
like dusted the Eve
cuz dawg
im ahead of ya
lil competitors
an animal a hanibal
predator excetera

BEBE REXHA
Ferrari Lyrics

Every day is a blur
Sometimes I can’t tell what day it is
Don’t know what day it is
Can you tell me what day it is?
Life’s passing by
‘Cause I’m out chasing empty highs
Every hello just means goodbye
But I’m looking for more this time

[Pre-Chorus]
Can we start to slow it down?
Can we learn to live right now?
I just want to feel it all

[Chorus]
I’m a Ferrari pulled off on Mulholland Drive
Over the city, the lights are so pretty from up here
I’m a Ferrari and after the party is done
I keep on going, missing the moments
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely (yeah)
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely
Woah, woah, woah
Living in the fast lane is getting kind of lonely