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Lloyd Banks
Hands Up (Feat. 50 Cent)

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2 Cake (Feat. 50 Cent)
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3 The Shitty City (Feat. 50 Cent)
1 500 lectures
4 My House
1 370 lectures

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MP3 : Rotten Apple / Hands Up (Feat. 50 Cent) (2006)

Rotten Apple / Hands Up (Feat. 50 Cent) (2006)

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  • Titre : Hands Up (Feat. 50 Cent)
  • Album : Rotten Apple
  • Année : 2006

Paroles :

Intro/Chorus 50 cent (Lloyd Banks)
put'em up(x8)

Shawty when you party with me you goin
way past quarter to three(I said hands up)
I'm good in
the V.I.P i got my hammer right here with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
Eveything that includes the fame m
an shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know i put something on me man before i leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go to
ugh talkin at me you gonna leave out the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop bottles like
its all free before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
(You can order what you want
its on me Ima G take a look at a star)We came to party

Lloyd Banks
It feels so good to live su
cka free Im soakin it all up while your girls suckin me
In mean the world to her its nothin bu
t a nut to me look miss get a drink and let a mutha fucka be
Ima rap star who also be ridin aro
und in that car
2 in the front in the back got
the plasma this aint a free ride you gotta have the gas mile
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that
got asthma and Im busy so I move a bit faster
Y
ou cant tell me yes if i dont ask ya huh ima bastard
damn near showin his hand
over the plastic cuz they want to see ya man go in a casket
Rul
e number 1 keep your gun or get ya ass hit/Thats it
Lights off and your bodies stiff/By the sa
me niggas you used to party with

Chorus 50 cent (Lloyd Banks)
Shawty when you party with me we
goin way past quarter to three(I said hands up)
I'm good in the V.I.P i got my hammer right he
re with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
Eveything that includ
es the fame man shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know i put something on me man before i leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go tough talkin at me you gonna leave ou
t the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop
bottles like its all free before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
(You can order w
hat you want its on me Ima G take a look at a star)We came to party

Lloyd Banks
(YA)I cruise
threw the strip 22's on the whip
New rug
er on the hip $1000 outfit
Never snooze never slip foll
ow rules or get whipped
Nigga mo
ve or get hit and i dont care whos on the strip
It ain't only t
he ferarri now the jewels got'em sick Now its 2006 I need a new bottom miss
Its alright they ca
n talk im ammused by the bricks I'm the news out the bricks Nigga whos hot as this
Im at the m
ansion in the swimmin pool got'em pissed I ain't a cuddler i fuck the drool out of chick
My nig
ga ice grilled but it aint the same they don't see the faces they ain't see the chains
Like ooo when you get'em they don't know your with me they probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular shit the everyday menta
lity They charged up dont make me put in the battery

Chorus 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)
Shawty when
you party with me we goin way past quarter to three(I said hands up)
I'm good in the V.I.P i go
t my hammer right here with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
E
veything that includes the fame man shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know i put something on me man before i leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go tough talkin at
me you gonna leave out the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop bottles like its all free
before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
(You can order what you want its on me Ima
G take a look at a star)We came to party

Outro

Put'em up(x16)
GGGGG G-Unit
Lloyd Banks
50 Cen
t

# Posté le dimanche 06 août 2006 14:32

Modifié le samedi 19 août 2006 11:35

MP3 : Rotten Apple / Cake (Feat. 50 Cent) (2006)

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  • Titre : Cake (Feat. 50 Cent)
  • Album : Rotten Apple
  • Année : 2006

Paroles :

(Gal)
Money money money money
Cake

Lloyd Banks
I need t
he cake nigga
G unit don't play
We
rap but we strapped
Buck got
the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
And u b
ound to hear it clap
U wont ha
ve another birthday cake afta that
Cause Yayo got a temper a
nd he don't know how to act
??
been gone for the winter ??
B
ut now a nigga back
To get the
money the money the money the money the cake
And u mutha fuc
kas lookin like steak
Food on
the plate for the wolves
Foll
ow wolves
Don't
get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya
shoes wait
Control ya hate
U ain't ridin in dem 6s
Cause
u spendin all ya cake on dem bitches
I need the bread lil ni
ggas need christmas
Banks dont
rap wit a back pack
I'm
in it for the money the money the money the money the cake

50 Cent
You heard banks said so i kn
ow i got the mack
I pull up pu
ll out spray hollows at your back
I dont
give a fuck
It's g
oin down like that
I done been
through evry hood
Dead niggas
gone rap
In the heart of a v
ictim murda is monumental
I do
nt complicate shit
Yeah i
keep it simple
My bullet wounds wi
ll tell u a story bout wut i been through
Souths ide trama d
rama wit gallamas
I conversate
wit killas it's usually about life
poli
ticate wit lawness it's usually bout white
I'm da
poster child of violence
I'm t
he boy on the poster
When the
shots start to rang out i'm the boy wit the toaster

Ye
ah listen up clicko
I huslte i get t
hough
U fuckin wit
a sicko
I
spazz let a clip go
Cannon ou
t da rental
Bea
m to ya temple
I squeez blow your mental
All
ova ya friends

Lloyd Banks
Me i'm from the street
Where a
int nothin sweet
The home of t
he homies
There's a body ever
y week
Now i dont hear the sir
ens
But they prolly gonna
creep
Plottin to pull me ova
Put
the cake in my jeep
So ill be
skippin cities 7 states in aweek
Can't a muth
a fuckin breathin tell me i can't eat
Show me
the money the money the money the money the cake
Niggas slo
w down pump ya breaks

No mist
akes
Cause the jakes
Run the
plates
Then u headed up state

For rollin round wit a s
teak
Niggas start up the beef
And
run str8 to the cops
You a bi
tch ass nigga
The cupcake of t
he block
N e ni
gga disrespect the click gettin shot
Round he
re niggas get found upside down
Ova the money the money the
money the money the cake

(Gal
)
Money money money money
Cak
e

# Posté le dimanche 06 août 2006 14:51

Modifié le samedi 19 août 2006 11:45

MP3 : " EXCLU " Mo Money In The Bank part 4 / The Shitty City (Feat. 50 Cent) (2006)

" EXCLU "  Mo Money In The Bank part 4 / The Shitty City (Feat. 50 Cent) (2006)

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  • Titre : The Shitty City (Feat. 50 Cent)
  • Album : " EXCLU " Mo Money In The Bank part 4
  • Année : 2006

# Posté le lundi 07 août 2006 05:34

Modifié le samedi 19 août 2006 11:53

MP3 : Rotten Apple / My House (2006)

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  • Titre : My House
  • Album : Rotten Apple
  • Année : 2006

Paroles :

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent)

People! Your boy Banks
is back! And this is a Timbaland track!
WOO OOOH!!!!
This is my house
(I'll house you) bitch I run this (Girl I'll house you)
This is my
house (I'll house you, you in my house now)

[Chorus] Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent)
Thi
s is my house you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When you'r
e in my house under my roof you follow my rules
This is my house (Pu
t ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!)
Th
is is my house (I'll house you, girl you in my house now)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Hey, you're under my roof,
so take off your coat, your hat and funny boots
I can't tell you they
names, I just know they loose
Pre
fer mix the Cranberry and the Goose
A li
ttle Armor and that's at least a hundred proof
Now shorty's eye
s wide from the Bentley and the Coupes
She can't stop stealin s
o she trippin off the stoop
And I'm a be
ware of mine no tellin the truth
Le
t's run a menage trois and hit the booth
I got a bi
g pool and a room full of bathing suits
See y'all ca
n go swim, while I get in
I'll sho
w you how to make a million dollars with a pen
I drink champagne and
pop bottles when I spin
I can't co
mplain a top model's in the Benz
H
er wheels is shinnin like it's diamonds in the rims
Just gimme a day
or two I'm climbin in her friends
I do what I do cause

[Chorus] Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent)
This is my hous
e you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When you'r
e in my house under my roof you follow my rules
This is m
y house (Put ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!)
This is my house (I'll house yo
u, girl you in my house now)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Hey! Watch how y
ou speak
Cause I don't
slip or squeak I got the heat
If you get outta
line, you'll be in the street
Amb
ulance man tryin to cover up the leak
And nobo
dy to care if they get you in a week
I rather go there sp
lit a swisher with a freak
And get
a lap dance while I listen to the beat
She's a beauty and petite I c
an lift her off her feet
If s
he gets in a spur, we don't fuck in hur
I'm iced out so she don't see nothin but a blur
Be careful where you
rub don't get nothin on the fur
Yo
u know we got them things so the drama don't occur
You front cause yo
u drunk, yo' ass gettin jumped
I'm
high off the funk, dro, hash and the skunk
Don't make them niggaz du
mp yo' ass in the trunk
They remem
bers a black mask and a pump
Them niggaz should have told you

[Chorus] Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent)
This is
my house you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When you'
re in my house under my roof you follow my rules
Th
is is my house (Put ya hands up! Put ya put ya put ya put ya put ya hands up!)
This is my house (I'll h
ouse you, girl you in my house now)

# Posté le lundi 07 août 2006 05:43

Modifié le samedi 19 août 2006 11:49

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# Posté le lundi 07 août 2006 05:46

Modifié le samedi 14 octobre 2006 06:30