lyrics

hab hier son paar g unit lyrics reinkopiert...versteh aba eh nur die h?lfte aba trotzdem:
Don't Need No Help


Intro-
Yeahhh...
Whooo Whooo.. Whooo Whooo..
Haha..
Fuck Tha Police!

Verse-
Think about it every time you bitches come around (yeah)
either we runnin' or we layin' on the fuckin' ground (come on)
just look at Chris a nigga popped and shot him in the club
they called the ambulance and y'all dan't even show up (bang)
oh let me tell you about La Ricky when he took his bullets (ok)
you want the trigger man, y'all was the ones that pull it (oh)
thats why we represent them niggaz like Larry Davis
before he let you cowards kill him, he just came and sprayed it (come on)
Now what you wan' do (whooo whooo), bitch i got a gun too (whooo, whooo)
we gon' keep on sendin' shots (whooo, whooo), everytime y'all come through (whooo, whooo)
got the nerve to tell him nigga put his hands up
and beat him to the ground (yeah), when they put the boy in handcuffs

Chorus-
Fuck, Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
even if i beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
and to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)

Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)

Verse-
We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid (come on)
whoever was the pigs we would go and split his wig (haha)
and as the years passed, niggaz only got worse
jumped in to the game, shit, gotta protect our turf (what up nigga)
we had enough of gettin' handcuffed and pulled over
we started tryin' knock they heads off they fuckin' shoulders (boom)
now where my soliders at, get ready for combat
im livin' like them niggaz that dunn went to Vietnam, hey (G-Unit!)
so if you try to lock me up for smokin' my weed (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
the whole force of police, is what they gon' need (whooo, whooo.. whooo, whooo)
one of a kind, i'm the last of a dying breed
even the one that was before me, he was sayin'..

Chorus-
Fuck tha police, we handle it ourselves
even if i beat to death (yeahhh), nigga we dont need no motherfuckin' help!
and to the right (what), to the left (what), let 'um know (what)
we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (Bo!)

Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), Fuck Tha Law (whooo, whooo)
Fuck Tha Police (whooo, whooo), we dont need no motherfuckin' help! (fuck 'um all)

Outro-
When i'm in New York, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When i'm in Tennessee, i'm holl'in WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)
When i'm out in LA nigga WE DONT NEED NO MOTHERFUCKIN' HELP! (yeah!)

9.12.05 16:57, kommentieren

DO IT LIKE ME


Young Buck:
All My Thugs And Thugets
Walk Where I Walk, See What I See
Now I Welcome You All To Cashville, Tennekee
All My Life, I Hustle'd All Night
Now I'm Alright, My Wrist Is All Ice
And I Did It All, Without Ya'll Advice
I Done Been To Hell And Back, Twice

You Cant Do It Like Me!

Now As The World Turns, I Let My Bud Burn
Police Writin' Down My Tags, Like Im Con'cerned
I Graduated From The Nickels And Dimes
You Need The F.E.D.'s Bitch, To Come Get Mine
Get On The Grind Hoe, And Stay The Fuck Up Outta Mine Fo'
The Kid's Find Daddy Lay'd Out With His Eyes Closed
I Know, Can't Be Humble In The Jungle
Give A Nigga An Inch, He'll Take A Whole Mile From Ya'
So I Bust First, Fuck This Earth Nigga
Whats Worse? Wakin' Up In The Pen, Or Sleepin' Up Under The Dirt
Boo Yow! Is The Sound Of The 40 Cal.
Ak's Bananna Clips Hold A 100 Rounds
Test Me, Rude Boy Don't Want None
Got Jamacan's And Hesian's Buck, Buck, Buckin' They Gun
Where The Hood At? Nigga, That's Where I Come From
Where Shoot Dice, Snort White, Sell Crack And Heroine

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

Somebody Tell Me What This World Comin' To
Why They Go Get They Metal Detector's When We Come Through
Yah, I Know We Got Beef, And Niggas Say They Wanna Kill Us
But You Can't Get Mad, Cuz The Whole World Feel Us
Do The Math, Half Of These Niggas Lying In They Rhymes
They Don't Even Read The Paper Work, Just Sign On The Line
I Got A 9, And A Heart To Go Get Mine
And I'll Be God Damn, If I Take A Loss This Time
I'm Fishline, In The Water, Nibble Only To Get Caught
May I Take Ya' Order? Yah, I Can Get It In New York
See The Streets Know, This Nigga Here'll Let The Heat Go
Be Low, Don't Be No Muthafuckin' Hero
A Kilo'll Get A Nigga Whole Click Killed
You Ain't Gotta Spend Shit, Niggas'll Hustle Up A Mill
When You Live With All The Roaches, You Kill All The Rats
And The Thugs, That Ain't Focused, Get They Head Cracked

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

I Know I Got A Dirty Mouth, Bitch I'm From The South
I'm Nuthin Like What You Done Seen Or You Done Heard About
I'm In My Best On The Block, A Vest And A Glock, And The Rest In My Sock
Unless I Was Pac, You Wont See Me With A Cross On My Back
Gotta Do My Own Thang, Can't Copy That Cat
Let Me Holla At Ya' For A Minute May'ne
If Ya Stand For Nuthin' Nigga, You'll Fall For Anythang
I'm Bustin Any Brain, They Say That I'm Insaine
But I Came In This Game With Cocaine In My Viens
What I'm Sayin, That I'm Trained To Go And Turn A Penny To A 20
You Complain, I'd Rather Work With What He Sent Me, Ain't It Strange?
How I Went From A Hoopty To A Bently, I Ain't Changed
I'm In The Hood, You Want Me? Come And Get Me
Feel My Pain, But Don't Feel Sorry For Me
Cuz They're Some Kids In Samalia With Nuthin To Eat

You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me)
{50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!

1 Kommentar 9.12.05 17:01, kommentieren

Fake Love


my life, my life, my life, my life,

yeah, yeah, yeah

(chorus)
fake love is wen your homie give you dap,
smile in your face wen he want your ass clapped,
fake love, fake love is wen they never be around,
but once you get rich they all get down,
fake love, fake loves wen yo freinds fuck yo bitch,
dont think with his head, only with his dick,
fake love, so my freinds enemies and my enemies be friends,
dont show no love, dont pretend

50 got yayo gettin all this cash, now all these yes men wanna kiss my ass
but back in the street you aint help me re-up,
locked up had court dates you never showed up,
wat the fuck, tell me wat you runnin at nigga,
if i get killed, my stash you spendin that nigga,
some people want nuttin outta life and some people want it all,
lets roll,
i see the jealosy and envy wen you see me shoppin,
saphyre watch got your jaw droppin,
when i move that 8th, you seven gram poppin,
you aint happy for me, you hope that the feds watchin,
i aint stoppinhomie im number one, while you schemin on me im playin it dumb,
so wen it comes to the point is you ready to flip?,
im a pull out first and let my clip,

chorus

now your man aint your man if he extortin nigga,
and your man aint your man if he shortened nigga,
listin, munny talks and bullshit runs marathons,
wen your munnies gone, thats them hoes gone,
fake love is wen your nigga stitch you up,
i aint kno about your chain, wen ur ??? was tucked,
you kno the type to rat you out n sell you out,
get locked and your man aintgon bail you out,
you gota brand new whip, your shit lovely,
yeah its aight but its rims are ugly,
fake freinds show fake love,
you kno the type of nigga that will leave you in the club

1 Kommentar 9.12.05 16:59, kommentieren

Fake Love


my life, my life, my life, my life,

yeah, yeah, yeah

(chorus)
fake love is wen your homie give you dap,
smile in your face wen he want your ass clapped,
fake love, fake love is wen they never be around,
but once you get rich they all get down,
fake love, fake loves wen yo freinds fuck yo bitch,
dont think with his head, only with his dick,
fake love, so my freinds enemies and my enemies be friends,
dont show no love, dont pretend

50 got yayo gettin all this cash, now all these yes men wanna kiss my ass
but back in the street you aint help me re-up,
locked up had court dates you never showed up,
wat the fuck, tell me wat you runnin at nigga,
if i get killed, my stash you spendin that nigga,
some people want nuttin outta life and some people want it all,
lets roll,
i see the jealosy and envy wen you see me shoppin,
saphyre watch got your jaw droppin,
when i move that 8th, you seven gram poppin,
you aint happy for me, you hope that the feds watchin,
i aint stoppinhomie im number one, while you schemin on me im playin it dumb,
so wen it comes to the point is you ready to flip?,
im a pull out first and let my clip,

chorus

now your man aint your man if he extortin nigga,
and your man aint your man if he shortened nigga,
listin, munny talks and bullshit runs marathons,
wen your munnies gone, thats them hoes gone,
fake love is wen your nigga stitch you up,
i aint kno about your chain, wen ur ??? was tucked,
you kno the type to rat you out n sell you out,
get locked and your man aintgon bail you out,
you gota brand new whip, your shit lovely,
yeah its aight but its rims are ugly,
fake freinds show fake love,
you kno the type of nigga that will leave you in the club

1 Kommentar 9.12.05 16:58, kommentieren