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par contre a cause de leur mots interdit je peu pa " publier" mes parole de " many men" de 50 cent

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Many men

Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I´m hungry as a motherfu****

Ay yo man, damn what´s taking homie so long son?

50, calm down, here he come
Ahh, ohh, what the f***!?

Ahh! son, pul* up! pul* up!

Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can´t see
I´m trying to be what I´m destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for f****** with me
My back on the wall, now you gon´ see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause I´ll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ´pon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund mother***er, I ain´t dead
I´m the diamond in the dirt, that ain´t been found
I´m the underground king and I ain´t been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I´m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I´ve been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go´head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain´t over

{Chorus:}
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ´pon me
Lord I don´t cry no more
Don´t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

Some days wouldn´t be special, if it wasn´t for rain
Joy wouldn´t feel so good, if it wasn´t for pain
Death gotta be easy, ´cause life is hard
It´ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
I don´t see only god can judge me, ´cause I see things clear
Quick these crakers will give my black ass a hundred years
I´m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

{repeat Chorus}

Every night I talk to go*, but he don´t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bit** dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn´t know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain´t gonna spell it out for you motherf***** all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can´t read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it´s clear that I´m here, for a real reason
´Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain´t f***ing breathing

{repeat Chorus}

Yes

VIVE 50CENT , eminem, 2pac et telecharger hate it or love it et outta control si vou achter pas lalbum the massacre de 50

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Doggy dog

De " Doggstyle [#14]"
w/ Kurupt, Daz and f/ The Dramatics

Intro:

We´d like to welcome y´all to the fabulous Carolina West
I own this motherf***er and my name is Taa-Dow
Y´all niggaz know who I am y´all niggaz tearin up shit
But we got somethin old, and somethin new for y´all tongiht
Put your hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics

Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg

It´s like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go
I´m hearin motherf***ers tryin to steal my flow
But it ain´t no thang cause see my nigga Coolio
Put me up on the game when I step through the do´
Ya know, some of these niggaz is so deceptive
Usin my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get burnt, it seems ya havn´t learnt
It´s the nick nack patty wack, I still got the bigger sack
So put your gun away, run away, cuz i´m back ( why?)
Hit em up, get em up, spit em up, now
Tell me what´s goin on
It make me wanna holler, cuz my dollars come in ozones
Lone for the break-up, so take off your clothes
and quit tryin to spit at my motherf***in hoes
Seakin of hoes, I´ll get to the point
You think you got the bomb cuz I rolled you a joint
You´se a flea and i´m the big Dogg
I´ll scratch you off my balls with my motherf***in paws
Y´alls, niggaz, better recognize
And see where I´m comin from it´s still East Side till I die
Why ask why? As the world keeps spinning to the D-O-Double-G-Y

Chorus:

It´s a crazy mixed up world, it´s a Doggy Dogg World
It´s a Doggy Dogg World, it´s a Doggy Dogg World
The Dogg´s World

Verse Two: Kurupt

Well if you give me ten b**ches then I´ll f*** all ten
See my homey Snoop Doggy sippin juice and gin
Don´t slip, I´m fo´ to set trip, to get papers
Styles vary, packin flavor like Life Savors
Ain´t that somethin, talk shit and I´m dumpin
I had your whole f***in block bumpin
Don´t sweat, but check the tecnique, I´m unique like China
Ya never find the bomb-a-rama then this Nigga behind ya
So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I´m coming through
One-two, three, you can´t see me
I´m a G like that strapped with hit hard tactics
A f***in menace, usin hoes like tennis rackets
It´s on again, it´s on and poppin
All I see is green, so there ain´t no stoppin
I wanna see some panties droppin
I´m comin from L.A., she used to chill with Dre up in Compton
( All I ever did was just use that hoe
Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows)
I´m dishin out blues, I´m upsetting like bad news
Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes
Kurupt, the name´s often marked for catchin slugs
and I smoke weed for the f*** of it
Ruff and rugged shit, it´s unexplanitory how I gets wicked
but it´s manditory that I kick it
Check it, I´m runnin hoes in 94, now must I prove it
Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin and movin
Prepare for a war, it´s on, I´m head huntin
Hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn
Peep, the massicre from a verbal assassin
Murderin with rhymes packin Tec-9´s for some action
You really don´t know, do you, you f***in wit a hog
You can´t do me, I´m goin out looney like O-Dog

Chorus

Verse Three: Daz

Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party ( all night long)
Tell when ( till the early morn)
It don´t stop ( and uh) it don´t quit ( for the)
The Dogg Pound clique ( to drop the cavvy Dogg shit)

Diggity Daz out of the motherf***in cut once mo´
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip flop and serve hoes with a fat dick
Till I die I´m still screamin that ( b***hes ain´t shit)
Now i´m the mack daddy, had he, not known about
the city where I´m from, dum diddy dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-Double-G the P-O-U-N-D, the gangsta clique
Now as the Pound break it down with the gangsta funk
I can see and I can tell that´s what the f*** you want
So I blaze up the chronic, so I can get high
I promise I´ll smoke chronic till the day that I die

Chorus