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Déguerpissage ! !

faitl e classement au moins avant putain !

ha ptin deja pu personne shit asshole

bon ben je vais dormir alors merde

y a vraiment plus personne ? ?

si pres des 11.000 en plus on a pas si mal bossé

test...

jespere que se pseudo fonctionne tjrs

et celui la ?

et celui la... fonctionne t´il encore
?

excusez pour le flood, j´essaye mes pseudo desolé du derangement

et celui la ? encore desolé du derangement

test... desolé du derangement

yeah nigga,desolé du derangement

voici les paroles de la chanson de G-unit stunt 101

Yea, uh huh, Stunt 101, yeah

( Chorus)(50 Cent)

I teach you how to stunt
My wrist stay rocked
My T.V´s pop up in the maybach Beennnnz
I teach you how to stunt
You can see my Bentley G.T. got so great endz
I teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blingin, my whip stay gleamin, im shinin mannn
I teach you how to stunt
I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, Ill hurt you mannn

( Verse 1)(50 Cent)
7 Series BM, 6 Series Benz
24 inches, Giovanni rimz
All one, one wheel, when I want one of them
Ma, that boy I been actin a fool, thats him
They say I changed man, I´m gettin paper, Im flashy
They like me better when Im fucked up the ass
My boy´ll see checks, the re-birth to Liberacci
Stunt so hard, everybody gotta watch me
And I dont really care, if its platinum or white dawg
Long as it just BLING!, blingin that light yo
In the hood they say 50 man, yo sneaker look right yo
Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cash, he dont care if you heat him
Gettin him to the Keys, safe tip from me to him

( Chorus)

( Verse 2)(Lloyd Banks)
I´m sensin alot of tension, now that Im likened
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened
We on the contrary hand, covered with platinum
Different color Coupes, but Im in love with the black one
On point, cuz you thought R.I.P´s was slackin
So the stash box big enough to squeeze the Mack in
Yeah, Im feelin new, but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
Im fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue Yankee fitted.....G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of streetsweepers
When it comes to stuntin, there´s nothin you can teach us
We´re in a different timezone, your records dont reach us
Nah, I aint here to save the world
Just roll up a blunt, come with me out front
I teach you how to stunt!

( Chorus)

( Verse 3)(Young Buck)
The kid´s so icy, you dont have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback Nike´s
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed, is the numbers on the range
I bought me an Old School, and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My Spreewell´s spinnin man, Im doin my thing
And whoadie now in trouble now, its you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is gettin old
The ice in my teeth keep the Cristal cold
G-Unit homie, actin like ya´ll dont know
Look - I cant even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors let up on a car before
Dont be mad at me dawg, thats all I know
Is how to show these fogaysies how its sposed to go

( Chorus)

voila d´autres paroles si tu en donne mukade

[50 Cent]
( Uh huh) I know you like my style
( Uh huh) You like how I break it down
( Uh huh) I know you like style
( Uh huh) You like how I break it down
I know you like my style
( Uh huh) You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich I´ll show you how
Wanna get rich I´ll show you how

On ya mark, get set, let´s go, switch the flow
Teach ya how to turn yayo in to doe
The original don dada nobody bomb harda
Ya heard what I said boy, I´m hot, I´m hot
The hoodrats they say " He so crazy"
The snitches they say " He tried to spray me"
That´s what you get for tryin to play me
The Aftermath and my wrath is so SHADY
No matter how you try you can´t stop it
I catch ya stuntin in the Bentley Coup cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes stay outta pocket
Front and find out how my P-40 glock hit
" 50 you need some help" chill yo, yo I got this
Where I´m from the D´s tryin to knock us
They swear to God that it´s me sellin the choppas
Man I ain´t give them lil niggas no product

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
( Uh huh) I know you like my style
( Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
( Uh huh) You like how I break it down
( Uh huh) Wanna get rich I´ll show you how

( Uh huh) I know you like my style
( Uh huh) But how much do you like my style
( Uh huh) You like how I break it down
( Uh huh) Wanna get rich I´ll show you how

[50 Cent]
The birds they say I got a way with words
I be like " baby girl I like them curves"
If ya not busy tonight then we can swerve
I´ma bachelor baby, fuck what you heard

From the tellie in ten minutes I´ll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya´ll have ya shakin like you havin a seizure
I make hits about what I do in my leisure
G unit gang, can´t another clique out to see us
Niggas lip sync the lyrics cuz they wanna be us
Groupie hoes from the hood they be tryin ta G us
Try ta holla at the kid, e´ery time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending I´m the nigga ya love
And I ain´t got to say nuttin you know that I´m thugin
Wit my hands on dat ass and ya say that I´m buggin
We family baby, kissin cousins
Now look what the riff raff done drug in
For the cheese my degrees is hotter then ya oven
I´ma New Yorker but I sound southern
And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin
After we play, ok, got to ya husband

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[50 Cent ( Tony Yayo)]
Em said you gone like my style
Dre said you gone like my style
I said you gone like my style ( Uh huh)
You gone like how I break it down

[Tony Yayo]
You´re not really, really ready ( ready)
The drama will have ya ass in trauma BOY!
You´re not really, really ready ( ready)
My knife flip open and then I gets to pokin
You´re not really, really ready ( ready)
Them shells start poppin and bodies get to droppin
You´re not really, really ready ( ready)
You think ya ready, ya not ( ya not)
Really really ready ( ready)

olrav