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[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I m, on, fiiiii-re

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don t know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
If, you don t know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they ll tell ya I m a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
Now I m rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz ll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can t afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my paper s straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I ll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn t know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it ll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I m in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26 s on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
Go and put mo ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre s beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain t no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
I ain t crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
I m a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
Don t take much to make my gun go off
One shot ll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don t know you betta ask who I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
Down in the Lou , they say they feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I m that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don t front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G d up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we re on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I m a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me

[Chorus]

In Cumberland Kentucky
On a cool hot evening
Billy lay in love with Marrianne
She was a rich judge s daughter
He was a son of a miner
But that night their love was more than they could stand
The judge said to his...

Every now and then
When the world steps in
Stealing all our time away
It soon takes so much
We forget to touch
That s when I know
It s time for me to say
Take my hand
Let s walk through...

You can run you can hide never let it inside
Keep livin´ your life in the dark
But sooner or later that gentle persuader
Is gonna catch up with your heart
Make you a dreamer, believer
Believin´ in love

Right when a man´s...

Azúcar es tu piel
Rumba caliente y miel
Que me hacen vibrar
Hay música en tu ser
Y escucho con placer
Si quieres cantar

Tu risa es manantial
Tan única que no se deja explicar
Tan rítmico y sensual
Tú paso al caminar
Provoca a bailar
Baila sin censura

Eres fiesta, poesía y canción
Melodía que anda suelta
Delirio y emoción
Total provocación
Un atentado al...

If your life s not right, doesn t satisfy you
Don t get the breaks like some of us do
Better work it out; find where you ve gone wrong
Better do it soon as you don t have long

Get out of Sour Milk...