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Rihannas-Rehab.de.vu http Rihannas-Rehab.de.vu LYRICS I lick the gun When Im done Cause I know That revenge is sweet So sweet This is a game Ladies thing Baby think Tell me what you need Oh Any mother f***er wanna disrespect Playing with fire finna get you wet How it… … Rihanna G4L Gangsta Gangster For Life High Quality HQ with Lyrics and Downloadlink Tracklist Full Album Rated 2009 New Single Song feat ft Behind The Scenes Making Of Backstage Official Music Video in Studio Chipmunk …

when you on that solo creep out on the streets you don’t hear a peep ni**a it’s a god damn shame, somebody explain why they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man’s game Tear that a*s out the frame, completely get that a*s kicked Woke up on the street but you’ll be sleepin in the casket How long will it last, ni**a don’t ask, just be first to blast Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash My s**t’s cla*sic, like my ni**a Nate Go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin …

, so we tell them This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block Everywhere we go-oh (yeah D-Block you bitch ass niggas!!) [Verse - Jadakiss] Yo it’ll revolve, when I’m mad he’s cool Knife game like Daddy Kool’s, since Valley Shoes This is real life street shit, truest and the deepest Known niggas that go to jail just to get they teeth fixed Think I give a fuck what you herb say? When I got the nigga that you trying to be watching my wordplay Now everybody wanna be ‘Pac Till they ass really get …

the gun tower secured the gate My uncle’s fate, was life without parole Thank God I was blessed with an out date I can’t wait, but I got to You probably wouldn’t have did what I did to catch a bid, but I’m not you I got a crew still on the street, they don’t write me letters No time to visit a brotha, or bother to send me cheddar Never did I sweat it, I know they got a life to live My man J, had a wife and kids And these are the consequences, my actions committed Some cats that I used to …

that’s smack, through your cap, with the lead black And here’s a new cut, for pooh-butt, rappers hangin from off my two nuts like they was put there by members of the Ku Klux So peep Kool G. Rap, don’t sleep, money unless it’s witcha girl Straight up kid, I’m blowin up in the world [Chorus 2x repeat] From Kool G Rap – 4,5,6 Cold Chillin’/ Epic Street/ SME Records 1995 … Kool Genius Of Rap 456 Cold Chillin’ Epic Street SME Records Hip Hop Mafioso Blowin’ Up In The World Lyrics New York Eastside …

First on my list He stuck with a 3-5 when he get out will I be dead or alive He taught me the rules so much But still in thugs I trust When in danger never hesitate to fucking keep my fucking trap shut My moms dukes got a little bit of thug in her The devil loves sinners, crackheads and drug dealers Sometimes I feel like the streets taking over never staying sober The brain over and over backtrack My stacks fat I used to take then new One love for my crew ayyo this ones’s for you ( 2Pac) …

my business Ain’t got to look for a girl nowadays cause almost all these niggaz is bitches See ‘em often while we walking I’ll show you the drug dealers and some dudes that hate me word on the streets is they real killers dog Where was the hate back when I wasn’t on my feet An alcoholic, school dropout, just a bum on the street Where was the hate during my adolescence Back when that psychiatrist was trying hard to get me on immanic depression so man I don’t recall none of this happenin’ …

name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by …

my business Ain’t got to look for a girl nowadays cause almost all these niggaz is bitches See ‘em often while we walking I’ll show you the drug dealers and some dudes that hate me word on the streets is they real killers dog Where was the hate back when I wasn’t on my feet An alcoholic, school dropout, just a bum on the street Where was the hate during my adolescence Back when that psychiatrist was trying hard to get me on immanic depression so man I don’t recall none of this happenin’ …

Lil Saint HOLES IN MY HEAD! 2009 my whole life people tried to tell me what to do since the day my eyes opened back in 1992 puttin pressure on my mom when shes just a single parent rockin hand-me-down clothes got all the rich kids starrin i felt like an outkast from every other person i was 10 smoking ciggerettes and constantly cursin my mom raised me to the man that i am now she tried her hardest and she did it, i dont even know how my whole life, i felt rebelling was my only option mean while …

, fat, or tall What if he’s a she and not a he at all Or does a broad have to a be a C at least Or can it be decreased if she real up on the beat? And is she realer if she raised in the street? Or can they still feel her if she raised in CT? And if they spit do they have to have kids? Or can they have a Mom, a Dad, and little sis? And in the morning do they have to have grits? Or can they favorite breakfast be eggs benedict? It makes me think, is there a rappin’ type? And if so, yo, what’s …

name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by …

NigaHiga ‘s rap song… Lyrics: Chorus 1 I’m a Chingstah I’m an asian wannabe I don’t hang with the G’s, I just roll with the C’s When I skip down the street, all the people, they see A super badass Chingstah, they wannabe me. I run with scissors! I break the rules! I drink when I drive! I loiter in schools! I’m a hardcore thief, I steal but don’t share! I don’t need to build my rep, cus I just built a bear! Verse 1 Look at that hot chick looking this way I don’t want a girl with D’s, …

anything in this video- Font: Just Jesse; Kinda slow.. off time a few times. ;OO ilytoo. :D Lyrics are funni. ;D -Lyriccs. Chorus 1 I’m a Chingstah I’m an asian wannabe I don’t hang with the G’s, I just roll with the C’s When I skip down the street, all the people, they see A super badass Chingstah, they wannabe me. I run with scissors! I break the rules! I drink when I drive! I loiter in schools! I’m a hardcore thief, I steal but don’t share! I don’t need to build my rep, cus I just built …

Dedicated to all the asian wannabe gangsters out there. Seriously, stop trying… Lyrics: Chorus 1 I’m a Chingstah I’m an asian wannabe I don’t hang with the G’s, I just roll with the C’s When I skip down the street, all the people, they see A super badass Chingstah, they wannabe me. I run with scissors! I break the rules! I drink when I drive! I loiter in schools! I’m a hardcore thief, I steal but don’t share! I don’t need to build my rep, cus I just built a bear! Verse 1 Look at that hot …

first breath. I was blessed with this life that lived, could’ve died as a kid all the wild shit we did. Tagged my name up, then jumping from a bridge, smoking and drinking shit I don’t know what I was thinking. Mom and Pops couldn’t watch my whole life. all the stress, drugs, and fights, for all they thought wasn’t right. But in life Everything comes full circle. Now we raising boys and girls that we brought into this world. We were them young boys out there pullin pistols. No one ever …

Uhh, what, what, uhh.. [Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams")] Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E’s A drug dealer’s destiny is reachin a key Everybody’s lookin for somethin.. Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G’s Who am I to disagree? Everybody’s lookin for somethin.. [Nas] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we …

is at home? A’ see a child thru the window, 7 years old, No mother , no father, an no-one to hold So what chance does a youth in the world growin up have?, A must be glad i never grew up with what he had. His mom aint comin back, Dads up in re-hab, Jus’ lost his brother to some drugs in a sealer bag, But dont tell me that the boy watches TV Weighin up grams sniffin lines off a CD, Only 7 years old dont forget sleepin in a bed thats **** stained, cold and wet CHORUS ITS ALL CHANGED IN THE …

ass in court Always saying I’m comin to get you and I be waitin too Holiday and birthday presents was never comin through Remember at the age 13 I started smokin weed Hanging out with cats that was older, start to run the street Dropped out of high school selling drugs, impressin chicks Spent most my cheddar on gear, my man was buyin whips New York, Jamaican, Miami niggaz, flooded Virginia quick Cause signin work only if buying, prices was high as shit Remember when I first got hit, I seen …