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Comment by QuEeNsFiNeSt on January 27, 2012 at 2:30pm

I Just Cant Wait For I Cant Feel My Face

Comment by 5star theoc on January 27, 2012 at 8:56am

13-fat b and 5star the o.c.-partyboyz flex freestyle by 5startheoc

Comment by G on January 27, 2012 at 8:56am

STAY BLESSED PLZ LIKE

Comment by 5star theoc on January 27, 2012 at 8:55am

exclusive!!!!!!!!!

Comment by 5star theoc on January 27, 2012 at 8:54am

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If there's beef, **** it and dump it, the drama really means nothing
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
There's no time to **** it, no way you can stop it
When *****s run up on you wit them things out (things out)
I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this **********ing tape in court
I'll kill you - I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing
Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you, I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
Homie I ain't playing

[50 Cent]
Keep thinking I'm candy till ya ****ing skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this ***** that's a good 'nough reason
I've seen gangster's get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they *** leaking
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya lil' handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, **** I'm alright with that
We reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact homie, you go against me ya ****ed
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look *****, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
'cause ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
Cause I'd get tired of looking for ya,
Spray ya momma crib, and let ya *** look
For me

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My heart bleeds for you *****, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the ***** in you
***** you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, **** changed ************ I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still ****ing hurt when it rain
Oh you a pro at playing battleship well this ain't the same
Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of **********ing chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
If you don't want to get shot I suggest you don't go testing me (testing me)
All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessing me (blessing me)
Fin'nin to run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this ************
Cause my windows on my **********ing Benz is bulletproof *****
Cause my **********ing vest is bulletproof *****
Cause my **********ing hat is bulletproof *****
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a ****ing concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right *****

Comment by 5star theoc on January 27, 2012 at 8:54am

lets go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comment by 5star theoc on January 27, 2012 at 8:53am

thisis50.com!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comment by 5star theoc on January 27, 2012 at 8:53am

Writer: ELIZONDO, MIKE / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / MATHERS, MARSHALL BIII(EMINEM) / RESTO, LUIS

[50 Cent]
Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy right?
I owe you for this one

[Chorus]
I've been patiently waiting for a track to explode on
You can stun if you want and your *** will get rolled on
It feels like my flows been hot for so long
If you thinking I'm ****ing fall off your so wrong

[50 Cent]
Innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from nine eleven
The lords blessings leave me lyrically inclined
**** I ain't even gotta try to shine
God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at your dame
Straight out the good book, look, *****s is shook
50 fears no man, warrior swing swords like Conan
Picture me pen in hand write lines knowing the source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops should that make me bitter?
I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitter?
In this white man's world I'm similar to a squirrel
Lookin for a s*** with a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone will stop ringing again
These industry *****z ain't friends, they know how to pretend

[Chorus: x2 Eminem]
Patiently waiting to make it through all the hating
Debating whether or not you could even weather the storm.
Just lay on the table they operating to save you
Its like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above

[Eminem]
They think they're crazy but they ain't crazy lets face it, **** basically
They just playing sick, they ain't **** They ain't saying ****, spray 'em Fifty
A to the K, get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into ****ing mayhem you staying with me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not trying to confuse you
When I let loose with this Uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the message am I getting through to you?
You know whats coming you ************s don't even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, and what the **** do you got?
You got the realest and illest killers tied up in a knot
The Juggernauts of this rap **** like it or not
Its like a fight to the top just to see who died for the spot
You put your life in this, nothing like surviving the shot
Y'all know what time it is as soon as Fifty signs on this dot
**** what you know about death threats, 'cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Some cowards ****ed with the wrong building they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children - nuclear shower
There's nothing spookier, you're now about to witness the power of ****in Fifty

[Chorus: x2]

The guns spark when the shots go off
Its fifty, they say its Fifty
See a ***** laid out with his ****ing top blown off
Its fifty, man that wasn't Fifty, they don't holla my name

[50 Cent]
You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw, you should watch your mouth
Cause I'll break your face, have your *** running
Mumbling to the Jake, you going against me dog you making a mistake
Ill split you have you looking like the Michael Jackson's jackets with all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over you should call me flipper
Your *****, a regular *****, you calling her wifey
I ****ed her, I feed her fast food, you keeping her icy
I'm down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in 94' "We don't love them hoes"
I got pennies for my thoughts, now I'm rich
See the twenty's spinning looking mean on the six
*****s wearing flags, 'cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the

Comment by 5star theoc on January 27, 2012 at 8:52am

[Intro]
G-g-g G Unit!
50 Cent
Shady
Aftermath
The Dream Team
We gotta get the "Get Well" cards
N***** is sick
Feel this
Motion picture s***
Hahahaha

[Freestyle]
Now don't think I won't hit ya 'cause I'm popular
I got a P90 Ruger, gonna pop at ya
Catch ya slippin', I'mma give ya what I got for ya
My clip loaded with 16 shots for ya
You never had a hot gun on your waste and blood on your shoe
'Cause a n**** went and said the wrong s*** to you
Homie you ain't been through, what I been through
You not like me and I'm not like you
I'm like an animal with it when I spit it, it's crazy
Got semi-autos and put holes in n***** tryna play me
One shot is not enough, you need at least an uzi to move me
After four bottles of "Don," the kid start feelin' woozie
I write my life, you write what you see in gangsta movies
I'm gangsta to the core, n**** you can't move me
I find my space at the top
I got this rap s*** locked
I never heard of you, you heard of me
I murder you, spit shells at your convertible
Lotus, you notice
Rich or poor, hollows still go through your door
This is war
You scared of me, you not prepared for me
The kid is back, 50 Cent
I know you like that, yea I know you like that

Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out
I’ma rip this s*** till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out
I’ma rip this s*** till my bone collapse

Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart
what is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me, smart.
And its absurd how people hang on every word.
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.
Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse.
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bump some rappers.
So this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them
The track is on some battling raps who want some static
Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest.

Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out
I’ma rip this s*** till my bone collapse.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.
Till the smoke clears out and my high wear out
I’ma rip this s*** till my bone collapse.

Until the roof
The roof comes off
Until my legs
give out form underneath me

[Eminem:]
I will not fall,
I will stand tall,
Feels like no one could beat me.

Comment by 5star theoc on January 27, 2012 at 8:51am

Yeah! Uh huh! So seductive!

[Chorus]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick my lollipop
Go ahead girl and don't you stop
Keep going till you hit the spot, whoa!
(I'll take you to the candy shop)
(Boy one taste of what I got)
(I'll have you spending all you got)
(Keep going till you hit the spot, whoa!)

You can have it your way, how do you want it?
You goin' back that thing up or should I push up on it
Temperature rising, okay, let's go to the next level
Dance floor, jam packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for ya now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the Magic Stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you bout how sprung I got you
want to show me you can work it baby, no problem
Get on top, then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this ****
After you work up a sweat you can play wit the stick
I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can
I'll melt in your mouth girl not in your hand

[Chorus]

Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You ain't never heard it sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door, she get to pulling on my zipper
It's like it's a race, who could get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs
Having me thinking about that *** after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow mo on the floor when we grind
As long as she ain't stopping homie, I ain't stopping
Dripping wet wit sweat man it's on and popping
On my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle it's on
Now we goin' sip to every bubble now every bottle is gone

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