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Straight To The Bank lyrics

when im gone

[Introduction]
Yeah...
It's my life...
My own words I guess...

[Verse 1]
Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?
Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?
When they know they're your heart
And you know you were their armour
And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'her
But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?
And everything you stand for, turns on you to spite you?
What happens when you become the main source of her pain?
"Daddy look what I made", Dad's gotta go catch a plane
"Daddy where's Mommy? I can't find Mommy where is she?"
I don't know go play Hailie, baby, your Daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gonna write itself
I'll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around on that song and tell her you love her
And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her
That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy
Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby...

[Chorus]
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel my pain
Just smile back
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel my pain
Just smile back...

[Verse 2]
I keep having this dream, I'm pushin' Hailie on the swing
She keeps screaming, she don't want me to sing
"You're making Mommy cry, why? Why is Mommy crying?"
Baby, Daddy ain't leaving no more, "Daddy you're lying
"You always say that, you always say this is the last time
"But you ain't leaving no more, Daddy you're mine"
She's piling boxes in front of the door trying to block it
"Daddy please, Daddy don't leave, Daddy - no stop it!"
Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket
It's got a picture, "this'll keep you safe Daddy, take it withcha'"
I look up, it's just me standing in the mirror
These fuckin' walls must be talking, cuz man I can hear 'em
They're saying "You've got one more chance to do right" - and it's tonight
Now go out there and show that you love 'em before it's too late
And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door
It's turns to a stage, they're gone, and this spotlight is on
And I'm singing...

[Chorus]
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel my pain
Just smile back
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel my pain
Just smile back...

[Verse 3]
Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat
The curtain closes, they're throwing roses at my feet
I take a bow and thank you all for coming out
They're screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd
I glance down, I don't believe what I'm seeing
"Daddy it's me, help Mommy, her wrists are bleeding,"
But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?
"I followed you Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'
"You lied to me Dad, and now you make Mommy sad
"And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'
"That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin
"I get the point - fine, me and Mommy are going"
But baby wait, "it's too late Dad, you made the choice
"Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us"
That's what they want, they want you Marshall, they keep.. screamin' your name
It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take another pill
Yeah, I bet you you will. You rap about it, yeah, word, k-keep it real
I hear applause, all this time I couldn't see
How could it be, that the curtain is closing on me
I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it
Put it to my brain and scream "die Shady" and pop it
The sky darkens, my life flashes, the plane that I was supposed to be on crashes and burns to ashes
That's when I wake up, alarm clock's ringin', there's birds singin'
It's Spring and Hailie's outside swinging, I walk right up to Kim and kiss her
Tell her I miss her, Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister
Almost as if to say..

[Chorus/Outro]
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel my pain
Just smile back
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling
And I didn't feel a thing, So baby don't feel my pain
Just smile back...

Lose yourself

[Intro]
Look.. if you had.. one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted.. in one moment
Would you capture it.. or just let it slip? Yo..

[Verse 1]
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
to drops bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how? Everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up, over - BLAOW!
Snap back to reality, OHH - there goes gravity
OHH - there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't
Give up that easy nope, he won't have it
He knows, his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so sad that he knows
when he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's
back to the lab again, yo, this whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Chorus]
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better - lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go (go)
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
You better..

[Verse 2]
Soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is boring; but superstardom's
close to post-mortem, it only grows harder
Homie grows hotter, he blows it's all over
These hoes is all on him, coast to coast shows
He's known as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera
is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old partner
But the beat goes on da-da-dum da-dum da-dah

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfuckin roof off like two dogs caged
I was playin in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepped right in the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
fact that I can't get by with my nine to
five and I can't provide the right type of
life for my family, cause man, these God damn
food stamps don't buy diapers, and there's no movie
There's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard, and it's gettin even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed plus, teeter-totter
Caught up between bein a father and a primadonna
Baby momma drama screamin on her too much for me to wanna
stay in one spot, another day of monotony
has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got
to formulate a plot, or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfuckin option, failure's not
Mom I love you but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's Lot
So here I go it's my shot, feet fail me not
This may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus]

[Outro]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man

smack that

Shady
Convict
Up front
Akon
Slim Shady
I see the one
cuz she be that lady

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.

Up front style. Ready to attack now.
Pull in the parking lot slow with the lack down.
Convicts got the whole thing packed down.
Step in the club. The wardrobe intact now.
I feel it. Go on and crack now.
Ooh, I see it. Don't let back now.
Im'a call her. Then I put the mack down.
Money? No problem. Pocket full of that now.

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.

Ooh! Looks like another club banger.
They better hang on.
When I throw this thang on.
Get a little drink on. They goin' flip.
For this Akon shit. You can bank on it.
Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws.
The way she climbs up and down them poles.
Lookin' like one of them Pretty Cat Dolls.
Tryna hold my woody back through my drawers.
Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her.
Creeps up behind me and she's like, you're -
I'm like, yeah I know, let's cut to the chase.
No time to waste. Back to my place.
Plus from the club to the crib's like a mile away.
Or more like a palace, shall I say.
And plus I got a pal. Every gal is game.
In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing!
(Akon!)

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh

Eminem's rollin', D an' them rollin'.
Boo an' Oh Marvelous an' them rollin'.
Women just hoin'.
Big booty rollin'.
Soon I be all in them an' throwin D.
Hittin' no less than 3.
Block will style like wee, wee.
Girl, I can tell you want me, 'cause lately.

I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.

Eminem - Rabbit Run Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits
My life's likes one great big ball of sh*t
If I could just, put it all in the all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and sh*t
While I sit, writers block, sick of all this sh*t
Cant call it sh*t, all I know is im about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom’s alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that’s all, that’s it
I aint dealing with another f*ckin politic
Im like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
im about to kill it, I can feel it building up
blow this building up, I’ve concealed enough
my cup runneth over, I dun filled it up,
the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
well imma show you what, you gonna feel my rush
you don’t feel it, then it must be too real to touch
p, im about to tear sh*t up
goosebumps, yeah, imma make your hairs sit up
yeah sit up, imma tell you who I be
imma make you hate me, cos you aint me
you wait, it aint too late to finally see
what you closed-minded f*cks, what you blind to see
whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
out this world, aint no one out there mind as me
u need peace of mind? Here’s a piece of mine
all I need’s a line,
but sometimes I don’t always find the words to rhyme
to express how Im really feeling at that time, yea
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes

just sometimes, it’s always me
how dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece Of paper,

[Verse 2]
im desperate at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this sh*t off my chest again
Stuck in a slum, can't think of nothing
F*ck im stuck, but wait, here comes something
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
drink a lid up and throw the sh*t out
im fizzling out, thought I figured it out
ball’s in my court, but im scared to dribble it out
im afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?
Sign that I spit to the grave, real enough to rowl you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
Ima switch, hit a b*tch, jimmy smith aint a quitter
ima sit it here till i get enough of me to finally hit
a f*cking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,
flip the coin b*tch, come get destroyed,
an mc's worst dream, i make em jinx,
they hate me, see me and shake like a changling fence,
by the looks of em you would swear that jaws was comin,
by the screams of him, you would swear im sawwin someone,
by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin,
Its now or never, and tonight its all or nothing,
mama jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said hed be back,
he pinky promised, i dont think hes honest,
ill be back baby, i just gotta beat this clock
f*ck this clock, ima make them eat this watch,
dont believe me watch, ima win this race,
and ima come back and rub my sh*t in your face b*tch,
i found my nitch, you gunna hear my voice,
till ur sick of it, you aint gunna have a choice,
if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance ill grab it, Rabbit Run

eminem - no apologies

In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
An arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpal tunnel, Marshall with start shit-itis
Hardheaded and hotheaded, bullheaded and pigheaded
Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache - I'm sick
Quick-witted, for every lyric spitted,
There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it
So quick, this dynamite stick, bury the wick,
It's gonna explode any minute - some lunatic lit it,
And it's not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling
When I stop selling I'll quit so, stop dwelling
I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready,
'Cause I got jelly like (Beyonce's) pot belly
This is destiny, yes money, I'm off running
So get off me, I'm not slowing or softening

Chorus:

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry,
You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me,
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, I'm not even acknowledging you at all,
'till I get a call that God's coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny
I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me,
No apologies

Verse 2:

My head hits the pillow, a weepin' willow
I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos help just to keep me mellow
Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows
I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over
These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
I keep sayin' it - I can’t stress it enough,
So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs
I choke mics like asphyxiation,
While I'm strangling my own throat and masturbatin' (ha-ha)
Fuck yeah, I'm a basket case and I mastered this rap shit,
'till my ass gets wasted, 'till my assassination,
[No Apologies lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

'till I'm slain cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mag - a fascination, a taste for disaster,
And if that's the case then..

Chorus:

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry,
You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me,
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, I'm not even acknowledging you at all,
'till I get a call that God's coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny
I could spit in your face while you're standing across from me,
No apologies

Verse 3:

This song isn't for you it's for me - A true mc,
It's what he'll do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a real MC
Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly,
You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me,
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me
Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self-loathing and mourning,
So I’m warning you, don’t coax me
It’s silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing,
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing - it's stupid,
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded,
All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talking 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did,
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin',
And you too you can..

Outro: [X2]

..Expect no sympathy from me, I'm an mc,
This is how I'm supposed to be
Cold as a G, my heart’s frozen it don't even beat
So expect no apologies

Evo 50 cent!!!!!!!!!!G G G G G G G unit

187 Lyrics

Artist: Ice Cube f/ Lil Jon, Snoop Dogg
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Song: Go to Church

Lyrics:

[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was dangerous when you took it

Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya

[Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!)
_Crunk Juice_ nigga run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt
Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Snoop Dogg]
Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio
Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio
You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin?
It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin
I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme
You don't really wanna have a clash with my team
I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings
If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans
Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean
Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared
You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared)

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)
Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)
Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls

Peep Show Lyrics

This rap game
This rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
But im telling ya no it aint happ-ning

This rap game
This rap game
I aint sellin my soul for this rap game
I aint digging a whole for this rap game
This rap game
This rap game

No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass!!!G-unit!!!!
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Bitch I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls leave - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me
Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin I don't squash the beef
You better kill me! I'ma be another rapper dead
for poppin off at the mouth with shit I shouldn'ta said
But when they kill me - I'm bringin the world with me
Bitches too! You ain't nuttin but a girl to me
... I said you don't, wanna fuck with Kiky (cause why?)
Cause Kiky, will fuckin kill you (ah-haha)
I said you don't, wanna fuck with Kiky (why?)
Cause Kiky, will fuckin kill you...

Bad Boys 2 Soundtrack Lyrics

Artist: Notorious B.I.G. & 50 Cent Lyrics
Song: Realest Niggas Lyrics
[Intro] (50 Cent)
I love niggas! I love niggas!
Cause niggas are me!
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!)
I love to see niggas shoot through shit (Did it again)
And to all niggas that do it I love

[B.I.G.]
To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!)
To all my Uptown (You niggas understand?!)
To all my Bronx (It's war nigga)
To all my Queensbridge (I'll blow you away)

[Verse: B.I.G.]
Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick
And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get
With the hoods fatigues with the boots with trees
Smokin weed, flippin ki's, makin crazy G's
Hittin' buckshots at niggas that open spots
On the avenue, take my loot, and I'm baggin you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet, in her pantyhose
Damn, a nigga style is unorthodox
Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga wanna act out
I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out
That's a real nigga for ya

[Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Verse: B.I.G.]
When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths
Just in case dread wanna riff
He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very
Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried
That's a real nigga for ya
Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer
Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say
She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway
Up North found first stop for the town
of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover doo-doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the ruler

[Chorus](2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Verse: 50 Cent]
When I was young my M.O. was to go hail the Henny
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people feel your awkward
I tame I'm not lame
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa'
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pushy niggas get hard lip syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
Even the hood they feel me {*gun cocked*} hah! I'm on fire!
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Even bootlegged you know, bump my shit, bitch!

[Chorus](2x)
We the realest nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
Squeeze the trigga' leave a nigga fa' sho!

[Eminem]
I got 50 Cent
I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch
With Obie Triiiiice
So watch what you say
Before you call our name
If you say one more thing
It won't be nice

Here we go
I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jellous of us to love us
You ain't it
G-Unit made it
And Obie's comin
D-Twizzy's comin
You sick to your stomach
50% is 50-Cent
The other 50% is who's color skin it is
Well if you're even considering takin our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin to get too intriqette into it
I'm just tryin to give you a little hint for your own benefit
Cuz then it's gunna get to the point where it escalates into some other shit
Then Im a flip
Then Im a get to stompin in my Air Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two pairs or it's one
It's gunna feel like there's so many feet kickin you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me
Thinkin they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Ya'll tickle me pink
I think I'd just rather have pink tiggle me
Hickory dickory dock tickoty tock tickety a little bit of the diggity dock diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jiga jig jiga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb diggity

We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records, we the label fa sho
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
We gon' fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, we gonna kill your fuckin label 4-sho

Shady in the place to be seen
And I got what it takes to rock the mic RIGHT!
Still watch what you say to me punk cuz I'm off probation in less then 6 MONTHS!

Shady Records
Still Aftermath
And don’t think we don’t hear you motherfuckers talking
Cuz we do
We see yall
But we just gonna sit back for a minute and watch what the fuck yall do

50 Cent Amusement Park Lyrics

50 Cent - Straight To The Bank lyrics

"G-Unit"

[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buck]
Vacate your home I come to break your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
They'll never know what happened
When we come through, them cowards dont want none
They screamin' that they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come hear nigga don't run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' thinkin' security gon' save 'em
Nobody gon' speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night, and the neighbors gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus - 50 Cent:]
We got action where you don't
Show up places where you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am loco
Betta than so-so, the games in the choke hold
Diss me is a no-no I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the go-go
In L.A. they ride on low-low's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gainin' his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cocked ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them llama's
Non stop make it hot, we on top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not your average artists
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick, same old shit that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Guess who's back mothafucka gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of 'em fit
Your hundreds is shorter I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and a quarter, a couple cars and a lawyer
Counter packin' a bitch, and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits, I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we perform in all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tecks with me
I gotta go cause I'm gettin' older, you niggas ain't gettin' over
G-U-NIT

Movin’ on Up Lyrics

Fire Lyrics

[Chorus]
Artist: Ice Cube f/ Lil Jon, Snoop Dogg
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Song: Go to Church

Lyrics:

[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga you need to stop snitchin!
All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin
Nigga if you scared, go to church
You knew the job was dangerous when you took it

Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete

[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya

[Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!)
_Crunk Juice_ nigga run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)
In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts
That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt
Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)
Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)
And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up
When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Snoop Dogg]
Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio
Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio
You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is
"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in
Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers
Hang out with kidnappers and jackers
Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin?
It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin
I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme
You don't really wanna have a clash with my team
I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings
If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans
Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean
Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends
Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?
You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Lil Jon: repeat 2X]
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker you scared
You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared)

[Chorus 2X: Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)
If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)
IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

[Ice Cube] + (Lil Jon)
It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)
Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)
Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)
Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)
Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls

Come & Go Lyrics

50 Cent Lyrics

"300 Bars & Runnin'"

[INTRO]
My mama took me to Sam Goody's
I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD
I took that shit home
That shit was wack like a muthafucka
Don't fuck with Game

I like 50 Cent
He reminds me Spongebob
And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues
And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer
They're my friends
Psyche

I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem
Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD
Took that shit home, put it in my boom box
Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit
Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88
I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man
So this Black Wallstreet for life now
GGG-UNOT!

[GAME]
300 Bars and Runnin
Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes
Walk with me

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them *****z they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer
Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why would I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a ***** take shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em
What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only *****z that rapped in Philly?
See them *****z with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis Jack in Philly
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops
So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops
Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spot
Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the block
So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get lonely on top
You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop
You sell records but a GGG-u not!
Acting big on the radio, to me you not
You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop
Run up on that new 300 C you got
Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop
And I hope you black out before you see the cops
I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot
I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap
Bring hell to *****z when Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped
Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's about when the Ruger clap, is rufus back
I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?
Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's go
Drop them off, then the sound like Esko
I'm a say 'he hit me first' if me and Dre talk
All Nas said back was he had a ??
Now that's the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see
*****z running their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I proceed to clapping
And you gon' see the captain with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
Then I go right back, ***** I pop mines
How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my *****z make collect calls
1-800-split a faggot ***** wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge
Now your career is over, career is over
We in QB, banging CNN in the rover
T-O-N-Y, that's Capone and NORE
You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that shit off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3
I'm airing their ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a G-Unit toy soldier
On Sesame street doing voice overs
Bitch ass ***** need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines
That's the wrong *****, when you need help with your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad cuz I ain't wanna make your beef mine
You got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact
Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that
Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that
I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
I said
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it
Came with two hundred, ***** this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both feet in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any *****, say my name muthafuck I'm gunnin'
You can put it on skee if you want it
I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I catch the ***** Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did
Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his
Cuz Bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for that Shadyville chain
That 380 spill brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre
This ***** bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes
So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes
Cuz when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off *****z on them CD's and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the instant replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for your shit just a lil bit
*****z only for your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killer shit
My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick
Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell Ecko to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings
Take my advice, never wear air max for the game
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king
Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Life Goes On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself
***** stop acting tough before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the passenger
Fase yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' backing up
Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I pass 'em up
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em
In and out of lanes like a New York cab
I miss the Old King, that New York had
Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the Jake *****?
Got his crew starving cuz he aint the whole cake, *****
He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got?
We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot
I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same ***** wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what happened to the thug?
Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
***** got mad when The Game start buzzing
So fuck making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go
***** I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
Just wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head back to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks fitted

Pull the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord take it away
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day
*****z hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away
Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so I can drive down criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the winter to stay
Cuz I'm a cold ***** when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granades
And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game
Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
Now back to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, they call ??
Cuz they heard about what went on in D.C.
Heard about Hot 97, my beef with 50

Now tell me do he got a conscience?
I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference
I'd rather be pushing rock, like ??
50 whispered in my ear, like we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles Bronson
Middle finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming
Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common
Now that ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is noodles, I throw it up like vomit
And I still shine like diamonds
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman
It's still Aftermath, two feet in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because
I'm in the hood politican, Impala liftin'
And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up like Kim before the d-cup
Continuously getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force
I said fuck Benzino and got the cover of The Source
Feel me? If not then I guess you gotta kill me
But you ain't gon' do that so muthafucka move back
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss ya'll, can I get a hand clap?
Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They won't know which hole to patch up, when the 'K' clap
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga?
Say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down like the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my AK-47
This nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that David cuz you love your life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucka I'ma show you who the gangsta
All you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta?
When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve left you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow
Then he made you temporary replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to swallow
And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago
I call my nigga Jojo to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten stacks
Picture that, I thought we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 that I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find
I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one shot of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy Shop
Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops
And Olivia, I mean for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, like I just beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet rock
Don't worry about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck Reebocks
I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a tree top
The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three spots
280 in, ain't no getting me back
I'm yelling fuck the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it's whoever muthafucka, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever muthafucka, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peace
You don't want war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, capiche (sp?)
Let 'em rest in peace
From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot replace 'em
If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the throne is for the taking
So I climb the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the weight of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from taking it over
This is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is over
I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone

My Gun Go Off Lyrics

50 Cent Lyrics

nedjelja, 23.09.2007.

50 CENT U DOMU SPORTOVA

Glasine o zagrebackom koncertu 50 centa po svemu sudeci bile su istinite posto je nabildani reper dobio mjesto i vrijeme svog prvog gostovanja u hrvatskoj.Fifty bi,javlja portal vip.hr,trebao nastupiti 4.prosinca u Domu sportova,a koncert organizira producentska tvrtka Neki Daniels Media koju vodi zagrebacki hip hoper Nered.Tom ce prilikom predstaviti aktualni album "Curtis" ,a vise informacija bit ce poznato uskoro. rofl

Ljudi moi ja neznan stae ovo prvo kazu 50 cent gotova karijera otkaza sve koncerte ovo ono ja popizdin.... bang i onda danas u svin mogucin medijima 50 cent u zg....pa ljudi moi jeli to moguce....nikad nisan bia sritniji rofl samo se nadan da je istina...a oni mali kanye west ili kako se pise malo govno triba ga na lomacu burninmad ...a tako van to ide

A ljudi moi ovi vikend mi je bilo odlicno ubiti jos nije gotov ali zakoon....ljubav je konacno okrenila na bolje hehe cerek ...jucer smo bili u doce stari bilo odlicno zajebancija ludnica pa posli na trstenik thumbup ...a danas ce isto bit odlicno...idemo na kopilicu pa onda u f-a ili doce...ma isti kurac party ...a vec su prosla tri duuuuuuga jebena tjedna skole...ajme mrzin je puknucu ...ekipa zakon party ....eto van iden ca...nedode li 50 cent mogu se slobodno ubit...ajde pozzzz mah ...citamo se brzo thumbup
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| kOmENtArI (34) | PrInTaNjE | aJ cA |

ponedjeljak, 17.09.2007.

:::...:::EVO MENE OPET:::...:::EVO JA VAN KONACNO ODLUCIA CESCE PISAT BLOG:::...:::KAD NEMAN STA PAMETNIJE RADIT:::...::::

Eo vec prosla 2 duuuga tjedna jebene skole a ono stari razred ludnica zakon...sutra na poljud na koncert i utakmicu za vatrogasce i skola jedva da je imamo a u sridu iman samo jedan sat...haha...zakon rofl ...pozdrav svin kastelanima iz razreda party a eo sad van se uglavnon izlazi na trstenik a znan ono lutat sa ekipon po gradu...ali vazno da se ni jedna utakmica ne propusta hehe mislin ono:::...:::TORCIDA:::...::: rofl .....eo ljudi ovi tjedan iden snimat pismu...bit ce ludnica...adamu izlazi album 3.11. tad mu je i rodendan...ala jbt jucer je bila ludnica vani potukli se peter i ado oko narukvice hehe koa cipa loool....onda san van u petak priko cilog trstenika biza od pandurije...jbt. kolko ih je bilo...a u subotu na hajduk varteks dosli panduri i vatrogasci gasit stolice...haha...mito i korupcija bang ....eo bas van slusan novi cd od 50 centa i ubijan se od dosade...a ono brale jedva cekan sad ic snimat ovi tjedan...zakon...M.O.D. squad...e ljudi moji nisan van reka da san konacno upozna vjeku .... bracu sa msn-a stari dopisujemo se godinu dana,a tek se ovi tjedan upoznali hehe ma ludnica...lik je legenda...posto nisan dugo pisa post sad moran stavit neke nove stvari npr dizajn,pismu,opise,slike itd ali isto tako izbrisat tako da van iden ca ... citamo se brzo e i jos za kraj pozdrav:zvoni_d_jebachu (a nesto mi je tuzan ovih dana),tenkicu,toni,peri,ezgeti,adamu,braci,vicku,shitumu,tomicu, marku_d_tranticica,peteru,marinu,ivi,CILON 1.D GRADEVINSKE,svabi,kokanu,malesu,karlu,komi,encu,miliu,lisici,andelki,antoniji,mariji,ireni,nazorki,mireli,mihi,livaji.... u jbt moga bi do godine nabrajat ma pozz svima koliko vas ima...sorry ako san nekog zaboravia...citamo se brzo

| kOmENtArI (41) | PrInTaNjE | aJ cA |

nedjelja, 15.07.2007.

yo ljudi...ajme odkad nisan pisa post pa evo novi nakon po godine
ka sta pise u naslovu nisan dugo pisa nista ali sve jedno neman puno toga za rec ali evo nesto...
izlazin van na bace u hip hopa najvise ali budemo i na katalinka...upozna san pun kurac ljudi...
kupan se na bacama...kad mi je dosadno slusan muziku (naravno rap) e kad smo vec kod rap-a tia bi pozdravit Adama koi ce mi pomoc dosta...znat ce te vise kad bude vrime...e mozda neznate ali sad san se osisa...skrooz...i ovako mi se vise svida...e tia bi pozdravit i bracu iz varosa...znamo se priko msn-a lik je legenda ali jos se nismo upoznali,ali nadan se da ocemo...danas san bia na moru ajme bilo je preejebeno:ja,zvone,miso,peter,pero itd...to bi bilo sve za sada javit cu van se opet brzo

| kOmENtArI (40) | PrInTaNjE | aJ cA |

ponedjeljak, 19.02.2007.

2pac

BIOGRAFIJA OD 2PACA

2Pac

Godine 1971, 16.lipnja u svojoj 22. godini Afeni Shakur rodila je u New York-škoj bolnici Tupac-a. Samo mjesec dana prije toga puštena je iz ženskog zatvora u Greenwich Village-u nakon sto je odsluzila kaznu jer je bila osumljicena da je ucestvovala u navodnom planu grupe Panther da bombarduju banke i robne kuce. Tupac je po rđenju dobio ime Lesane Parish Crooks, ali mu je majka u ranom djetinjstvu promjenila ime u Tupac Ameru Shakur. Na arapskom “Tupac Amaru” znaci “Blistava zmija” , a “Shakur” znaci “Zahvalan bogu”.

Kao dijete, Tupac se sa svojom porodicom cesto selio-njegova majka i sestra su se prvo preselile iz Brooklyna u Baltimore gdje je Tupac pohađao Baltimorsku školu Primenjenih Umjetnosti (njegovi nastavnici su bili zadivljeni njegovim mogucnostima) pa onda u Oakland (California) gdje se on i poceo bavit rapom. Pod imenom 'MC New York' Tupac je radio sa grupom Bay Area MC's. Ali ubrzo je shvatio da, da bi njegove vjestine provalili i priznali ljudi širom zemlje, morao je nastupiti u javnosti sa nekom poznatom grupom. Uspjeo je to napravitii: gostovao je na pjesmi "Same Song" grupe Digital Undergound sa albuma "This Is An EP Release" i u spotu za istu pjesmu. To mu je donijelo ugovor za plocu koji je potpisao za izdavacku kucu Interscope.

Godinu dana kasnije, 1991, Tupac je izdao svoj debi album "2Pacalypse Now". Ne moze se reci da je to bio neki revolucionaran i poseban album ali neke pjesme (kao sto je npr. "Brenda's Got A Baby") bile su prilicno originalne sa sasvim drugacijom, osjecajnijom temom od vecine rap pjesama iz tog vremena. U tom periodu, Tupac je dokazao da moze napraviti vise od dobre rime - snimio je svoj prvi film "Juice", a u listopadu iste godine dosao je u prvi sukob sa zakonom- poveo je parnicu vrijednu 10 milijuna dolara protiv oklendske policije koja ga je,kako je rekao, "nepravedno napala zbog navodnog nepravilnog prelazenja ulice". Jos problema za njega javilo se prilikom suđenja za ubojstvo jednom tinejdzeru koji je izjavio da je ubio policajca uglavnom zbog uticaja Tupacovog prvog albuma i njegove tematike. Tadasnji potpredsjednik Dan Quayle trazio je da se album "2Pacalypse Now" povuce iz prodaje, međutim od toga nije bilo nista.

Godine 1993. Tupac je dobio jos popularnosti zahvaljujuci svom drugom albumu "Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z." koji je, iako se u pocetku vrlo slabo prodavao, izbacio party jam klasik "I Get Around" i stvar posvecenu svim samohranim majkama "Keep Ya Head Up" cime je uspio dostici zlatni tiraz. Iste godine Tupac je snimio svoj drugi film "Poetic Justice" u kome se pored njega pojavljuje i Janet Jackson (sto je mozda bio i razlog velike popularnosti ovog fiilma) koji se i pored njegove sjajne glume svrstava u njegove slabije filmove. 1993. je ujedno i godina kada je Tupac 'izgubio kontrolu'. U ožujku '93. odležao je 15 dana u zatvoru jer je pretukao rezisera Allena Hughesa iz LA-a. Zatim je u 4.mj pritvoren na 10 dana zbog prijetnji jednom svom rap-kolegi palicom za bejzbol. U listopadu iste godine uhičen je pod optuzbom da je pucao na dva policajca u civilu, ali je optuznica bila povučena. Mjesec dana kasnije, optuzen je za seksualno zlostavljanje jedne svoje obožavateljice u hotelskoj sobi u New York-u, a u 4.mj sjledece godine uhičen je u LA-u zbog posedovanja vatrenog oruzja i marihuane. Poslje toga snimio je svoj treci film "Above The Rim" sa sjajnom Tupacovom glumom i odlicnim soundtrackom koji izlazi za Death Row Records. Dok je cekao presudu za optuzbu za silovanje, u studiju je neko na njega ispalio pet hitaca. Bio je ubjeđen da iza toga stoje njegovi East Coast suparnici Notorious B.I.G. i Puff Daddy. Nekoliko dana kasnije osuđen je na od 1.5 do 4.5 godine zatvora zbog silovanja. Dok je provodio dane u zatvorsjkoj celiji izasla su dva albuma povezana sa njegovim imenom.

Prvi je bio album njegove grupe Thug Life, "Thug Life Vol 1", na cijem omotu je poznata Tupacova 'two middle fingers up' slika. Njegove rime na albumu su bile prilicno dobre ali rapanje ostalih clanova i produkcija nisu bile nista posebno. Drugi album je "Me Against The World", njegov najkritikovaniji album sa sjajnim pesmama kao sto je "Dear Mama" posvecena njegovoj majci. U listopadu 1995, osam mjeseci od njegovog zatvaranja, Tupacu je stigla privlacna ponuda Suge Knighta koji je ponudio da mu plati kauciju od 1.4 milijuna dolara pod uslovom da potpise za Sugeovu kucu Death Row i postane jedan od njenih 'rap vojnika'. Tupac je pristao i za novog izdavaca objavio prvi dupli CD u povijestii rap muzike, "All Eyez On Me" koji je potukao dosta rekorda. Dosada je sest puta postigao platinasti tiraz, postao najprodavaniji dupli album svih albuma poslje Beatlesa. Sadrzao je sjajne pjesme kao sto su "California Love", "All Eyez On Me" i jos dosta drugih. Pjesma koja je izazvala najvise frke i koja se nije ni nasla na albumu, bila je stvar "Hit 'Em Up" koja je predstavljala diss svim ljudima koji su ga nervirali (uglavnom East Coast reperi) kao sto su Notorious B.I.G, Puff Daddy, Li'l Kim, Junior M.A.F.I.A., Li'l Caesar, Mobb Deep, Chino XL i jos mnogo drugih. Poslje toga ucestvovao je u jos tri filmska projekta- "Gridlock'd" sa Tim Rothom (prica o dva narkosa koji pokusavaju ostaviti drogu), "Bullet" u kome glumi poznati Mickey Rourke i "Gang Related" sa Jimom Belushijem (prica o dvojici pokvarenih detektiva).

Poslednji dogadjaj u Tupacovom zivotu odigrao se u subotu 7. rujna 1996: dok su se Tupac i Suge Knight vozili prema nekom klubu, vracajuci se sa meča Majka Tajsona, bijeli kadilak im se priblizio a njegov vlasnik je ispalio 12 metaka u njihov crni BMW. Tupac je primio cetiri metka u grudi dok je Suge samo bio povredjen djelicima metkova i staklom. Brzo su ih odveli u University Medical Centre gdje je Tupac prebacen na intenzivnu njegu zbog obilnog unutrasnjeg krvarenja. Lječnicii su izveli najmanje tri operacije i odstranili mu desno plucno krilo, ali uprkos njihovim naporima, petka 13. rujna 1996. Tupac Amaru Shakur je preminuo. Bio je to veliki udarac i nenadoknadiv gubitak koliko za njegove prijatelje i porodicu, toliko i za cijelu muzicku scenu.

Nakon Tupac-ove smrti izasla su jos cetiri njegova albuma. Pod alijasom Makaveli (na njega su uticala djela Nikola Makijavelija koja je izucavao dok je bio u zatvoru) izasao je album "The Don Killuminati...The Seven Day Theory", vjerovatno njegovo 'najljuce' izdanje gde je skoro svaka pjesma ispunjena bijesom i dissanjem. Misljenja o njemu su vrlo razlicita: neki kazu da je to njegov najbolji album, neki kazu da je to njegov najgori album. Njegova majka Afeni osnovala je svoju sopstvenu izdavacku kucu Amaru Records i za nju izdala kompilaciju dotada neobjavljenih 2Pacovih pjesama "R U Still Down (Remeber Me)". Iako su tekstovi i rime dobri, neki beatovi su pomalo slabiji tako da zvuci pomalo razjedinjeno, ali ipak javnost je jedva docekala da cuje novi Tupacov materijal tako da nije lose prosao. Godine 1998. objavljen je album "Greatest Hits" na kome se pored Tupacovih starih dobrih hitova nalazi i par novih pjesama od kojih odskace pre svega "Changes". Jos jedan zvanicno objavljen album je "Still I Rise" sa pocetka 2000. koji je Tupac napravio zajedno sa grupom The Outlawz. Iste godine, 21. studenog, objavljen je projekat "The Rose That Grew From Concrete" inspirisan Tupacovom poezijom na kojem grupa dobro poznatih rap umjetnika adaptira njegovu poeziju u muzički materijal.

Toliko o najvecoj zvjezdi gangsta rapa, Tupac Shakuru. Bez sumnje, njegova smrt je ogroman gubitak za cijelu rep scenu. Neki od njegovih vjernih fanova veruju da ce 'uskrsnuti' 2003. i tako se narugati svim svojim East Coast rivalima...Bio mrtav ili ziv, 2Pac je za sobom ostavio izvanredan materijal koji ce se prenositi u generacijama rap publike

Eminem

Pravo ime: Marshall Bruce Mathers III
Rođen: 17.10. 1972. u Kansas City-u

Biografija

JEDAN od najzanimljivijih rappera današnjice, Marshall Bruce Mathers, poznatiji kao Eminem, počeo se baviti rap glazbom još u osnovnoj školi.

U dobi od 12 godina preselio se u Detroit s majkom. Počeo se baviti hip hop glazbom još kao dječak u školskoj blagavaonici repajući pred prijateljima, i uspjeh u glazbi je uskoro postala njegova životna ambicija, zbog koje je odustao od škole i radio neko vrijeme teške fizičke poslove za male novce.

Nakon što je neko vrijeme bio polovica dueta Soul Intent, Eminem je izdao svoj prvi solo album nazvan "Infinite" 1996. za nezavisnu izdavačku kuću Web Entertainment. Govoreći jednom prilikom o "Infinite", Eminem je rekao: "Taj album mi je pomogao da se odredim kao izvođač, da odaberem svoj stil, da odlučim kako želim zvučati i kako se želim prikazati svijetu." Album nije bio veliki komercijalni uspjeh, ali je Eminemu bio vrijedno iskustvo što se tiče snimanja i izvođenja.

1997. Eminem osvaja drugo mjesto na freestyle natjecanju, koje je bilo dio Rap Olimpijade koja se te godine održavala u Los Angelesu. Razočaran slabom prođom albuma "Infinite", Eminem sam financira (i pritom ostaje bez novčića) i izdaje svoj drugi solo materijal, projekt nazvan "The Slim Shady EP".

Album je bio zapravo napad na lokalnu glazbenu industriju i neke ljude iz te branše, ali i na život općenito. "The Slim Shady EP" je izazvao velik interes underground rap scene, što je Eminem iskoristio te poslao "Infinite" na adresu velike izdavačke kuće Interscope Records. Ljudima iz Interscope se album svidio.

Od nastupa u legendarnom rap show programu ? The Wake Up Show, preko suradnje s glazbenicima poput MC Shabaam Sahdeeq-a i Kid Rocka, Eminem je postajao sve popularniji i prisutniji u medijima. Tako ga je jednom prilikom čuo i legendarni rap producent, bivši član N.W.A., Dr. Dre, pri čemu je bio tako oduševljen Eminemovim nastupom da je u roku od dva tjedna potpisao za Dre-ovu etiketu Aftermath.

1999. je definitivno bila Eminemova godina. Poduprijet Dr. Dre-om, najavio je svoj dolazak singlom "My Name Is", na kojem se prostački ismijavao svojim roditeljima, Pameli Anderson, i više-manje svakome koga se sjetio. "My Name Is" preko noći postao je hit, pjesmu su neprestano vrtili po raznoraznim radio stanicama.

Nošen krilima slave, Eminem izdaje "The Slim Shady LP", pri čemu je jedan od producenata albuma bio i sam Dr. Dre. Album je u tjednu u kojem je izdan skočio na broj 2 Billboardove top liste albuma. Tekstovi sa "The Slim Shady LP" izazvali su kontroverze, a Eminema je američka "moralna većina" odmah proglasila homofobičnim drogerašem. Pjesma "97 Bonnie and Clyde" također je izazvala zgražanje javnosti, naime ona opisuje imaginarni scenarij po kojem Eminem ubija vlastitu ženu.

Usprkos činjenici da je krenuo na svoju prvu turneju, tokom koje je uzrokovao kaos gdje god da je nastupao, Eminem je našao i vremena za suradnju sa Missy Elliot i DJ Spinna-om.

"The Marshall Mathers LP" naziv je njegovog drugog solo albuma, koji je izdan u svibnju 2000. Album je predstavio singl "The Real Slim Shady", u kojem je Eminem "oprao" sve svoje imitatore, glazbene kritičare te naravno Britney Spears i Christinu Aguileru.

Drugi album postigao je (i još uvijek postiže) fantastičan komercijalan uspjeh, unatoč činjenici da je puno lakši i manje agresivan od ?The Slim Shady LP?, no to samo pokazuje kako razvikano ime prodaje sve, ali baš sve. Stanovit kontrast ostalim blažim pjesmama na albumu pruža odličan singl ?Stan?, koji govori o opsjednutom agresivnom fanu, na kojem je nova britanska zvijezda Dido odradila vokale.

?The Real Slim Shady? i ?Stan? bili su apsolutni hitovi, i bez prestanka su se vrtili po radio stanicama, naravno u nekoliko verzija (čista i necenzurirana). Velik hit bio je i Eminemova suradnja sa Dr. Dre-om na ?Forget about Dre?, singlu skinutog sa Dre-ovog albuma.

Osim komercijalnih uspjeha, Emimen je ostao zapažen i po nizu skandala koji ga prate, od dvije optužbe za nošenje skrivenog oružja, preko incidenata sa svojom ženom Kim, do činjenice da ga je vlastita majka tužila zbog pretrpljene duševne boli, ali i osvajanja hrpe MTV-evih nagrada.

U 2001, Eminem je odradio turneju po Velikoj Britaniji (zanimljivu zbog nastupa s motornom pilom i gutanja ecstasy-a na pozornici) i otpjevao duet sa deklariranim biseksualcem Eltonom Johnom unatoč mnogim prosvjedima homoseksualnih udruga. Tužba za posjedovanje još uvijek mu visi nad glavom.

Pitanje je kako će Eminemova karijera podnijeti ove brojne udarce koji dolaze sa svih strana, ali mora se priznati da se zasad momak sasvim dobro drži. Možete ga voljeti ili mrziti, možete tvrditi da je homofobični seksistički gad, ali jedno mu morate priznati; čovjek definitivno ima nos za posao. Pitanje je samo koliko dugo će izdržati, jer zvijezde koje su presjajne se brzo ugase.

Diskografija:

Albumi:

1996 ? ?Infinite? - Web Entertainment
1999 ? ?The Real Slim Shady LP? - Interscope
2000 ? ?The Marshall Mathers LP? - Interscope

Singlovi:

2000 ? ?Stan? - Interscope
2000 ? ?The Way I Am? - Interscope

Linkovi:
Eminem.com
Eminem2000.com
Eminemonline.com

50 cent

Pravim imenom Curtis Jackson, 50 Cent je krajem 90-tih prvi puta bio na rubu nacionalne slave. Rap produkcijski tim Trackmasters iz etikete Sony/Columbia Records su 1999. počeli suradnju s 50 Centom. Mlad i uglavnom nepoznat rapper iz Queensa snimio je pjesmu "How to Rob". U toj je pjesmi 50 Cent detaljno odrepao pljačku slavnih rap glazbenika Master P i Timbalanda. Pjesma je postala hit, a Trackmastersi i 50 Cent krenuli su na snimanje njegovog debi albuma "Power of the Dollar" za etiketu Columbia. Osim tog albuma snimili su i singl "Thug Love" s Destiny's Child.

Ubrzo nakon toga nesretan splet okolnosti onemogućio je njegov proboj na sceni: bootleg izdanje albuma izazvalo je nevolje s etiketom Columbia, a potom je 24. svibnja 2000. 50 Cent ustrijeljen više puta. Columbia je već bila objavila singl "Thug Love", no album "Power of the Dollar" povukla je s tržišta i raskinula ugovor s ranjenim rapperom (čak devet prostrijelnih rana).

Sljedećih je nekoliko godina 50 Cent snimio desetak underground snimki s producentom Money XL. Te su snimke brzo počele kružiti New Yorkom na kompilacijama koje su se prodavale na crnom tržištu CD-a. 50 Cent je izazvao priličan žamor svojim snimkama. Žamor je postao toliko jak da je došlo do rata između velikih izdavača kao što su J, Universal i Jive. Uskočio je Eminem koji je ponudio 50 Cent milijun dolara da potpiše ugovor za njegovu etiketu.

50 Cent je privukla njegova reputacija i reputacija Dr.Drea, a ne ponuđeni novac. Ubrzo nakon potpisivanja ugovora 50 Cent je ušao u studio s Eminemom i Dreom kako bi snimio pjesme za predstojeće izdanje. "Get Rich Or Die Tryin'" objavljen je početkom 2003. i nošen uspjehom singla "In Da Club" ubrzo postao platinasta senzacija, dosegnuvši milijun prodanih primjeraka u svega tjedan dana. Mediji su spremno prigrlili novu rap zvijezdu i njenu sumnjivu prošlost, a 50 je nastavio s aktivnostima, želeći do kraja iskoristiti svojih pet minuta. Krajem 2003. objavio je albumj svog crewa G-Unit, a uskoro potom i vlastitu modnu marku.

Tijekom 2004. pomogao je u pokretanju karijere The Gameu, kratkotrajnom članu G-Unita. Drugi samostalni album, "The Massacre" pojavio se na tržištu početkom ožujka 2005.

gangsta

top 5 rapperskih recenica:

1.Where I am from, there is not plan B. So, take advantage of today because tomorrow is not promised.
-50 cent

2. Nekad sam bio umišljen, ali sam se oslobodio te mane i sad sam savršen.
-P. Diddy

3.Bez obzira na to koliko se trudiš da bi uspio, uvijek se nađe netko tko se isto toliko trudi da-ne uspiješ.
-Dr. Dre

4.Gledaj, da imaš jednu šansu, jednu priliku da zgrabiš sve što si oduvijek htio-u jednom trenutku
Bi li ju iskoristio, ili propustio?
-Eminem, ˝Lose yourself ˝

Moj msn : marinojovanovic@hotmail.com

Ipak EMINEM SE VRAĆA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nakon brojnih glasina o prekidu karijere,EMINEM je ovih dana najavio izlazak novog albuma ''THE RE-UP''.Riječ je o MIXTAPEU,nastalom u kolaboraciji s DJ WHOO KIDOM.Album donosi 6 novih pjesama,među brojnim gostima vrijedi spomenuti: DR.DRE-a,50cent-a,BUSTA RHYMES-a,Akon-a i mnoge druge.Za naslovni singl odabrana je ''THINGS NEED TO CHANGE'',Eminova posveta reperu PROOF-u(rest in peace proof) koji je ubijen početkom godine.''THE RE-UP'' izlazi 30 listopada.

To vam je bilo nesto o najpoznatijim rapperima danasnjice. naughty
evo van jos jedan spot za kraj.....

snoop dog-vato

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ponedjeljak, 29.01.2007.

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a ljudi evo novi post......
ma nemen pojma sta cu pisat.....
a mogu vam samo rec da da se u tadnje vrime
predobro provodim!!!!!naravno u ulici.......hehehehe
jucer mi je bilo prezakon...
bili smo ja yvone nikola lasic.....antea(tenkic) antea(rambo)
matanovicka....i poslin je dosla luda tona.........
heheheheheheh.....a neda mi se sad u detalje...
uglavnom bilo je zakon.......ma sta cu van pricat......
eto to bi bilo sve...aj ljudi iden sad evo van jedan spot i ostavite
mi puno komentara.....!!!!aj poZzZzzZz
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subota, 20.01.2007.

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ala evo prvi post nemam pojma sta cu van pist...............
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aj ostavite mi puno komentara..........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!