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donateur
50cent is nep dat ze hem gelijk volgepompt hadden met lood
makat alleen maar liedjes over zn zielige leven +o(
makat alleen maar liedjes over zn zielige leven +o(
mensen beginne weer erg off-topic hier, blaas momenteel de nieuwe single van fitty door me speakers
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Ok mensen. Genoeg onzinnig geblaat gelezen en af moeten keuren.
Voor de duidelijheid, lees het beleid eens. Ziektes(en afkortingen daar van), slang en onzinnige posts kunnen bestraft worden. En vanaf nu zal dat dus ook gebeuren voor iedereen die dat nog gaat proberen.
Ook praten over strafpunten in topics is niet toegestaan.
De topic gaat over 50 Cent, vind je hem goed? Dan praat je hier mee OVER 50 Cent en dus niet over andere dingen. Vind je hem niet goed, dan blijf je hier maar überhaupt weg, of komt met onderbouwde argumenten waarbij je niet anderen gaat kwetsen of provoceren.
50 in the house jwt
Just a lil' bit
The Game roelt
Ja, zo is dat, wat heeft de gayme met fiddy te maken
Cypress Hill!!
De topic gaat over 50 Cent, vind je hem goed? Dan praat je hier mee OVER 50 Cent en dus niet over andere dingen. Vind je hem niet goed, dan blijf je hier maar überhaupt weg, of komt met onderbouwde argumenten waarbij je niet anderen gaat kwetsen of provoceren
bits cet in my car
tis dit allemaal
→ als beheerder 
tis dit allemaal
Gewoon ontopic praten, dit is geen chat-topic of topic voor onzinnige posts.
En zoals gezegd.. als je niets van 50 cent wilt weten of iemand anders beter vindt en hem zelf niets, dan heb je hier niets te zoeken.
Bij deze: Vanaf nu worden alle offtopic posts bestraft en anders gaat de topic gewoon dicht, ik blijf hier bezig met verwijderen en babysitter spelen.
sorry
Waarom zijn mijn posts verwijderd..Mag je hier ook al geen stukjes lirriks zetten soms? ![:\](https://static.partyflock.nl/smiley/hmmzz_streep.png ":\")
ja sommige dingen snap ik ook niet, maar ja zal het nu echt alleen maar over fifty hebben hep geen zin in gewouwehoer
dus fifty rules!!
nog ff een vraag aan de pf mensen is het toegestaan om lirriks hier neer te zetten?
dus fifty rules!!
nog ff een vraag aan de pf mensen is het toegestaan om lirriks hier neer te zetten?
laatste aanpassing
ja, dacht ook dat veel van die dinge lyrics van fitty waren, vind dat wel erg on-topic in dit forum, vind dat die posten met opmerkingen zoals Cypress Hill inderdaad wel weg kunne
'take yoe to the candy shop'
Intro]
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I`m a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin` outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don`t fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I`ll run up on you niggas
I`m on the edge, I`m just waitin` on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin` at pussy
We ain`t buddies, we ain`t partners and we damn sure ain`t friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I`ma let her get in
I don`t play but I`m a playa till the mothafuckin` end [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car
[Verse 2]
Don`t tell me you don`t know that, uhh I`m the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain`t ?? these hoes, man I`m bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it nigga I`m gon` take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin`
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin` [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car
[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I`m high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin` me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin` broke, love won`t get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin` me
They suck cock that make `em hot, I just let `em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I`ll taste your love
69`s the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin`, turnin` over and I`m in the bed [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car
[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin` bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]
Login
Gebruikersnaam
Wachtwoord
Uhhhhh
Yeah
Uhhhhh
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I`m a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it
Any nigga gettin` outta line can get it
I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
Mac-10, thirty two shot clip in my snorkel
I might smile and say whats up but I don`t fuck with you niggas
My rap money slow up, I`ll run up on you niggas
I`m on the edge, I`m just waitin` on a nigga to push me
Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin` at pussy
We ain`t buddies, we ain`t partners and we damn sure ain`t friends
So much chrome on my Benz, you see ya face in my rims
If your bitch wanna roll, I`ma let her get in
I don`t play but I`m a playa till the mothafuckin` end [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car
[Verse 2]
Don`t tell me you don`t know that, uhh I`m the shyiiit
Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch
I ain`t ?? these hoes, man I`m bout my paper
If your bitch really bout it nigga I`m gon` take her
Backseat of my jeep, fuck till I fuck up her make up
Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob
Tell her if she like me she should keep me icey
My game fuck with a bitch brain till she think she wifey
Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me
Committment for me, uhh nah not likely
One hour, Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin`
But then the next week, nah man it was nothin` [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car
[Verse 3]
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie
They blood shot red, its gaunja in my system, I`m high
First its pain when you lust for love, then its smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm
Its a cold world baby girl, lovin` me is not enough
Find out when you fuckin` broke, love won`t get you on the bus
Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin` me
They suck cock that make `em hot, I just let `em stand next to me
Hundred percent thug, freak too, I`ll taste your love
69`s the position, your mouths full baby huhhhh?
My conversations so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawnin`, turnin` over and I`m in the bed [gunshots]
[Chorus x2]
I got no pickup lines
I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time
Bitch get in my car (Bitch get in)
I got my 64, ridin` on Dayton spokes
And when I open that do`
Bitch get in my car
[Outro]
Hahaha
Quit playin` bitch get it
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Gunshots]
Login
Gebruikersnaam
Wachtwoord
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→ als beheerder een topic is toch om te discuseren ?
Klopt, maar als je weet hoevaak ik hier reacties weg moet halen van mensen die er tegenin gaan, of mensen die alleen maar geintjes lopen te maken, dan zou je het wel snappen.
Zoals ik al eerder schreef, het is prima als je 50 cent niets vindt, maar kom dan wel met onderbouwde argumenten en ga niet alleen lopen posten "50 is kut, 50 is bagger..".
nog ff een vraag aan de pf mensen is het toegestaan om lirriks hier neer te zetten
Tuurlijk mag dat
The Game]
Aye 50, get them niggaz some iced out badges to go with them used cars you bought 'em nigga
I am the West Coast nigga, and ain't shit that can change that, hahahaha
[Chorus - The Game]
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Yeah nigga I'm loco but not like loco
Red rag in my pocket, got gangbanging in the chokehold
Red spokes on my low low, oh no
Nigga call the po po, Game got a fo fo
Guns by the boatload, niggaz rappin so so
Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang
Whats a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang
A free 300 C, and a G-Unit chain
Now he running with the po po, nigga even BO know
50 starts singing like KC and JoJo
Catch me slippin nigga I hope so
You wanna go to war, we can do it on both coasts
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
[Chorus]
[Verse 1 - Techniec]
We loadin up clips, handin out slugs
Out the 645 sittin on dubs
With some real crips, and some real bloods
I ain't with the bullshit, nigga easy up
I ain't with the bullshit, nigga easy up
High in the air, got the wrist freeze up
Same nigga that don't bang
But you could back ya ass up nigga, cause the 5th gon flame
While you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain
They say we movin like an organized street gang
All hues of blue, all shades of flame
New west coast we doin the damn thang
This year we make power moves
With O.G.'s that been home, niggaz still bathe in their shower shoes
Grown full, I never move how a coward move
Never heard of defeat bitch, I don't know how to lose
Thought it would end, but it seems we ain't done
Boy wagin war on the coast he ain't from
Tryin to pit niggaz against us, cancel Christmas
It'll be a lot of sense ????
(Chorus - The Game)
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
[Verse 3 - The Game]
See Game in the streets, see Game with his chain hangin
Hood tatted on his neck, nigga I'm gangbangin
Blood, this is Piru, nigga I told y'all
*Menace to Society*, never met O-Dog
Time for the roll call, homies come in handy
Taeda and Row from Mafia, Big-Y from the Family
BIG T from Grape Street, 60's that's Titta-Rock
Mob got Tammy-Ru, Face run Cedar Block
Don't fuck with me homies, I know Jova from T-Flats
Downa from the 18th Streets let the heat clap
Tre-D from Insane, Bg Woody from Nutty Block
Main Streets got Dell-Dogg, Wood, and Stutter Box
Got this motherfucker locked, try to move how I do
Might run into Wacko from West Side Piru
K-Dog, and T-Money, Mansfield Thugs
2-Ts and Du-Dog from Bounty Hunter Bloods
Magic from Avalon, Twin from Santana
Bird from Hoover know for the Orange Bandana
Rick James from Fruit Town, Bam in the Denver Lanes
Big-T, East Coast Crip Gang
Big Fish from 1-9, DUB C from 1-11
Big Sharp from Playboy, J-Box from 9-7
Candy Man from Swans, Steve from PJ Watts
you call 'em G-Unit Crips, I call 'em cops
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
Aye 50, get them niggaz some iced out badges to go with them used cars you bought 'em nigga
I am the West Coast nigga, and ain't shit that can change that, hahahaha
[Chorus - The Game]
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
[Verse 1 - The Game]
Yeah nigga I'm loco but not like loco
Red rag in my pocket, got gangbanging in the chokehold
Red spokes on my low low, oh no
Nigga call the po po, Game got a fo fo
Guns by the boatload, niggaz rappin so so
Def like Jermaine, talking bout they gangbang
Whats a West Coast nigga from a East Coast gang
A free 300 C, and a G-Unit chain
Now he running with the po po, nigga even BO know
50 starts singing like KC and JoJo
Catch me slippin nigga I hope so
You wanna go to war, we can do it on both coasts
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
[Chorus]
[Verse 1 - Techniec]
We loadin up clips, handin out slugs
Out the 645 sittin on dubs
With some real crips, and some real bloods
I ain't with the bullshit, nigga easy up
I ain't with the bullshit, nigga easy up
High in the air, got the wrist freeze up
Same nigga that don't bang
But you could back ya ass up nigga, cause the 5th gon flame
While you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain
They say we movin like an organized street gang
All hues of blue, all shades of flame
New west coast we doin the damn thang
This year we make power moves
With O.G.'s that been home, niggaz still bathe in their shower shoes
Grown full, I never move how a coward move
Never heard of defeat bitch, I don't know how to lose
Thought it would end, but it seems we ain't done
Boy wagin war on the coast he ain't from
Tryin to pit niggaz against us, cancel Christmas
It'll be a lot of sense ????
(Chorus - The Game)
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops
Nigga's runnin with a motherfuckin snitch so its g-g-g-unot
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods
You just little G-Unit run around thugs
[Verse 3 - The Game]
See Game in the streets, see Game with his chain hangin
Hood tatted on his neck, nigga I'm gangbangin
Blood, this is Piru, nigga I told y'all
*Menace to Society*, never met O-Dog
Time for the roll call, homies come in handy
Taeda and Row from Mafia, Big-Y from the Family
BIG T from Grape Street, 60's that's Titta-Rock
Mob got Tammy-Ru, Face run Cedar Block
Don't fuck with me homies, I know Jova from T-Flats
Downa from the 18th Streets let the heat clap
Tre-D from Insane, Bg Woody from Nutty Block
Main Streets got Dell-Dogg, Wood, and Stutter Box
Got this motherfucker locked, try to move how I do
Might run into Wacko from West Side Piru
K-Dog, and T-Money, Mansfield Thugs
2-Ts and Du-Dog from Bounty Hunter Bloods
Magic from Avalon, Twin from Santana
Bird from Hoover know for the Orange Bandana
Rick James from Fruit Town, Bam in the Denver Lanes
Big-T, East Coast Crip Gang
Big Fish from 1-9, DUB C from 1-11
Big Sharp from Playboy, J-Box from 9-7
Candy Man from Swans, Steve from PJ Watts
you call 'em G-Unit Crips, I call 'em cops
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
What's up cuz, what's up blood
What's up cuz, what's up wankstas
