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Hey im dante chick and dis is my site im from hubbard where sum grls r ok and wats up i play f-b and baseball and i like da pisttsburg steelers and da newyork yankees. OHIO STATE MICHIGAN SUX 50 CENT LYRICS "Hate It Or Love It (G-Unit Remix)" [Intro] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh huh [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope Tossed and turn in my sleep at night Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me [Verse 2 - The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo So niggas better get up outta mine Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me [Bridge - 50 Cent] From the beginnin' to end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in Is full of pressure and pain I thought it would change But its stayin' the same [Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is with ya When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score And if not, then that'll be me on the floor [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me [Verse 4 - Tony Yayo] I started out at fifteen, scared as hell I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces Mama with me and when she found my pieces I look back on life and think God I'm blessed We the best on the planet so forget the rest [Verse 5 - Young Buck] You know I'm still nice with my cooked game Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn I handle mine just like a real nigga should If I do some time, homie I'm still all good Let me show what a thug that born to die I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five And I ain't even got my feet wet yet A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me

She put that sugar on my tongue, tongue Yippie Yippie, Yum Yum Goodie goodie gum drop Put me in a tongue lock Did it till my body went numb, numb Laid her on her back, back Turned her round, gave her bottom a smack, smack She's a woman from the block with the best of weave But I won't stop till I'm pullin out tracks, tracks It was lust at first sight And she couldn't help sayin that she wanted to get with me And my size was just right Cuz she wanted a man with a little sec-ur-ity Said I been around the world twice And my name ring bells from Atlanta to Sic-i-ly Said she wanted it all night So put the bubbles in the tub and Ludacris and me OUTKAST LYRICS "Ms. Jackson" [Andre 3000] Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas... Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas Yeah, go like this [CHORUS: Andre 3000] I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Big Boi] A baby drama mama, don't like me She doing things like havin her boys come from her neighborhood To the studio tryin to fight me She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that I love your mom and everything, see I aint the one who laid down She wanna rip you up, start a custody war, my lawyer stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided She had fish frys and cookouts On my child's birthday I ain't invited Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah [CHORUS:] I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Andre 3000] Me and your daughter Got a special thang goin on You say it's puppy love We say it's full grown Hope that we feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream Bout that crib with the goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could Become a magician to abacadabra off the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads It happened for a reason one can't be, mad So know just know that everything is cool And yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation [CHORUS:] I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Big Boi] Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me", shit, look at the way you treat me See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G Without a paddle, you left the straddle and ride this thing on out And then you and this girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talkin about, jealousy, and fidelity, envy Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing So who you placin the blame on, you keep on singin the same song Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama [CHORUS:] I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH) I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times

omg im bored i-m me and rite in my guest book kk so if ya need anything im single so HOLLA Party Hard, and rock and roll, were the class you can't control, Guys are pimpin, girls are fine, were NOT the class of 2009! when 2007 is graduated and gone, 2008 will party on, 2009 will think they got class, but 2010 will always kick ass! OUTKAST LYRICS "So Fresh, So Clean" [Chorus:] Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) Ain't nobody dope as me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) I love when you stare at me I'm dressed so fresh so clean (So fresh and so clean clean) [Big Boi] Sir Luscious got gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlo's And El Dorado's I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Ralo So follow it's your time at the Apollo Minus the Kiki Shepard what about a ho in a leopard-print Teddy Pender-grass cooler than Freddie Jackson Sippin a milkshake in a snowstorm Left my throat warm in the dorm room at the AU We do hey you And might do some cake too But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make Cause [Chorus] [Andre 3000] Canary yellow, '79 Seville is on display My nigga Bungle whipped it up so I gone get my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the colorful hideout I'ma show you how to wild out like Jack Trippa Let me be bambino on your snippas YKK on yo zippa lick you like a lizard When I'm slizzard or sober 6 million ways to fold ya Like Noah I get crews to choose and you get pretty deep But i'll call yo ass round 8-ish I know you'll be there for me Cause [Chorus] [Andre 3000] Those huge baby eyes get to runnin off at they mouth Tellin me everything that's on yo nasty mind They say your malnutrition in need of vitamin D And inviting me to that tingle in yo spine I love who you are I love who ya ain't you're so Ann Frank Let's hit the attic to hide out for bout two weeks With change and no chains and whips I do suck lips Till hips jerk and double time the boy next door's a freak Ha Ha [Chorus] (And we are...) the coolest motherfunkers on the planet (In my mind...) the sky is fallin ain't no need to panic (But Oh oh.....) I got a stick and want yo automatic (Oh oh oh...) Compatible created in the attic [repeat] [Chorus 2x]