Monica - Anything (To Find You) Lyrics and Ringtones

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New hot track titled "Anything (To Find You)" by American R&B recording artist and entertainer, Monica. It is her official first single taken from the forthcoming seventh solo studio album 'New Life'. The single features Maybach Music' president Rick Ross, Missy Elliott and Lil' Kim. A great comeback track! Monica’s 'New Life' is in stores October 4.

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[Missy Elliott]
As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need

[Monica]
Likes the morning dude
I took one look at you
And it was play and seek
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You were my destiny

[Rick Ross]
We the big bank boys on the boulevard
Putting all the pretty girls into pretty cars
They shall not f*ck with rose pockets
Feel the honey shots when I pop it
I feel for you, vodka, rum on my arm
20 million teflon don, god bless
All the D boys on the rest
With my baby girl on my side, baby, baby

[Monica]
I've been looking for someone special for a long, long time
Someone that I can share my dream, someone I can call mine
And every night I'm wishing, hoping, that he's only getting closer
Cause I, oh I, gonna find you, want to know you

[Chorus:]
And I just wanna know if someone's out there
Somebody to hold, somebody who cares
I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no
I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no

I've been there so many times from the guys in my head
And when I find somebody new, it don't never lasts
And every night I'm wishing, hoping, that he's only getting closer
Cause I, oh I, gonna find you, want to know you

[Chorus:]
I just wanna know if someone's out there
Somebody to hold, somebody who cares
I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no
I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no

[Lil' Kim]
I guess it was cupid
But we never do the hard, let the blood drip
Somebody call the doctor cause I'm love sick
Man, I done had it with this love shit
I'm done, just cause you make me come, don't mean that you're the one
Most dudes only good for their tongues
Fucking with the queen bee, it ain't safe
This is leaving a stinging in your face

[Monica]
And I'm tired of being by myself
I need someone there, to give all of this love that I got
I'm open, won't you come inside?
Man, I promise that I will treat you better than right

Gotta know, is he out there some where, is he out there waiting for me, for me
Is he out there some where, is he out there waiting for me.

[Chorus:]
I just wanna know if someone's out there
Somebody to hold, somebody who cares
I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no
I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no

[Chorus:]
I just wanna know if someone's out there
Somebody to hold, somebody who cares
I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no
I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no

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Big Sean - 100 Keys Lyrics and Ringtones

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Check out this brand new track titled "100 Keys" by American hip hop artist, Big Sean featuring rappers, Rick Ross and Pusha T. It is another track taken from his upcoming debut studio album 'Finally Famous' (Deluxe Edition) slated for release soon. Being one of the most anticipated LPs of the year thus far, it becomes apparent that 'Finally Famous' has the potential to live up to its hype.

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Ay, ay

(Chorus-Big Sean)
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young n-ggas gettin' money, young n-ggas gettin' money
Just a bittersweet symphony

(Rick Ross)
I play the keys handle dope, Barry Manilow
The game a b-tch, but at times she sweet as cantaloupe
Hit the road key of coke in the mantle fold
Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes
Japanese denim, down south numbers
Hit it once trust it would make a fat fiend stumble
Do the speed limit, all gold shoes
Call 'em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too
I'm tipping strippers but I call it penny pinchin'
She talking sh-t but I could get her titties lifted
My new crib got it's own city limit
Motherf-cker got his own city in it
Blue marble on the floor
Wet as salt mp3junkyard.blogspot.com water
Ima boss, I'm just playing hoes(holes) like a golf course

(Young n-ggas gettin' money, young n-ggas gettin' money)
(Big Sean)
Just a bittersweet symphony

(Chorus-Big Sean)
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young n-ggas gettin' money, young n-ggas gettin' money
Just a bittersweet symphony

(Pusha T)
One hundred keys
One hundred please
My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze
Walk the mud jungle where they grind it out the leaves
So they swarm to my honeycomb, hideout for the bees
You know what this sounds like
Money counter sound bytes
Machine gun fire
Name ringin' through like the town like
Church bells ringin'
Know what he was found like?
Colombian necktie over hospital gown white
She live on her knees
I live in a condo in the trees
The air's a little thinner that I breathe
Iron Man Audi, let the top strip tease
My life is slow motion but the watch screaming freeze
Yeah, young n-gga gettin' money
The feds dragged neck, couldn't take nothin' from me
The decoy car is a crash test dummy
What follows is a hundred of 'em wrapped like a mummy

(Chorus-Big Sean)
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young n-ggas gettin' money, young n-ggas gettin' money
Just a bittersweet symphony

(Big Sean)
Boi
And they gon' risk a hundred lives
So they could rock a hundred whites
The guests look like a hundred lights
Man when blade died my city cried a hundred nights
Yeah I got a main girl, but I done hit a hundred types
Every wrong I do, I'm steady tryna do a hundred rights
Got it for cheap, compare the price
My n-gga keep that low key, Barry White
And don't worry 'bout the info
From where they ride Pintos, and could afford Enzo's
'Cause everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this from the tile up, floor by floor
Talk sh-t, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White like 4x4's(truck)

(Chorus-Big Sean)
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young n-ggas gettin' money, young n-ggas gettin' money
Just a bittersweet symphony

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DJ Khaled - I'm On One Lyrics and Ringtones

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On May 12, 2011, DJ Khaled premiered a brand new track titled "I'm On One". It features Drake, Rick Ross and Lil Wayne. The song is the second single off his forthcoming fifth studio album 'We the Best Forever'. The album will be released under We the Best Music Group, Terror Squad Entertainment, Cash Money Records and Universal Motown on June 28, 2011.

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(Get em on)
I'm on one
(Get em on)
I'm on one
(Get em on)
I said I'm on one

[Drake:]
I'm getting so cold
I ain't work this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don't mean
Like what's up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And what's up with these new n-ggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I'll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Trippin off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate your bullsh-t
Hate these f-cking allegations, I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take mp3junkyard.blogspot.com it!

[Chorus: Drake]
All I care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'm a sip until I feel it, I'm a smoke it till it's done
And I don't really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya

I'm on one
Yeah, f-ck it, I'm on one
Yeah, I said I'm on one
f-ck it, I'm on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that sh-t
Money that we got, never get that sh-t

Cause I'm on one
I said f-ck it I'm on one

[Rick Ross"]
I'm burning purple flowers
It's burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin' 8′s
Still running with the same n-ggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain't fair (Khaled)
And it's double M G until I get the chair

[Chorus: Drake]

[Lil Wayne:]
I walk around the club, f-ck everybody
And all my n-ggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, ain't enough money
You know the feds listening, n-gga what money?
I'm a made n-gga
I should dust something
You n-ggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
Huh, ain't nothing sweet but the swishas
I'm focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures
Ohhh, I'm about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I ain't buying
Chopper dissect a n-gga like science
Put an end to the world like Mayans
This a celebration b-tches, Mazel Tov
It's a slim chance I fall, olive oil
Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how I got it
I'm killin' these hoes I swear I'm tryna stop the violence

[Chorus]

Young mula baby, YMCMB

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Estelle - Break My Heart Lyrics and Ringtones

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Here is a nice smooth ballad by English R&B singer-songwriter, Estelle, titled "Break My Heart" just hit the blogosphere. Still fresh out of the oven. It features rapper, Rick Ross. The Don Cannon-produced single is the first offering off her forthcoming album, 'All Of Me' coming out soon.

Listen below to Break My Heart by Estelle and sing along with the Estelle - Break My Heart lyric. Let us know what you think!

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Cause I just wanna love you, baby
I don't wanna waste no time
Wanna be your only one, baby
Please don't break my heart

[Rick Ross - Rap Verse]
... taylor made black linen
... Escalade with a made man in it
Rose gold shades with the rozay lenses
Pink champagne and the flow so endless
All I seek is perfection
Ain't no secrets i'ma eat that for breakfast
Keep her close to me like lyrics
She spoke to me in the middle of the winter
So i'ma let her close to me

[Estelle - Verse 1]

All these stars out
And these people know my name
I can be so pretentious
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But he likes, all the same
And these lights are glowing
But he don't want none
He rather chill and hug me
Baby, he could be the one

[Chorus]

You want me to trust you
But how can I trust you
When I don't know the first thing about that
There's so many questions
And I don't wanna listen
Messing with my heart and I just got it back

I just wanna love you, baby
I don't wanna waste no time
Wanna be your only one, baby
Please don't break my heart

[Estelle - Verse 2]

I've been here before
I don't know if you're the type
Who's gonna be keep me sure
When the dark creeps in my mind
Will you be there baby?
Or will you let me go?
Can you stand the pressure?
This is what I need to know

[Chorus]

You want me to trust you
But how can I trust you
When I don't know the first thing about that
There's so many questions
There's so many lessons
And I need for you to have my back
I just wanna love you, baby
I don't wanna waste no time
Wanna be your only one, baby
Please don't break my heart

[Rick Ross - Rap Verse]
All white in the winter
Green in the summer
Painted the Lamborghini same colour marijuana
Floating in the 6 til I made her seasick
Wetting these niggas up with this AMG kit
Earned a reputation repping up and down the boulevard
Me and baby Bonnie and Clyde off in the rental cars
Propositions through politicians are common now
My money tall we can never be on common ground
Peel the top back getting higher than the higher power
Making love in the penthouse then it's cianara
Fell in love with shawty blame it on the chemistry
Tools on the low fools really envy me
Money multiply S600 Benz
Me and my shawty lie we a team to the end
Monopoly shopping sprees imagine what we can spend
Me and my shawty live we gonna do this shit again

[Bridge]

Don't break it
Please, don't break my heart
No, don't break it
Please, don't baby
I just wanna love you, baby
I know it from the very start
Wanna be your only one, baby
Please don't break my heart

You got me living on a prayer
You could be a millionaire or broke
We won't pretend
You know you're more than a friend
Just because you love me
Imma love you 'til the end
I got you
You got me
I like you
You like me
And we could do everything
I wanna love you, oh, baby, baby, baby

Don't break it
Please, don't break my heart
No, don't break it
Please, don't baby

Cuz I just wanna love you, baby
I don't wanna waste no time
Wanna be your only one, baby
Please don't break my heart

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Lil Wayne ft. Rick Ross - John Lyrics and Ringtones

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Lil Wayne has unleashed a brand new single called "John" believed to be taken from his upcoming studio album 'Tha Carter IV'. It features Rick Ross and is produced by Polow Da Don. The album is expected to be released on May 16, 2011.

Check out Lil Wayne - John video below. John lyric by Lil Wayne also available after the jump.

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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch
I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that b-tch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b-tch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
John, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, b-tch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I’m swimming in the yellow b-tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a b-tch n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
John, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, b-tch I’m red fox
Big bee’s, mp3junkyard.blogspot.com Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I’m in a red b-tch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
b-tch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b-tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b-tch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a b-tch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

Lil Wayne - If I Die Today Lyrics and Ringtones

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Here is a brand new joint titled "If I Die Today" by American rapper, Lil Wayne featuring vocals from Rick Ross. Not really sure where it will finally end up. Lil Wayne's forthcoming album 'Tha Carter IV' is slated for release on May 16, 2011.

Check out Lil Wayne - If I Die Today video below. If I Die Today lyric by Lil Wayne also available after the jump.

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[Lil Wayne]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch
I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that b-tch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a b-tch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, b-tch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I’m swimming in the yellow b-tch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a b-tch n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, b-tch I’m red fox
Big bee’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I’m in a red b-tch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
b-tch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So mp3junkyard.blogspot.com don’t make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that b-tch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my b-tch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a b-tch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some? (Remix) Lyrics and Ringtones

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A brand new track titled "Can A Drummer Get Some? Remix" by American pop punk band Blink-182, Travis Barker featuring vocals from Swizz Beatz, Game, Lil Wayne and Rick Ross. It is a remix version of Barker's "Can A Drummer Get Some?" from his latest solo album ' Give the Drummer Some' released on March 15, 2011.

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[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Game]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Draped in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee’s cause I be killin’ ‘em
Most emcee’s turn into ghost emcee’s
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I’m famous for killin’ rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper’s heart out with a 16
Didn’t hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, thats Swizz Cheese!

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, tune is chillin, ready and willing
N-gga I’m eating, happy thanks giving
Walking on the ceiling with my running shoes on
Life is too short, my money too long
Come into my zone, I’mma do you wrong
Life is an adventure, Indiana Jones
She a bad bitch, I give a dog a bone
My name is Weezy baby not Sylvester Stallone
And thats word to my drummer
Word mp3junkyard.blogspot.com to my drummer
Talk shit, but my shit backed up, need a plumber
Colder than a bitch wearing furs in the summers
Digg deep in that pussy, search and discover
I’m a beast, pockets on obese
Police, I Hate You So Much Right Now, Kelis
It’s a Young Money show, go head take a seat
Red bandana big beat muthaf-cka

[Swizz Beatz]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Swizz Beatz]
They know me, yep, yep they know me
Back in the days I was the little homie
Now I’m doing good and theyt act like they don’t know me
Why the hell they always act phoney
Yeah, I grew up from the roaches and the rats
They in my bed, I couldn’t stand that
Bread every night did I ever get away from that
And all they worry bout is where my ice at
Damn, dog, where ya life at
Ya heard that I fell and you kind liked that
You thinking that I owe you, but it’s not like that
Damn, you want the World but oyu gotta work for that
Chilling like a Rockstar listening to ether
Bumping through your speakers, know I gotta heat this
Rockin’ don’t stop, you know I’m rocking don’t stop
Travis Barker make this whole place rock

[Hook]

[Rick Ross]
Tupac and Juice riding mers? on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin’ like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I’m a goof
Designer underwear she knows I’m a goose
Got the wide body I’m a fat muthaf-cker
In Swahili I’m screaming “stack muthaf-cker”
Ya homie won’t stop until I decide to
Until then I’m making rollie’s for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I’mma boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I’m from, Girls manage from the jump
Don’t trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so…

[Swizz Beatz - x2]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

Rick Ross ft. Meek Mill - Perfectionist Lyrics and Ringtones

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Introducing a brand new song titled "Perfectionist" performed by Rick Ross featuring Maybach Music-signee, Meek Mill. This Alchemist-produced track was debuted on Power 105.1′s The Breakfast Club recently. Still fresh out of the oven. It could possibly end up in his upcoming album 'God Forgives, I Don't' but nobody really know.

Listen below to Perfectionist by Rick Ross and sing along with the Rick Ross - Perfectionist lyric. Let us know what you think!

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[Rick Ross]
Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me
Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
Never accurate, I’m aiming at your Acura, yeah
Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs

[Meek Mill]
And I murder anything in my perimeter
If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, balling like f-ck stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion

[Rick Ross]
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
San Fran bricks got bricks in L.A.
Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane

[Meek Mill]
And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay’
I’m switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

[Rick Ross]
All my women photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it’s strictly about the cake
Quarters to half’s on my road to the riches
All real n-ggers just playing different positions

[Meek Mill]
Ross can be the quarter back, I’ma run his quarter back
Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a corner back
Make a n-gger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back
Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat

[Rick Ross]
I’m allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, it’s etcetera, etcetera

[Meek Mill]
I’m addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin’
Ferragamo on linen, a n-gger starting he finish
D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king
So therefore I’m dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring

[Rick Ross]
Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones
I’ma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million strong

[Meek Mill]
Doesn’t matter if it’s chess or checkers cause it’s all blocks (bricks)
I’m in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot
No roof, mp3junkyard.blogspot.com fresh off the car lot
And we don’t call cops n-gger, we just call shots

[Rick Ross]
F-ck the competition I bury the cockroaches
Think when you see what I pull up out the holster
Can’t even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g’s and the well paid soldiers

[Meek Mill]
So if you n-gger scared, call the feds up
We taking over I’m just giving n-ggers heads up
We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up
8 figure n-gger, tell the labels, get our bread up

Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some? Lyrics and Ringtones

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Latest joint by drummer for the American pop punk band Blink-182, Travis Barker, Lil Wayne, The Game, Rick Ross and Swizz Beatz titled "Can A Drummer Get Some?" just hit the blogosphere. It is taken from Barker's upcoming solo record 'Give the Drummer Some' slated for release on March 15, 2011.

Listen below to 'Can A Drummer Get Some?' by Travis Barker and sing along with the Travis Barker - Can A Drummer Get Some? lyric. Let us know what you think!

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[Swizz Beatz:]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
Can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Game:]
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a f-cking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this grave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em
Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade
Cook sh-t like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You? who b-tch please
I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16
Didn't hit the switch on something with friends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, that's Swizz Cheese!

[Swizz Beatz:]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
Can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Lil Wayne:]
Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this sh-t like he Ron Dayne
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on
I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's
I'm in my prime like Deion
mp3junkyard.blogspot.com
I'm a shine like neon
I'm a Lion like Leon
But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I'm an F'ing star
Haha, get it? I'm an FN star
Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards
If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards

[Swizz Beatz:]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
Can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

[Rick Ross:]
Tupac and Juice riding [?] on the loose
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof
Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose
Got the wide body I'm a fat motherf-cker
In Swahili I'm screaming "stack motherf-cker"
Ya homie won't stop until I decide to
Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
b-tch I'm a boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump
Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so...

[Swizz Beatz: x2]
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
Can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)

Jamie Foxx - Living Better Now ft. Rick Ross Lyrics and Ringtones

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Jamie Foxx has came out with an uptempo R&B track called "Living Better Now", his latest single off his forthcoming fourth studio album 'Body'. The song features vocals from Rick Ross, rapping on a few verses. The album is slatef for release on December 14, 2010.

Check out Jamie Foxx - Living Better Now video below and sing along with the Jamie Foxx - Living Better Now lyric.

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[Jamie Foxx:]
I make you feel better than you ever been
I guarantee that you gon tell the other man he need to get lost
yeah
and girl you know you dealing with a veteran have you ever been broke off

[Chorus:]
You aint gotta pack your bags
tell your boss you gon miss work
whatever you want just ask
baby this what you deserve
yeah

[Biggie:]
I’m living better now
livin’ better now
I’m living better now
better, better now
I’m living better now
livin’ better now
livin’ livin’ better now
livin’ better now
I’m living better now
livin’ better now
I’m living better now
better, better now
drop top benz I’m the man girlfriend

[Jamie Foxx:]
because girl you’re worth it
I know you deserve it
because girl you’re worth it

You rollin’ with the man
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turn the lights off

You aint gotta trip about no money
cause whatever you want, I’mma get it
I aint worry about the cost, yeah
I aint fucking, I aint phoney, I aint frontin’
I am stuntin’ everything I say is real
you dealin’ with the boss, yeah

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross:]
Look in my pockets I see a lot of dead people
wrist game mean, mother pearl so evil
Christian Louboutin, sucker for a sneaker
pull up in Pakistan like I’m Evel Knievel
Elroy Jetson I stay spaced out
never lay my Jesus piece face down
it’s not a Rollie, I’m sorry its for Karan
she not a singer, but dammit I made her humm
name Ricky but really I’ve been a willie
see you looking at it but this watch a quarter milly
I got houses, hobby homes in Abu Dhabi
never go wrong GPS my Ferrari

[Chorus]

Jennifer Lopez - Run The World ft. The Dream & Rick Ross Lyrics and Ringtones

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Check out this hot new song titled "Run The World" by American recording artist and actress, Jennifer Lopez leaked recently. It is a possible track from her upcoming seventh studio album 'Love?' due for release in January 2010 but was eventually pushed back to Summer of 2010 due to her parting with Epic in February 2010. The track features The Dream and Rick Ross.

Listen below to 'Run The World' by Jennifer Lopez and sing along with the Jennifer Lopez - Run The World lyric. Let us know what you think!



Intro
We got it locked. They know, that Whenever we around it goes down like Draino, mp3junkyard.blogspot.com and it’s nothing to spend these pesos, and you will never see us […] low low.
[..] Aint nothing greater, hanging out the window straight busting at you love haters

Verse 1:
Bonny Clyde,
No other girl will ever ride like I ride
That’s why you need me on your passenger side,
Let me help you get that paper.
Hanging out the window busting at them love haters.
Me and you,
I’m the closest you’ll ever be to truth.
There’s never a question of what I’ll do
Uh huh for you.
With me you’ll never loose.

Chorus:
So, Call on your girl that can hold you right
I’ll be your protector I’ll never forget you.
You need somebody that can hold you tight.
I’ll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy.
I’ll be your anything, everything
Rockin’ roll with you.
If things get to hot out in the cold with you.
Froze Froze with you.
Me and you together Our love could run the world(uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Run the world (Uh,oh)(Uh,Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world.
I’ll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot I’m in the cold with you,
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world.

Verse 2:
(Rose! Yeah)
The range rover sitting lower than the [?]
Let me know who make it rain more
Me or the lord.
I gotta schedule like I’m unemployed
Shaking dice at the table baby go ahead and blow it.
You can’t ignore it your whole body getting explored.
Top to bottom I’m reproducing your deepest thoughts.
Lay off the leash the second week I lease the Porsche
Let down the top and hit the beach a future divorce.

Chorus:
Call on your girl that can hold you right
I’ll be your protector I’ll never forget ya.
You need somebody that can hold you tight.
I’ll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy.
I’ll be your anything, everything
Rockin’ roll with you.
If things get to hot I’m in the cold with you.
Froze Froze with you.
Me and you together
Our love could run the world run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Run the world (Uh,oh)(Uh,Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world.
I’ll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot out in the cold with you,
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world.

Verse 3:
Hit me on my cell better be talking them dollars
The boss ball park resemble the dodgers,
I never dodge a thing except for the Chargers.
Embarrassed by the rubber bands
My ex would of charged it.
Got it popping so everybody be watching them.
Exotic watches you know my lady be popping them
Her girlfriends party like Cyndi Lauper now.
Rose! Time to lock her down.

Chorus:
Call on your girl that can hold you right
I’ll be your protector I’ll never forget ya.
You need somebody that can hold you tight.
I’ll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy.
I’ll be your anything, everything
Rockin’ roll with you.
If things get to hot out in the cold with you.
Froze Froze with you.
Me and you together Our love could run the world run the world (uh, oh)(uh, oh) Run the world (Uh, oh)(Uh, Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh, oh)(uh, oh)
Run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world.
I’ll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot out in the cold with you,
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world.

T.I. - Pledge Allegiance To The Swag Lyrics and Ringtones

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Check out this hot new track called "Pledge Allegiance To The Swag" recorded by American recording artist, T.I. for his upcoming seventh studio album 'King Uncaged' which was originally scheduled to be released in August, then September 2010, has no set release date. It features American rapper, Rick Ross.

Listen below to Pledge Allegiance To The Swag and sing along with the T.I. - Pledge Allegiance To The Swag lyric. Let us know what you think!



[Intro]
Ay count that money for me partner
Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me?
Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that’s a 150 thou
Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4
I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed
Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet

[Chorus: T.I.]
I stay on my grind cause that come first
If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt
All that’s on my mind is get that dough
He try me imma take you places you don’t wanna go
56 stacks of more and I’m in your town
Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down
Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast
Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag
Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ay, I do my thang you don’t know
Off the motherfuckin’ chain, play the game how it go
I ain’t in the game still imma problem on the low
Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low
Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear
You don’t know me homie you can get the fuck from round here
I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know
Let’s be clear, I’m a motherfuckin’ G and you a hoe
Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up
Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy
I’m the coolest in the city bitch
While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly shit
Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ shit
Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash
I demand you to raise your hand and
Pledge Allegiance To The Swag

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
World got no money call me David Copperfield
A bitch’ll disappear or the bitch will disappear
We control the corners, that’s usual politics
Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip
We two different niggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his
And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears
Movin’ how I move, I fuck with a selected few
Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue
Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel
Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel

Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch
Jumpin’ in and outta bitches like I’m playin’ hopscotch
Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot
And I got the type of digits that your bitch’ll dial by
Young niggas bow down to the kings
In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty
Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick
If you talking bout some paper step into my office
On some pimp house shit, written out chicks,
Fuck ‘em from behind, they be spitting out dick
Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement
I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas
Ask the feds what I had when they found me
We down with whatever, don’t interrupt my countin’
Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant
Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain
Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin’
He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’
Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season
When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance

[Chorus]

[T.I Talking]
Ay my n-gga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying,
you come f-ck with me on that bullsh-t you’ll be seeing Stars and Stripes n-gga, you understand that n-gga, say I’m lying, think its a game if you want to partna
Ay Ross I see you my n-gga, I bump that Maybach music n-gga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig
Aye listen, all you other sucker ass n-gga homeboys
I don’t see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog
my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog
you understand
say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog
aye my n-gga if I did take you out the game it was my pleasure to move you out my God Damn way you know what I’m saying
n-ggas say no more homes
nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying
n-gga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, n-gga
you know, mp3junkyard.blogspot.com say homeboy
my worst muthf-cking mistake was the best you ever hope for
know what I’m saying, I forgot more sh-t than you could remember
n-gga, I got more muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll n-gga
n-gga anytime you want to n-gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking dollars see who come up first know what I’m saying
big bank take little bank n-gga wassup…

Rick Ross - I'm Not A Star Lyrics and Ringtones

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Here is a brand new up-tempo track titled "I'm Not A Star" by American rapper, Rick Ross off his latest fourth studio effort 'Teflon Don' released recently on July 20, 2010 on Maybach Music Group and Def Jam Recordings. It was produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League.

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maybach music
i'm not a star, somebody lied, i got a pistol in the car, a 45
if i'd die today, remember me like john lennon
bury the louis, i'm talkin all brown linen
make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
load up the choppers like it's december thirty first
roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty
i told em i got it, therefore i gotta do ya dirty
back on my benz, been in these bitches 830
scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
goin on 12, go home and tell that man i'm lyin'
i got a bake sale, bitches stunnin for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that's a dan marino
talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos
niggas feel my pain, i aint even gotta say it
where i come from if they be hopin thatcha payin
how i can save when all my niggas in the can
and by my brothers people, motherfucker take my hand

pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
i'm not a star (x4)

all black lamborghini, smokin on the sticky
got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he ricky

pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
i'm mp3junkyard.blogspot.com not a star (x4)

i'm not a star, somebody lied, i spent a milly on the car
it come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
it's a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it
and i'm quick to blow a milli in a minute
i know them people wanna stick me with the senates
i'm a player catchin bitches like i'm TO
trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he neno
three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
my niggas never sing if i need em i go to neo
fuck a famous bitch then i treat her just like a ski-oh
not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
monday for monages and tuesday i get a trio
and the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO

pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
i'm not a star (x4)

Rick Ross ft. Cee-Lo Green - Tears Of Joy Lyrics and Ringtones

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New hot track titled "Tears Of Joy" by rap heavyweight, Rick Ross featuring hip hop and R&B musician, Cee-Lo Green. This is another official track from his upcoming fourth studio album, 'Teflon Don' to be released on July 20, 2010. It was produced by No I.D. Another great track! Check out the Rick Ross ft. Cee-Lo Green - Tears Of Joy video below and sing along with the Rick Ross ft. Cee-Lo Green - Tears Of Joy lyric.



[Rick Ross - VERSE 1]
Smoking the best spliff in a brand new benz no I'd on the track let the story begin. begin...
Lookin in the mirror but I dont see much
Staring in the streets so I dont sleep much
Watching the snakes so they dont creep up
But the way I'm gettin dis money niggaz cant keep up
U niggaz cant keep up
Niggaz got beef but it cant be much
I'm still walking thru the crowds like I cant be touched
Top back all black gretsky puck
Ice skater lil later might let me f*ck
Damn, she might let me f*ck
Last night I cried tears of joy
Wat did I do to deserve this
Rock a rhyme on my wrist a year ago
I didnt even know dat b*tches exist
Quarter milli for the muthaf*cka
No insurance on a muthaf*cka
Aint life a b*tch, but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
Everybody knows I'ma alot of ppl's threats
Biggie smalls in the flesh livin life after my death
Yesterday I read my horoscope
Tell me lord will I be poor and broke
Tell me lord will I be dealing dope
I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes

[Cee-Lo - CHORUS]
WHHHHYYYYYYY
[Rick Ross]
BUT ONLY LORDS KNOWS
[Cee-Lo]
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY CANT SEE ME FINE
N I ASK WHEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME Y??
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING CAN EASE MY MIND
IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD I'm SCARRED
I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY

[Rick Ross - VERSE 2]
Last nite I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this
Young rich muthaf*cka still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it
GOD damn a nigga made it cremated in the church lord knows I'm blessed
Write every lawyer so you know I'm stressed
A punch in the mp3junkyard.blogspot.com face get you 300k
Ask glad now he back makin minimum wage
Another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of christ
But that b*tch vivica nice
And I'm still swimming in ice
I'm just living my life
I'm just living my life
Lease a Lambourgini for your pus*y rate
Life is just a pus*y race
Snatch a b*tch take her back to your place
Next mournin I can tell you how the pus*y taste
I got expensive taste

[Cee-Lo - CHORUS]
WHHHHYYYYYYY
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY CANT SEE ME FINE
N I ASK WHEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME Y??
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING CAN EASE MY MIND
IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD I'm SCARRED
I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY

[Rick Ross - VERSE 3]
Last nite I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for M & Teel
All the dead souls in the field
Lookin at my rolly its about that time
White man had a problem wit mine
N we suppose 2 b shy??(shy)(shy)
The revolution still applies
Prolly still on the rise

[Cee-Lo - CHORUS]
WHHHHYYYYYYY
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY CANT SEE ME FINE
N I ASK WHEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME Y??
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING CAN EASE MY MIND
IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD I'm SCARRED
I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY

Rick Ross - Aston Martin Music ft. Drake & Chrisette Michele Lyrics and Ringtones

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This is a hot, newly leaked song titled "Aston Martin Music" by American rapper, Rick Ross featuring Canadian rapper, Drake and Chrisette Michele. Three great artists together. The track was produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League. It is confirmed to be included in his upcoming fourth studio album 'Teflon Don' to be available on July 20, 2010. Definitely a banger!



[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
Lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic red bottoms, so-bodied glittered in gold
Following fundamentals Im following in the rental
I love a nasty girl who swallow is on the menu
And money triple up when you get it out of state
Need a new safe cause Im runnin out of space
Now Im Roy Jetson Im somewhere out of space
In my two-seater she the one that I would take

[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]

We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

Hook: Drake

Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh well here goes nothin)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
Mr. KFC DBS mp3junkyard.blogspot.com is in the watch
Livin fast where its all about that money bag
Never front you take it there aint no comin back
Top down right here is where she want to be
That’s why golds unfold right in front of me
Eveytime we fuck her soul take ahold of me
Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controllin me
That thang keep callin
Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep ballin
Pink bottles keep comin
James Bond coup pop clutch 100

[Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]
We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

[Hook: Drake]
Would have came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but hear goes nothin)

Aston Martin Music Music(2x)

Rick Ross - Free Mason ft. Jay-Z & John Legend Lyrics and Ringtones

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A brand new track titled "Free Mason" , a collaboration effort by American rapper, Rick Ross and hip hop artist, Jay-Z. The song also includes John Legend. He harmonizes on the song and sings toward the end. The track will be included in Rick Ross's upcoming album 'Teflon Don' set to be released July 20, 2010. Enjoyable, smooth and listenable.



This is for the soldiers
the see the sun at midnight, ya dig
let me slow down
it’s so amazing

(Rick Ross)
I go in the grave before I be a bich n-gga
Better behave you dealin’ with some rich n-gga
we the lost symbols
speak in cryptic codes
ancient wisdom
valuable like gifts of Gold
I embark on life
my path is all math
I understand the codes these hackers can’t crack
I understand these folks expect me to fold
community control to violate parole
I wont fail but a lot of men will
I’m iconic in the field
like Solomons Seal
Uh, it’s just in an intro
allow my flow time to sink into the temple
Free Mason
Free Lancer
Free Agents, we faster
Big contracts, big contractors
built pyramids, period
We Masters
no caterpillers, it was just a lot of n-ggas
A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
All white mansion, I’m the child of God
All black diamonds times were hard
New Rolls Royce Guess you made it n-gga
all white favourite n-gga
you they favourite n-gga
my top back like JFK
they wanna push my top back like JFK
So, mp3junkyard.blogspot.com So I JFK,
join forces with the kings and we ate all day
right now I could rewrite history
I stopped writing so fuck it
I’ll do it mentally

(Chorus - Rick Ross)
I go in the grave before I be a bich n-gga
Better behave you dealin’ with some rich n-gga
Started in the ghetto now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die
(repeat)

(Verse 2 - Jay-Z)
N-ggas couldn’t do nothing with me
they put the devil on me
I would have preferred if n-gga squeeze the metal on me
Rumours of Lucifer
I don’t know who to trust
whole world want my demise turn my music up
here me clearly, if y’all niggas fear me
f-ck all these fairy tales
go to hell
This is God engineering
This is Hail Mary pass,
y’all interfering
he without sin shall cast the first stone
so y’all look in the mirror
double check your appearance
b-tch I said I was amazing
Not that I’m a Mason
3It’s amazing that I made it though the maze that I was in
Lord forgive me I never would’ve made it without sin
Holy water my face in the basin
Diamonds in my Rosary shows He forgave him
B-tch I’m red hot, I’m on my third six but the devil I’m not
My Jesus peice flooded but thou shall not covet
keep your eyes off my cupboard I’m a bad motherf0cker
it’s HOV
just say you love it

(Rick Ross - Chorus)

(John Legend)
If I ever die, never let it be said I didn’t win
never, never say
never sya Legend didn’t go in (imma go in)
I just wanna die on Top of the World
Makin love to my favorite girl
makin beuatiful music
we makin a movie
we knew we was born to do it

(Rick Ross - Chorus)

Rick Ross ft. Kanye West - Live Fast, Die Young Lyrics and Ringtones

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This is a brand new song titled "Live Fast, Die Young" by Miami rapper, Rick Ross featuring Kanye West leaked recently. The song was produced by Kanye West and No I.D. It will be included in his forthcoming studio album 'Teflon Don', set to be released on July 20, 2010.



(You’ve got to feel it)
(Aww, you soundin’ good!)

They say we can’t be livin’ like this
For the rest of our lives
But we gon’ be livin’ like this
For the rest of tonight
And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t
For the rest of our lives

Live fast (Live fast)
And die young (Die young)
Live fast (Live fast)
And die young (Die young)
Live fast
And die young

Livin’ fast, now it’s all in the rags
Hard-headed, but my top peelin’ back
Tinted glass on my ‘57, nigga with an attitude (Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
Let my convertible marinate on the avenue
Mami, that’s half a million, I’m livin’ la vida rapido
Die young, but f–k it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich bitch by your first glass
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
Every time we hit the charts, niggas shoot up like a fiend
Stuntin’ like we printin’ money with machines
What you see me wavin’, Vacheron Constantine
Like Mike, my Spikes stay all white
Twenty-four karat gold, eighty carats worth of ice
Ice insured, f–k life insurance
I live for the moment, and put a bullet on that (Bawse)
Got the club rockin’ like a f–kin’ boat
I’m the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
Good party over here, everybody over here
You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here
All the bottles over here, even spread it over there
All the models over here, but they swallow everywhere
She came to party like it’s 1999
If she died on my dick, she would live through my rhymes

They say we can’t be livin’ like this
For the rest of our lives
But we gon’ be livin’ like this
For the rest of tonight
And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t
For the rest of our lives

Live fast (Live fast)
And die young (Die young)
Live fast (Live fast)
And die young (Die young)
Live fast
And die young

For all Miami ladies that drivin’ Miss Daisy
Drivin’ me crazy, rock the beat, baby
Hop up out the errt, she eat up the pavement
I don’t give a errt, baby, he crazy
I’m back by unpopular demand
Least he still poppin’ in Japan, shoppin’ in Milan
Hoppin’ out the van, screams from the fans
“Yeezy, always knew you’d be on top again!”
And we ’bout to hit Jacob the Jeweler
So I can be like Slick Rick, and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King, Junior
And I’ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
My mp3junkyard.blogspot.com outfit so disrespectful
You can go ‘head and sneeze ’cause my presence blessed you
I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it’s superficial and you say it’s just clothes
But we shoppin’ in that motherf–ker and it just closed
So go ahead and just pose
When she walked up out the dressing room, the store just froze
And I know they tryna get they cool back
And them ghetto bitches hollin’ “How you do that?”
So they could never say we never lived it
And if I see Biggie tonight, I loved every minute

They say we can’t be livin’ like this
For the rest of our lives
Well, we gon’ be livin’ like this
For the rest of tonight
And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t
For the rest of our lives

So live fast
And die young
Live fast
And die young
Live fast
And die young

Peter Piper pickin’ peppers, Rick pitch poems
My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
When that ass is enormous, abs abnormal
And tans in the morning on sands in California
Seems like we gettin’ money for the wrong things
Look around, Maseratis for the whole team
Look at Haiti, children dyin’ round the clock, nigga
I sent a hundred grand, but that’s a decent watch, nigga
I’m gettin’ better, ’cause it woulda leased a drop, nigga
I’ma get my money right, just watch, nigga
She had a miscarriage, I couldn’t cry, though
‘Cause you and I know she was only my side ho
Uh, I got ‘em catchin’ amnesia
Time to pull my f–kin’ minks out the freezer
See the lynx and you just think, “Jesus”
I’m hot ’til the day a day freezes
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I’m multiplyin’ my money through different avenues
Took many to war, shook never before
For my mother I applaud Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, f–k life insurance
Three bad bitches, don’t come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won’t stop
And if I die today bury me in a dope-ass watch

We can’t be livin’ like this
For the rest of our lives
Well, we gon’ be livin’ like this
For the rest of tonight
And you know we gon’ be bangin’ this sh-t
For the rest of our lives

So live fast
And die young
Live fast
And die young
Live fast
And die young