Lirik Lagu Lifes On The Line - 50 Cent
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- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Nobody likes meNobody likes me, but that's okayCuz I don't like y'all anyway...And I don't like y'all anywayFuck all y'all!!My watch talk for me, my whip talk for meMy gat talk for meBLAT! Wutup homieFor bitches who don't know me...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck nowServe anybody like niggas who hustle uptownCoke price go up, cats is come downThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be foundThe bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracksThey keep it on em, right there in they ass crackWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend toI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a HinduLook, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to meOG's look at me and see what they used to beI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dopeThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So SoThe thug, they pop shitThe thug that pop clipsThe thug that went from three and a half to whole bricksNigga ain't in his right mind, goin against meMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[Hook]Scream murder! [I don't believe you!]Murder! [Fuck around and leave you!]Murder! [I don't believe you!]Murder, murder! [Your life's on the line!]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of meI'm tryna figure out how y'all started meMake me catch her on the late nightPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray randomNot a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsomeI hate to hear "He say, She say" shitUnless he say she say she on my dickIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot upI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block upYou soft through, be puttin up a crazy frontI stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me onceIn the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em""You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"Beef, you don't want none, so don't start noneYou just a small player in this game, play a part son
[Hook]
These cats always escape reality when they rhymeThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimesLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast carNascar, truck wit a crash barAnd TV's in the dash, paSee em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, paI catch stunts when I ain't tryinI ain't lyin, I sip Don P til I split upKeep my rent split upGet outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]Now if you say my name in your rhyme, you betta watch what you sayYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried awayNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:50, umm Jay-Z and NasI'ma say this shit now and never againWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friendsThe games you playin, you get killed like thatActin like you all hard, you ain't built like thatSee me when you see me nigga, one[One]
[Hook]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of meI'm tryna figure out how y'all started meYou gon make me catch her on the late nightPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck nowServe anybody like niggas who hustle uptownCoke price go up, cats is come downThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be foundThe bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracksThey keep it on em, right there in they ass crackWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend toI'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a HinduLook, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to meOG's look at me and see what they used to beI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dopeThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So SoThe thug, they pop shitThe thug that pop clipsThe thug that went from three and a half to whole bricksNigga ain't in his right mind, goin against meMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[Hook]Scream murder! [I don't believe you!]Murder! [Fuck around and leave you!]Murder! [I don't believe you!]Murder, murder! [Your life's on the line!]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of meI'm tryna figure out how y'all started meMake me catch her on the late nightPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray randomNot a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsomeI hate to hear "He say, She say" shitUnless he say she say she on my dickIt's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot upI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block upYou soft through, be puttin up a crazy frontI stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me onceIn the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em""You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on em"Beef, you don't want none, so don't start noneYou just a small player in this game, play a part son
[Hook]
These cats always escape reality when they rhymeThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimesLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast carNascar, truck wit a crash barAnd TV's in the dash, paSee em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, paI catch stunts when I ain't tryinI ain't lyin, I sip Don P til I split upKeep my rent split upGet outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]Now if you say my name in your rhyme, you betta watch what you sayYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried awayNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:50, umm Jay-Z and NasI'ma say this shit now and never againWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friendsThe games you playin, you get killed like thatActin like you all hard, you ain't built like thatSee me when you see me nigga, one[One]
[Hook]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of meI'm tryna figure out how y'all started meYou gon make me catch her on the late nightPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
