Lirik Lagu Halfway Thugs Part 2 - Noreaga
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- 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
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- 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
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- 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.
(singing like Joe "I Don't Wanna Be A Player")He don't wanna be a Muslim no moreHe used to be black and proudnow he wanna be hardcore ooh ohh (repeat)
When I met this cat he was eatin' veggie burgersNow you see him yo he think he about murdersI used to write his rhymes and let him shineknowin' that he old school and out of timebitch made cat and yo he shot a kidOn top of that yo he got his man doin' a bidEx-crackhead and lived in a crackhead cribNever sold records now he tryin' to liveBut he was my man, I was the key he was a quarter gramYou like 37, lets give it up manyou in this war you shoulda let me knowIf it's war when I see you gonna let you gobut you's a homo thug, faggot thoughI hate you and the rest of y'all faggots thoughSo let me boost you and eat y'all niggas what you're used toYou just mad cuz you wasn't in the Juice Crewyou a Muslim now or just used to?Five Percent today or just used to?Aiyyo a thug this week I guess you's toomad cuz I cut you off cuz you was softI got jumped you had the gat and you didn't let offIce broke it up than I turned around and split offYeah my nigga shot the nigga in the North Face clothSo what the fuck, watch my wyle like whatYou can't rock shitThugged Out Entertainment we fuck you upall my N U straight scuff you upAnd all my niggas freak bitches like me and KuruptAye yo you bitin' my style fearin' my wordsYou ain't pro-black because you like po' white birdsEatin' ham with your man while you in the suburbsYou like old school and washed upI told you rhyme like a dog and put your heart upTell the trut
When I met this cat he was eatin' veggie burgersNow you see him yo he think he about murdersI used to write his rhymes and let him shineknowin' that he old school and out of timebitch made cat and yo he shot a kidOn top of that yo he got his man doin' a bidEx-crackhead and lived in a crackhead cribNever sold records now he tryin' to liveBut he was my man, I was the key he was a quarter gramYou like 37, lets give it up manyou in this war you shoulda let me knowIf it's war when I see you gonna let you gobut you's a homo thug, faggot thoughI hate you and the rest of y'all faggots thoughSo let me boost you and eat y'all niggas what you're used toYou just mad cuz you wasn't in the Juice Crewyou a Muslim now or just used to?Five Percent today or just used to?Aiyyo a thug this week I guess you's toomad cuz I cut you off cuz you was softI got jumped you had the gat and you didn't let offIce broke it up than I turned around and split offYeah my nigga shot the nigga in the North Face clothSo what the fuck, watch my wyle like whatYou can't rock shitThugged Out Entertainment we fuck you upall my N U straight scuff you upAnd all my niggas freak bitches like me and KuruptAye yo you bitin' my style fearin' my wordsYou ain't pro-black because you like po' white birdsEatin' ham with your man while you in the suburbsYou like old school and washed upI told you rhyme like a dog and put your heart upTell the trut
