Search results for 187 yayo by 50 cent

We've found 28 lyrics, 13 artists, and 32 albums matching 187 yayo by 50 cent:


Albums:

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 2 (DJ Chuck T) · The Slangin Boyz: The Mi-Yayo Cartel (DJ Chuck T) · Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 3 (DJ Chuck T) · 187 Deluxe (Tyga) · 187: The Music (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 187 Proof [Cassette Single] (Spice 1) · 187: The Music (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Miles Davis Quintet [Prestige 187] (Miles Davis) · 187 He Wrote (Spice 1) · 10 Cent Wings (Jonatha Brooke) – and 22 other albums »


Yeah, the motherfuckin' East Bay Gangster back in the house
A.k.a. Mr. Kill Yo' Ass
187 Fac mothafucker
Nine-trey
G-Nut in the motherfuckin'
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go

50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt

The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
huh, buck em. 

It's a 211, don't make it a 187 

It's a 211, don't make it a 187 

It's a 211, don't make it a 187 

It's a 211, don't make it
huh, buck em. 

It's a 211, don't make it a 187 

It's a 211, don't make it a 187 

It's a 211, don't make it a 187 

It's a 211, don't make it
G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) 

(Tony Yayo) 
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy 
When hoes
[ Intro - 50 Cent talking ]
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga,
Made by:Sebastien Gagne and Friends
Date: 2005-09-25
Album: God's Plan (mixtape)

(50cent) (chorus)
She saids she loves it 
She like my music
She
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch

Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
Made by:Sebastien Gagne and Friends
Date: 2005-09-25
Album: God's Plan (mixtape)

(50cent) (chorus)
She saids she loves it 
She like my music
She
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour

[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
Yeah, Shady (Woo!)
Ha ha, 50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT
(Here we go again, yeah)
Uh huh, ha ha ha
Does it make you mad, when I switch my flow
You
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
through hell
Gotta make it to heaven I hope I make it to heaven

[50 Cent]
Some say I'm paranoid I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU
high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
the middle and your legs to the side

50 cent:
I've got that bentley ferrary that lambo lean
My car game crazy I can't be seen
The aston bugatti the range
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour

[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat"
Cause

[Hook w/ Rick Ross adlibs]
H-Town!
M.I.A.-yayo
That's how we do
[50 Cent]
Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
yeah..

[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)]
[Chorus: Olivia - repeat 2X]
Boy if you want me, then you can have me
I want you to want me and love me unconditionally

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma