Lloyd Banks ft Akon & Eminem -- Celebrity (with lyrics)

Lloyd Banks ft Akon & Eminem -- Celebrity Lloyd Banks -- Celebrity Lyrics [Lloyd Banks] I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they're talking about me f-ck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom n-gger Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! You rappers don't know me Nah I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley my Rolly My Magnum my forty South Jamaica shawty these losses I took in the gut yo the work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load my Pop dead, but he live through his son though if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack over the drumroll You know, wherever I go the gun go [Akon - Chorus] We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey) ain't bout to let a n-gga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass slide this time While I get this paper, paper While I get this paper, paper Cause I'm a celebrity (I don't need none of y'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity aint nothing changed n-gger [Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum hammer through the metal wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city grammer lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com step your jewels up, they bruised up I'll sparkle for the camera ...

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Pharoahe Monch - Free + lyrics

My favourite emcee rippin the mic [lyrics] You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free! Spit in my face, hold me down I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free! Your A&R's a house nigga, the labels the plantation Now switch that advance for your emancipation MC's are the field like pick cotton for real I pop blocks like beat street with a notch n' a kill They take the strongest of slaves to compete in a track meat For the King of the city sang songs of back streets Choruses of cocaine tales and black heat Only to trade niggas like professional athletes! Don't take that merchandising, snatch that publishing Practice that black ass, ship you to London By way of France, Germany, Dublin A railroad to underground like Harriet Tubman While ya'll stay strugglin' we smuggle MC's through the streets Till we bubblin' on mix CD's, hustlin' Clans see me on the block n' say freeze I say Fuck You! I'm a man, I'm Free! You can clip my wings, shackle and chain me Back straight standing tall a child of God, N' I'm... Free! Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Spit in my face, hold me down I'ma keep my feet firm to the ground, cuz I'm... Free! I give birth to verses in churches with no confession So please pardon my post-partum depression A-list MC to spit it in C-Sections For immature minds that get it with each lesson Three-fifths of a man ass jigga with no plans How you discussing publishing figures without a ...

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Def Squad Presents Erick Onasis(Erick Sermon) - So Sweet Feat Eazy - E + Lyrics

[Erick Onasis] Yeah, check it out Where Eazy at man? (I think he over there dude) Where he at? damn (Oh aight cool) Yo, I'm the rocka man (Who?) Glock cocka man (Who?) Blocka blocka man (You!) can't stoppa man Technique I freak Make chicks strip to bare meat Leavin' nuttin' on but their shoes No rules, I'm dumbin' out in the bathroom Gettin' sucked off 'till I bust off E single to mingle Blow somethin' in they ear to make'em tingle Earrings watch'em jingle (uh!) Leave the spot jump in the car escape Bouncin', with the new biggie smalls tape Dead wrong down sunset haven't had fun yet Me not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this, lounge you in the danger zone E got the blocks on snipe the drop zone (uh!) Peep the whip, I'm sittin' on twenty inch Brobbit's And y'all sittin' on garbage (huh!) Feel me baby the way I be movin' Watch what I'm doin', got the spot brewin' Off the hook in here, you can smell it, gangsta I'll let Eazy E tell it Chorus [Eazy-E] (4x) Feel the beat! Bein' a gangsta is so neat Yeah! gangsta beat for the street [Eazy-E] I got beef for the street to the beach I'll be rollin' Never see me strollin' 40's I'll be holdin' Girls in the daisys drive eazy crazy Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC Rollin' down crenshaw see the hoe's joggin' Sunday nights poppin' See the 4's hoppin' My stereo's bumpin' the ATL funk You can call it what you want Either way the shit bumps Chorus (4x) [Erick Onasis] Yeah, yeah yeah feel me y'all (who?) The emcee y'all (yo ...

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