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Hay que linda vecindad Es la vecindad del chavo No valdra ni un centavo Pero es linda de verdad (x2) Don ramoooooon dame mi torta de jamon y pagale la renta a ese gordo maricon gooordo panzon deja en paz

Dime porque no puedo fumar mi ultimo wiro Si atahualpa era un fumon Ella me dijo ella me dijo deja la hierba La quiero mucho Me acepta como soy Dejame fumar mi ultimo wiro wiro wiro Dejame fumar mi ultimo

Y pasan los dias todo sigue igual Y ya me canse de buscar alguien especial Alguien que me diga que me quiere y nada mas Alguien que le importe y que me ame de verdad Acaso el resto dias estare

[intro] when I’m out in ny boys blunts and phillies when I’m out in LA boys wraps and swishes [bidge] now blow walk to this,now crip walk to this now throw it up raise it up for that gangsta shit

How many times Can a man watch the sun rise Over his head Without feeling free? How many words Will fail me in my negligence To arrest, oh yes This crazy part of me? How many fools Will I let

Woo, I wana be the reason you smile I wana be the reason you smileeeee I wana be the reason you smile After you wipe away your tears an dry your eyes [Verse One] Lloyd Banks I’m getting the feeling

Something special, Unforgetable, 5- Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn) She she, she want it, I want to give it to her She know that, it’s right here for her I want to, see you break it

Clickity-clank Clickity-clank The money goes in to my piggy, bank Clickity-clank Clickity-clank The money goes in to my piggy, bank [Bridge] I get atchu My knife cut ‘cha skin I get atchu Blow shots atcha man I get atchu 2Pac

[Intro] Hahaha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha [5- Cent] Aww nigga don’t trip I’ll kill ya if you fuck with my grip I won’t hesitate

[Chorus – 5- Cent] Nigga my gun go off, you see that barrell turnin’ You feel the holes burnin’, nigga now you learnin’ Nigga my gun go off, callin’ yo’ clique aint murder Nigga Im tryna murk you, when I

I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop Im on the low now, I got the fo’ pound Incase a mother fucker got to get shot The only time is

[5- Cent] AOWWWW~! It hurts Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah – YEAH!! D’s tryin to plant a murder on me In the precinct they sayin I done murdered homey I told my lawyer I ain’t heard of homey And e’rybody

New York City You are now rockin with 5- cent Are you ready´ [Gun click] I said are you ready´ See you wit me nigga? DROP DEAD [mumbles:] Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop «G UNIT» «Somthin

Ohhhh, don’t even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain’t nuttin change still holla at my homies Ohh and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don’t want to, nigga but I