DaHipHopPlanet: Lloyd Banks - Payback (P's & Q's) (Ft. 50 Cent) LYRICS

Lloyd Banks - Payback (P's & Q's) (Ft. 50 Cent) LYRICS

Michael Jackson's Michael Track Listing Reveals Akon, 50 Cent .

Akon collaboration, `Hold My Hand,` will debut Monday.By Jocelyn Vena

Michael Jackson`s MichaelPhoto: Epic Records

Michael Jackson fans are eagerly awaiting the December 14 arrival of his posthumous release, simply called Michael, and on Friday (November 12), the album`s official track listing was unveiled. Michael will feature appearances by 50 Cent and Lenny Kravitz, as good as a collaboration with Akon called "Take My Hand" that`s set to debut on Monday (November 15).

Eminem- Crack A Bottle Lyrics (feat. Dr. Dre, 50 Cent)

O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where`s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I find there`s so many of em And there`s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse`s kicking up dust. It`s on till the part of morning And we`re starting this company from dusk

OK_ let`s go

Back wit Andre, the giant, mister elephant tusk Fix your musk, you`ll only be another one bit the dust Just one of my mothers son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt. Lick the fumunda cheese from under my nuts It disgusts me to see the back the way that it looks It`s a must I save my name n haters get mushed. Bitches lust. Man they know me when I lay in the cut. Fist the cup. The lady gave her eighty some paper cut. Now show us. it`s ridiculous you swearing at the thought Cause when I spit the verse the sh-t Gets worse then Worcestershire sauce If I could fit the language as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as bare as nursery rhymes It`s elementary. The elephants have entered the room. I guess to say we`re the center of attention it`s genuine Not to refer back with a vengeance so here`s the point Of the bat symbol. The platinum trio`s back on you hoes.

[Chorus: Eminem] So offer a bottle, let your body waddle Don`t act like a snobby model you simply hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where`s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I find there`s so many of em And there`s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse`s kicking up dust. It`s on till the part of morning And we`re starting this company from dusk

Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre

[Dr. Dre] They see that low rider go by they`re, like Oh my! You ain`t got to order me why you`re sick have I know why. I dip through in that six trey like sick em Dre. I`m an itch that they can`t scratch, they`re sick of me. But hey, what else can I say? I know LA. Cause over and above all, it`s merely another day And this one begins where the final one ends. Pick up where we left off and get smashed again. I`ll be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz. Driving about with a smashed front end Lets cash that one in. Grab another one from out the stable The Monte Carlo, El Camino or the El Dorado The sin if I know. Do I want leather seats or vinyl? Decisions, decisions Garage looks like Precision Collision. Or Maaco beats quake like Waco Just keep the bass low speakers away from your face though

So offer a bottle, let your body waddle Don`t act like a snobby model you simply hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where`s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I find there`s so many of em And there`s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse`s kicking up dust. It`s on till the collapse of dawn And we`re starting this company from dusk

And I have great joy in introducing: 50 Cent

[50 Cent] It`s bottle after bottle The money ain`t a thing when you party with me It`s what we into it`s simple We ball out of control like you wouldn`t believe I`m the napalm the bomb the don I`m King Kong Get rolled on wrapped up and reigned on I`m so calm through Vietnam ring the alarm Bring the shaun dawn burn marajaun do what you want Nigga on and on till the collapse of what Get the newspaper man I`m caking you live I don`t have a bed I pass it like it don`t mean nothing Blow it like it`s supposed to be blown Mother loveer I`m grown I stunt I style I flash the shit I gets what the fuck I wish so what I trick Fat ass burgundy bags classy shit Jimmy Choos shoes I say move a bitch move

So offer a bottle, let your body waddle Don`t act like a snobby model you simply hit the lotto O-oh o-oh, bitches hopping in my Tahoe Got one riding shotgun and no not one of em got clothes Now where`s the rubbers? Whose got the rubbers? I find there`s so many of em And there`s really not that many of us. Ladies love us and my posse`s kicking up dust. It`s on till the collapse of dawn And we`re starting this company from dusk

[Eminem- Crack A Bottle Lyrics (feat. Dr. Dre, 50 Cent)]