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User: Rapshite

Lil Wayne Cannon Instrumental lil wayne cannon instrumental Lyrics: Howdy Do mutha fuckas its weezy baby niggas bitchin and i gotta take the cannon listen close i got duct tape and rope ill leave you missin like tha fuckin ol balance one hand on ma money, on hand on ma buddy thas tha AK47 made his neighborhood love me bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin dont let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach niggas kno im sick i dont spit i vomit got it? one egg short of the omelette simon says, shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg then tell him catch up like mayonaisse im the sickest nigga doin it bet that baby these other niggas kno im wet crack baby, yes get back get back boy its a set back clumsy ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap them boys pussy, born without a back bone and if you strapped we can trade like the dow jones wet him up, i hope he got his towel on i aim at the moon, and get ma howl on some niggas cry wolf, im on that dry cush and when it comes to that paper i stack books you heard what i said i can put you on your feet or put some money on your head life aint cheap you're better off dead if you cant pay the fee shoutout ma nigga fee see every muthafucka at the door dont get a key you outside lookin in, so tell me wut u see its about money its bigger than me i told ma homiess dont kill him bring tha nigga to me, yes dont miss, you fuckin wit the hitmen kidnap a nigga make him feel like a kid again [[[straight up, i aint got no conversation for ya nigga talk to the cannon have a few words wit tha cannon tell it to ma muthafuckin cannon]]] from philly to where im landin ima cannon and im on that philly fiya shit then i come fully equipped you try me get and shotti in the whip if a nigga try to stick me ima blam him single on them them the butters got the greedy got the got the whole enchilada Homie kno im inside of your house tie up your brother make the prick call up your mother she might kno where to find you i am on top of ma job the heavyweight champ of the flow its flow like the ocean; open water you drownin i will drown em and sink em heat em and leave em stinkin sharks surround em and eat em nice roll over ya squad like im a punch card you chumps you best guard your i will take control of your soldiers you wont listen til i toss em in the wok like chicken a yo i make it hard for rap niggas im peer pressure matter fact im motivation to rap better i show niggas how to act how to dress better i stay fresh more fitted caps than bat catchers im the crack the smack the gun the rule the gat the strap the gun the tool tha muthafuckin other words im the real for real we can go check for check or bill for bill we can go chick for chick or skill for skill the deal is sealed niggas aint real as will cuz ima cannon and i handle well pedal like and i got the 50 cal mag its a handheld im tellin you niggas i pop put a shell in you niggas ma nice watch'll helen keller you niggas i got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin ova blowin gam by the quarter weed nigga yea yea detroit red gettin change like them white folks dump it out the window of the range wit the right folk pain like a bitch the first day of her cycle you betta scurry when i pull the cannon straps burn the streets like a truck through the gas i love head and caressin a vuluptous ass i ask your baby momma is she up to the task she like damn red its bigger than a cannon ma attire makes tha ladies say your man is too fly imported oils from iran and get caught slippin wit ya mans and you die where im from niggas be quick to squeeze the cannon detroit red always got some shit for ya ear show me love but keep it movin man cuz if you get near ill say get off ma dick and tell ya bitch to come here cuz you sweatin me and ma dj like legs spread far out, you kno how im standin yea im posted wit tha big homie cannon i got niggas who dont like rap lovin our shit we got niggas who was stuck on pac bumpin our shit these niggas cant see me like i aint been around lately a good battle when they at the mound its gravy niggas healthy im betta no spinderella, just a cigerella, filled wit tropicana yea vic found that nigga and we aint smokin no more regular keep ya midgrain i dont think you kno no betta they lovin the trunk now they wanna hear mo shit i play it modest like nigga thas summa our old shit got niggas i aint neva met wantin to fight me got hoes thas in love askin why you dont like me bitch im married to the game and i love ma wifey steppin ova competition man i love these nikes im hot, they fannin niggas tryna copy ma style like the dont try to compare im in a league of ma own if i aint listed at tha top nigga tha stats is wrong all ya data is off, ya info aint valid artist of the century the competition aint balanced true like master p and his two brothers dont call it http://www.lyricsmania.com http://www.metrolyrics.com Tags: lil wayne cannon instrumental dj drama akon rihanna timbaland t-pain lyrics hip-hop rap rapshite

User: lunayaris

Fantastic Instrumental Fantastic Instrumental Music Tags: Fantastic Instrumental Music

User: Krinki93

Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten Instrumental Hi, here is the instrumental version of the song. Feel free to post a video response of you singing. Here are the lyrics: I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten The rest is still unwritten Tags: Natasha Bedingfield Unwritten Instrumental

User: RICHARDFLORES2100

lupe fiasco- the instrumental pretty good song by lupe Tags: LUPE FIASCO HIP-HOP MUSIC f&f

User: Rapshite

DMX What These Bitches Want Instrumental http://www.youtube.com/rapshite dmx sisqo-what these bitches want instrumental Lyrics: [DMX] Uhh.. [Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo [DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a Nigga [Sisqo] Dru Hill, [DMX] What these women want from a? [Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off [DMX] What these f**king bitches want a Nigga [Sisqo] Break em off, some shit [DMX] Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches, Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (Shit) Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH) I f**k with these hoes from a distance The instant they start to catch feelings I start to stealin they shit then I'm out just like a thief in the night I sink my teeth in to bite You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight? Come on ma, you know I got a wife and even though that tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?) So what is it you want from a nigga ?(WHAT?) I gave you, you gave me - , I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon) Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)" Chorus: Sisqo What these bitches want from a nigga? What you want.. (what you want) What these women want from a ? Really want.. What these women want from a ? I've been keepin you up on it Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me Baby tell me what you want from me! (So what you want?) [DMX] There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay) Dawn, Lashawn, Inez, and Alicia (ooh) Theresa, Monica, Sharon, Nicki (uh-huh) Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn) Cookie, well I met her at a ice cream parlor (aight?) Tanya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay) Malena (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh) About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!) Shelley, Bridgette, Cathy, Rasheeda (uh-huh) Kelley, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!) Stacy, Tracie, Rhonna, and Rhonda (WHAT?) Donna, Yalonda (WHAT?) Tawanda, and Wanda (WHAT?) were all treated fairly but yet and still bitches is on some other shit now that I'm f**kin wit Dru Hill But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?) What the f**k you want from a nigga (c'mon) What the f**k you want from a nigga (c'mon) Chorus (w/ minor variations) [DMX] Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH) and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh See now I do the math, I see if you got this and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?) And that's all they f**kin with, but see these women don't know If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go Knock on da door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep Sisqo (Dmx) X lemme talk for a minute Ooh I know I know it's so hard to be (What the f**k they want from a ), a victim of my reality (what the f**k they want from a ), heard you callin me names said I was trife, one thing you gotta know Ima be a nigga fo life YEEEEEEEEEEAH YEAH Ohh Ooh YEAH. Cant you wate with the bling-bling every time you call me about the same thing Bitch want you want sisqo ain't gonna f**k ask me bout them chicken heads girl I got to go Ahyyo! you wanna be with me gotta understand these things Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs) http://www.lyricsmania.com http://www.metrolyrics.com Tags: dmx sisqo what these bitches want instrumental lil wayne akon rihanna timbaland t-pain hip-hop rap lyrics rapshite

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Puff Daddy Benjamins Instrumental diddy puff daddy benjamins instrumental Lyrics: Uhh, uh-huh, yeah Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Uhh, uh-huh, yeah It's all about the Benjamins baby Goodfellas, uhh [Verse One: Puff Daddy] Now... what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah livin the raw deal, three course meals Spaghetti, fettucini, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word Swimmin in women wit they own condominiums Five plus Fives, who drive Millineums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein a broke nigga [Verse Two: Jadakiss (overlaps last two lines of Puff Daddy)] I want a all chromed out wit the clutch, nigga Drinkin malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin Cristals Freakin the three-quarter reptiles (ahahah) Enormous cream, forrest green -- Benz jeep for my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme (that's right) We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like (Hebrews) Don't let the melody intrigue you (uh-uh) Cause I leave you, I'm only here for that green paper which the eagle [Verse Three: Sheek] I'm strictly tryin to cop those, colossal sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (whoo!) Mienda, with cash flowin like Sosa And the latin chick tranportin in the chocha Stampedin over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin weight by Minnesota (uhh) Avoidin NARC's wit camcorders and Chevy Novas (uh-huh) Stash in the buildin wit this chick named Alona (uh-huh) from Daytona, when I was young I wants to bone her (uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants (ahahaha) Trickin, they takin me skiing, at the Aspens (c'mon) Uhh, gangsta mental, stay poppin Cristal Pack a black pist-al in the Ac' Coupe that's dark brown (whoo!) Pinky-ringin, gondolas wit the man singin Italian music down the river wit your chick clingin to my bizzalls, player you mad false Actin hard when you as pussy as RuPaul [Interlude:] Puff Daddy C'mon, c'mon, uh-huh It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah [repeat 4X] It's all about the Benjamins baby Now, what y'all wanna do? It's all about the Benjamins baby Wanna be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins baby Brawlers -- who be dippin in the Benz wit the spoilers It's all about the Benjamins baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus [Verse Four: Lil' Kim (overlaps last two lines of interlude)] Uhh, uhh, what the blood clot? Wanna bumble wit the Bee hahh? BZZZZT, throw a hex on a whole family (yeah, yeah yeah) Dressed in all black like the Oman (say what?) Have your friends singin 'This is for my homey' (that's right) And you know me, from makin niggaz so sick Floss in my 6 with the Lex on the wrist If it's Murder, you know She Wrote it (uh-huh) German Luger for your ass bitch, deep throated Know you wanna fill the room cause it's platinum coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, playa hatin from the sideline Get your own shit, why you ridin mine? (uh-huh) I'm, a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's and Mercedes, Puffy hold me down baby! Only female in my crew, and I kick shit like a nigga do, with a trigga too, fuck you [Big:] (Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!) [Verse Five: Notorious B.I.G.] I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice grill Make it hard to figure me, liquor be, kickin me in my asshole, uhhh, undercover, Donni Brascoe Lent my East coast girl, the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh) My West coast shorty, push the chrome 740 Rockin Redman and Naughty, all in my kitty-kat Half a brick of yea, in the bra, where her titties at And I'm livin that, whole life, we push weight (uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State (c'mon) Listen close it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the Mac, my left hand spit, right hand grip on the whip, for the smooth getaway Playa haters get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only, to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's What?? [Outro: Puff Daddy] It's all about the Benjamins baby Uh-huh, yeah [repeat 8X] http://www.lyricsmania.com http://www.metrolyrics.com Tags: diddy puff daddy benjamins instrumental akon rihanna timbaland lyrics hip-hop rap

User: idolfreak92

Jordin Sparks - Tattoo (Instrumental) Instrumental version of American Idol winner Jordin Sparks' second single "Tattoo." Great for karaoke. - About 50 people ask me a day for this to download. I WILL NOT SEND IT TO YOU. Oh, oh, oh No matter what you say about love I keep coming back for more Keep my hand in the fire Sooner or later, I'll get what I'm asking for No matter what you say about life I learn every time I bleed That truth is a stranger Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free To admit that I'm wrong And then change my mind Sorry but I have to move on And leave you behind [Chorus] I can't waste time so give it a moment I realize, nothing's broken No need to worry 'bout everything I've done Live every second like it was my last one Don't look back at a new direction I loved you once, needed protection You're still a part of everything I do You're on my heart just like a tattoo (Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you I'll always have you, I'll always have you) I'm sick of playing all of these games It's not about taking sides When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver It hurt enough to think that I could Stop, admit that I'm wrong And then change my mind Sorry but I gotta be strong And leave you behind [Chorus] I can't waste time so give it a moment I realize, nothing's broken No need to worry 'bout everything I've done Live every second like it was my last one Don't look back at a new direction I loved you once, needed protection You're still a part of everything I do You're on my heart just like a tattoo (Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you I'll always have you) [Bridge] If I live every moment Won't change any moment Still a part of me and you I will never regret you Still the memory of you Marks everything i do [Chorus x2] I can't waste time so give it a moment I realize, nothing's broken No need to worry 'bout everything I've done Live every second like it was my last one Don't look back at a new direction I loved you once, needed protection You're still a part of everything I do You're on my heart just like a tattoo I can't waste time so give it a moment I realize, nothing's broken No need to worry 'bout everything I've done Live every second like it was my last one Don't look back at a new direction I loved you once, needed protection You're still a part of everything I do You're on my heart just like a tattoo Just like a tattoo I'll always have you If you want upload a video of you singing this and respond to this video. :] Tags: jordan jordon tatoo tatto blake lewis chris richardson sanjaya kanye feist matchbox crank clarkson season tour

User: AstronomyRecords

World Relaxation Yoga Instrumental Music - Album Sampler http://astronomyrecords.com/ - for more soundtrack music and free mp3 music downloads from this album and more. Subscribe to our free newsletter - http://astronomyrecords.com/subscribe/ And/or subscribe to our free podcast via iTunes - http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=214476671 Embrace The Moment - a beautifully crafted instrumental world music album that will inspire you. Its subtle journey will transport you deep into your chillout or yoga space. 80 Minutes of Atmospheric keys, crystal clear guitars, dancing piano, and soaring flutes make this album a thematic masterpiece. Astronomy Records - exploring inner space with music. http://www.astronomyrecords.com/ Tags: relaxation music world yoga meditation downloads free mp3 new age inspirational soundtrack film clip

User: Rapshite

Bobby Valentino Tell Me Instrumental Bobby Valentino Lil Wayne Tell Me Instrumental Lyrics: [Lil Wayne] Hey slide over here and talk to the boy What are you drinking? I'ma buy the bar I was just thinking of seeing you tomorrow Waking up with no panties, no bra I ain't being nasty, I'm just being for real Let me take off my belt and give you the whip appeal Yeah you hear about what I do in the streets But you gon' love what I do in the sheets Ha! [Bobby Valentino] Say baby what's your story? You got the goods it's plain to see The kind that'll keep a brotha on his knees And I'm so curious After the club, hang out with me Valentino is sure to please For now, let's have a Apple Martini And get to know each other [Chorus] Ooh ma tell me How did you get that in those jeans? The way you popping in, it's killing me Look over here, come follow me Tell me How did you get that in those jeans? The way you dropping in, it's killing me I'll meet you in the VIP [Bobby Valentino] Ooh you sizzling, let me lay you on the floor I'm a bad boy, just thought i'd let you know These are the thoughts running through my mind Cause I'm so curious yeah Couple more shots then we out the door Speed off in the coupe cause there's more in store Can't wait till I pull in my driveway girl Can tell by now I want you yeah [Break] You's a sexy thing Ooh what's your name Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club Your girls, they don't compare to You, can't help but stare at you Let's make a toast to the good life [Chorus (Lil Wayne)] Ooh lord tell me How did you get that in those jeans? The way you popping in, it's killing me Look over here, come follow me Tell me How did you get that in those jeans? (I got you pimp) The way you dropping in, it's killing me (It's ya baby, baby, ha!) I'll meet you in the VIP [Lil Wayne] Fly for a baby, eyes all hazy Izod maybe off the apest bathing Ride with a gangsta, we high whether weather be Precious like ya face so heavenly I'm thanking God like I better be You know I'm very street And if we get caught, you can be my accessory Access to the condo in Miami Have breakfast on the floor, butt naked we tanning But, I'm too dark to tan Mama, pardon ya man Let me spark while I can, you know Now you got my eyes following the places you go I'm caught up in ya vibe tryna kick it like judo Luda outta town I got the keys to the two door And we ain't gotta tell no one about the things you know You know, holla at a G though I'm probably out wilding with Bobby Valentino [Break] You's a sexy thing Ooh what's your name Cause, you're the finest thing that walked in the club Your girls, they don't compare to You, can't help but stare at you Let's make a toast to the good life [Chorus] Ooh ma tell me How did you get that in those jeans? The way you popping in, it's killing me Look over here, come follow me Tell me How did you get that in those jeans? The way you dropping in, it's killing me I'll meet you in the VIP http://www.lyricsmania.com Tags: lil wayne bobby valentino instrumental tell me akon rihanna timbaland lyrics hip-hop rap

User: whynotpro

Lupe Fiasco-The Instrumental A music video to The Instrumental by Lupe Fiasco. Tags: the instrumental lupe fiasco why not producktionz music video eddies 2007

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