22 20s - 22 Days Ringtones

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for all of the times I tried to make you see
well I'm sorry, yeah I'm sorry
but I still don't understand who you expected me to be
but I'm sorry, yeah I'm sorry
well I'm sorry for you and I'm sorry for me

goodbye babe well I'm up off my knees
you're so easy to love and you're so hard to please

I'm not looking for acceptance
I'm not looking for a place
I'm not trying to impress you
I'm not looking for appraise
but I was looking for something
that I can deface

goodbye babe when you're blue tis so rare
you're so easy to love but there's nothing really there

twenty-two contries in twenty-two days
with you in my head, with you in my head
twenty-two nights, just trying to erase
every word that you said, every word that you said
but it still makes me sick I'm so easily in love

goodbye babe when it's hard to turn round
you're so easy to love and so hard to tie down

213 - Groupie Luv Ringtones

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[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
This is a DJ Whoo production
In conjunction with Doggystyle Records and 213

[Verse 1: Warren G]
I need a ride or die groupie that can get dirty in Gucci
On the floor or the floor or the hoopty while she loving me up
I'm usually the instigator
But ain't nothing greater
Than a X-rater with a nickname like vibrator
I need to do a remix to "Area Codes"
I..got..hoes and plenty more
The way it kicks on time is out of control
So when my nigga Snoop Dogg comes and kicks the door

[Snoop Dogg]
When I walk up in the door
You best to know it's pimping on the whole
213 gets the crunk for sure
And they know about us everywhere we go

[Warren G]
And where the groupies at

[Chorus: Nate Dogg & (Snoop Dogg)]
I was just about to call
'Till Snoop Dogg told me that he boned
'Till Warren G told me he rolled
(I told you she's a grooouuuppp)
Hoooooeeeee!!!

Nate Dogg in the house tonight looking for some groupie love
Snoop Dogg in the house tonight looking for some groupie love
Warren G in the house tonight looking for some groupie love
(213 all in your face and we trying to find)
Groupie Love

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Looking for a chick
That love that West Coast gangster shit
Yeah girl if you think that you're the one
Let's go and have ourselves some fun
You ain't got a bring nothing at all
Just enjoy the adventures of the Dogg
I heard you like my smile
My rap, my pimp, my style
Well it's on you what it do
You got to let Nate hit it too
'Cus when we come to your town
Rule is pimps up, draws down

[Warren G]
And where the groupies at

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
My fast scheme on them
We can tag team on them
That's what we need to do
Just me, G and you
It's cool when I'm seeing you
Get ready for a nine inch dick, me and the D in you
I know you don't want to miss this
Some classic LBC, 213 shit
We in your city get busy 'till you get dizzy
Trying to find all our fans
To load them up in our vans

[Warren G]
We hate to end the show
But there's a lot of groupies at the door
Another everyone to take a see
All aboard and launch 213
And where the groupies at

[Chorus]

2 Small - Feel 4 Me Aka Cuddly Toy Ringtones

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2 Raumwohnung - Nimm Mich Mit Ringtones

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es regnet nicht nur in der regenzeit
es schüttet aus kübeln nur so runter
wie stellst du dir das wetter vor in caracas
das leben in den tropen ist viel bunter

du, sagst du, ich bin kein mann für eine nacht
ich muß nur immer irre viel verreisen
heute hab ich mal darüber nachgedacht:
deine chance ist da - ich kann es dir beweisen

nimm mich mit nimm mich mit
nimm mich mit tommi boy
auf das abenteuer liebe undsoweiter
ich kann's sehen, es wird gehen
es wird doppelt-dreifach schön
mit dir - a du bist mein begleiter

ich mal mir alle unsere möglichkeiten aus
nordpol, südpol, großstadt oder strand
am strand der ganze sand,
vielleicht lieber doch auf's land
ich bin jedenfalls schon sehr gespannt

mein hund sieht inzwischen ganz traurig aus
immer nur drinnen nie raus aussem haus
immer nur warten, daß das telefon geht
und uns einer auf ne reise in die welt einlädt

nimm mich mit nimm mich mit
nimm mich mit tommi boy
auf das abenteuer liebe undsoweiter
ich kann's sehen, es wird gehen
es wird doppelt-dreifach schön
mit dir - du bist mein begleiter

2 Play - It Can't Be Right : Ringtones

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Who am I x 5

Ohhhhh........

Yo who am I; Nayla Boss, Keep it tight,
I guess we got the Raghav on the mic,
Gimme the light, got my flame, 2play,
I done; now you love a long time...

2play:

I know I shouldn't but I got to see you tonight,
I pick you up around nine,
But I swear that this can't happen no more,
Cause when I'm looking in my baby's eyes,
I can't bare to tell her more lies,
I gotta be stronger now than I was before,
But when you hold me girl it's so real,
I'm feeling things for you I can't feel,
I know I shouldn't stay but girl I just can't leave...

Chorus:

This can't be right
That it doesn't feel so wrong
But when I'm all alone,
I'm thinking of you but I'm with her
This can't be right that it's you thats on my mind (my mind)
But she's still in my life (yo)
But your the one that's stands by my side

i wanna let go but theres summit that makes me hold on (tell em)
but baby this jst cant go on,
and were better off wit nobody nos
i never 4ght we wud of lasted so long
so perfect but girl its so rong
cos i got some body waitin at home
but wen u hold me girl its so real
im feelin things 4 u i cant feel
i no i shudnt stay but girl i jst cant leave

Chorus:

This can't be right
That it doesn't feel so wrong (So wrong)
But when I'm all alone, (All alone)
I'm thinking of you but I'm with her
This can't be right that it's you thats on my mind
But she's still in my life (My life)
But your the one that's stands by my side

Nayla:

Who-a blast, her blast, who blasts you,
Equals arrest, Consequence like oooooo.....
I'm gonna get mine you know I don't really care,
But I got a soft spot for your girl right there,
Hate to be the mistress aint trying to be the wife,
Got a hubby here so we gotta keep it tight,
Keep it on the hush on the low or whatever,
Aint no competition I could tell her to do better...

2play:

Girl you know I can't, there's too much to lose,
It's you that I want but, put yourself in her shoes,
It hurts to think if she only knew,
What'd be on her mind, what she'd be going throughhhhhh

Chorus:

This can't be right
That it doesn't feel so wrong
But when I'm all alone,
I'm thinking of you but I'm with her
This can't be right that it's you thats on my mind
But she's still in my life
But your the one that's stands by my side (Ut oh Ut oh Ut oh)

x3

This Can't Be Right!!!

Zero Four, Yo
Nayla, 2play, Oh
Yeah,
Yo I'm done...

2 Pac Ft. The Notorious B.I.G. - Runnin : Ringtones

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[Chorus]

You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die

[Notorious B.I.G.]

Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
celebrate my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker

[Chorus]

[2Pac]

And still I'm havin memories of high speeds, when the cops crashed
As I laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast
We was young, and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark when we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what I had, and many wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches they still continue to per sue me
A couple of movies now the whole world tryin to screw me
even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do but stay true, sippin 22's a brewin
now the medias tryin to test me got the press askin questions, tryin to stress me
misery is all I see, thats my mind's state
My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate
Ma main man had 2 stikes, slipped, got arrested and flipped
He screamed 'Thug Life!' and emptied the clip
gots tired of runnin from the police

[chorus]

[Biggie]

I was shocked at everything! Ya know what im sayin.
I wasn't more shocked at him dying.
I was more shocked at him. Pac' is a strong dude...
I know him... You know what I'm sayin?...
Real strong... so it was when he got shot I was more like "again".
You know what I'm sayin?...
He always gettin shot or shot at...
He gon' pull threw this one again,
make a few of records about it and its gon be over..
You know, then when he died I was like 'Woah'...
you know what I'm sayin...
it kinda took me by suprise...
even though we was going threw our drama I would NEVER
wish death on nobody!
'cause there ain't no comin back from death [echo].....

2 Pac Ft. Ashanti & T I - Pacs Life : Ringtones

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Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain't ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I.
Ashanti
It's that new 'Pac y'all

{Chorus: Ashanti}

Pac's life
(Everybody need's to chill)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(It's Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac's life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(Outlawz)

{Verse One: Tupac}

Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out so when trouble tried to find me can't
Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd be locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game
To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?
To all y'all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business

{Chorus: Ashanti}

{Verse Two: T.I}

I remember that ay
What's happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G
And all the shit you went through meant a lot to me
But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's
Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse

{Chorus: Ashanti}

{Verse Three: Tupac}

I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching' to kill
And you was, 'Ready To Die'
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
Bitches die in a hurry
Still I ride, I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride
and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherfucker's die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga it's how it is
Only real niggas stay on top

{Chorus: Ashanti}

Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?
Tell them motherfucker's
Outlawz
Fuck all y'all

2 Pac - Hit Em Up : Ringtones

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Intro: Tupac

I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so fuck peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
Fuck wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

Interlude: Tupac

Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!

Verse Two:

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up

Chorus

Verse Three: Tupac

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four:

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you heards
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Four:

Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)
(take money)

Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple

(take money)

You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes

2 Pac - Ghetto Gospel : Ringtones

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If I could recelect before my hood dayz
I would sit in bliss and reminis on the good dayz.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They stressed and goin under.
We never really went through that
Cause we was born ??
Today things change, its a shame
They blame it on the youth cause the truth look strange
For them its worse, we come from a world thats cursed
And it hurts.
Cause any day theyll push the button.
And yall condemned like malcom x and uncle bob
They died for nothin.
Make the people teary, the world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes you see it clearley.
Theres no need for you to fear me.
If you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me.
It aint about black or white, both doin
I hope you see the light before its ruiend
My ghetto gospel

[Chorus x3]

It ok, its ok, its ok
My ghetto gospel

[2Pac]

Tell me do you see that old lady she aint sad
Living out a bag, in rags, loving the things she has
Over there see that lady, the cracks got her crazy.
And shes gonna give birth to a baby?
I shouldnt let it fade me. we out of the projects
Jumped into another form of slavery.
And even now i get discouraged.
I wonder if its tooken all back will i still keep the courage.
I refuse to be a role modle.
I keep control on the hoes and take out my old bottle.
I make mistakes, i learn from everyone.
And when its said and done, ill be called a better one.
If i strecth you dont stretch.
Never forget, god is gonna finish with me yet.
I feel his hands on my brain.
When i write ryhmes, i go blind, and let the lord do this thing.
But am i any less holy,
I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
And then world peace, we tried and failed
Now theres war in the streets
My ghetto gospel.

[Chorus x3]

[2Pac]

I remember grandmas hands use to hold me
Mold me, i never forget the things she told me
Brothas a butt, and played the big shot
But you know grannys are the only other thing lil ghetto kids got.
Moms work, and pops burried.
Drop me off at grannys, left without a heart cause shes worried
And ghetto grannys are like books.
We got some many crooks, so many grannys gettin shook.
And gettin trapped in a nursing home.
Times is hard, and even worse alone
And how could you be so cold,
Youll get your turn, as soon as you turn old.
All they ask of every person,
Is for a brotha to figure whats on his mind when hes cursin.
9 out of 10 youll find them problems.
Time to take listen and see what you can do to solve them.
Cause every body needs a little help
On the way of relieng on ones self.
And think about it, why 2pac hit you with a little ghetto gospel
My ghetto gospel.

[Chorus x3]

[2Pac]

I wake up stone cold gangsta main
See ya gave me ghetto gospel, i thank you main
Use to roll in the back and do drugs a lot.
Now im bangin the tracks, slangin ryhmes i got.
In this world of greed tryin to succeed on my beliefs.
Now i lay me down to sleep, lord can you hear me speak.
Can you forgive me for my sins
If i had it all to do again, id still play to win
I hope the lord can understand me.
A mans gotta do what he can for his family.
And pay the price of being hellbound.
But i ratha see hell later than see hell now.
And the devil aint got nothin on the president.
Cut back and keep us tsrapped in our residence.
And be like animals in cages.
We can rant and rave about slavery for ages.
Or we can stop makin awful
And hitem with a lil ghetto gospel
My ghetto gospel.

[Chorus x4]

2 Pac - Dear Mama : Ringtones

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Child: Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
Mother: I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn window
with that fuckin' AK all day
You don't work, you don't fuck, you don't,
you don't do a goddamn thing
I see death around the corner, gotta stay high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
I see death around the- corner, anyday
Trying to keep it together, no one lives forever anyway
Strugglin and strivin, my destiny's to die
Keep my finger on the trigger, no mercy in my eyes
In a ball of confusion, I think about my daddy
Madder than a motherfucker, they never shoulda had me
I guess I seen too many murders, the doctors can't help me
Got me stressin' with my pistol in my sheets, it ain't healthy
Am I paranoid? - Tell me the truth
I'm out the window with my AK, ready to shoot
Ran out of endo and my mind can't take the stress,
I'm out of breath
Make me wanna kill my damn self,
but I see death around the corner

Chorus
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner
(When we were kids, belonging felt good)
I see death around the corner
(But having respect, that feels even better)
I see death around the corner,
the pressure's getting to me
I no longer trust my homies,
them phonies tried to do me
Smoking too much weed,
got me paranoid, stressed
Pack a gat and my vest,
under my clothes when I dress
Here's hopin I die the way I lived,
straight thuggin'
Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas
who was buggin'
My homie told me once,
don't you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
but they phony motherfuckers
And even if I did die young, who cares
All I ever got was mean mugs and cold stares
I got homies in my head
who done passed away screamin, please
Young nigga, make Gs
I can't give up, although I'm hopeless,
I think my mind's gone
All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner

Chorus
I was raised in the city, shitty
Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty
Drinkin' liquor out my momma's titty
And smokin' weed was an everyday thang in my household,
And drinking liquor til' you out cold
And tho' i'm gone now, nigga it's still on- Pow
Bustin on them niggas til they gone
How many more jealous ass bitches, comin for my riches
Now I gotta stay suspicious when I bone
Cause if I ain't sharp and heartless,
them bitches will start shit
Excuse me, but this is where we part bitch
No more game for free, please explain to me
Why niggas trip bitch, who you came to see?
Murderin' now but see me later man, as for my pops
I got homies that will hunt you til you drop
I hope the Lord will forgive me, I was a G
And gettin high was a way of gettin free
I see death around the corner

Chorus
This is for all the real mothafuckin niggas out there
I know you ain't scared to die
We all gotta go, ya know ?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin business
Y'all niggas stop acting like pussies out there,
all right
(Movie bites)
I'm tired off getting ripped off by guys like that
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want his family dead, I want his house burned to the ground
I want to got there in the middle of the night,
I wanna piss on his head
I want that sonova bitch dead, I want him dead
I want him dead, I don't care

2 Pac - All Eyez On Me : Ringtones

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Lyrics For 2 Pac - All Eyez On Me

(tupac talking)
Big syke, snoop, payne, bogard, big serv
Yall know how this shit go (you know)

All eyez on me

Muthafucka, legit
Roll up in the club and shit

All eyez on me
All eyez on me

But you know what

(tupac)

I bet you got it twisted
You dont know who to trust
So many playa hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I dont think they know it
Straight to the depths of hell is were those cowards goin
Well are you still down nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry, but they finally freed me
I got a cariban of niggas, every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hitting mutha-fuckas up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die live the life of a boss playa, cuz even when Im high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my eyez
Cuz all I want is cash and thangs,
A five double 0 benz and flaunting flashy rings uhh
Bitches pursue me like a dream,
Been know to disappear before your eyez, just like a dope fiend, it seems
My main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a mutha-fuckin razor blade
Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
One niggas getting jealous, and muthafuckas died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They my homies for a second, but these punks wont get me
We got four niggas, and low riders, and ski masks
Screaming thug life every time they pass
All eyez on me

Chorus -- tupac
Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All eyez on me
Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high

(syke talking)

Heeyyy, to my nigga pac

(syke)

So much trouble in the world, nigga
Cant nobody feel your pain
The world changing everyday
Times moving faaast
My girl said I need to raise up, how long will she last?
Im caught between my women, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as we dip
Im lost in the land, with no plan, living life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
Im taking off on the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tek
Devoted to serving this, moet and paaayyy checks
Like a kite sailin nigga Im forever ballin
It aint right, pair this ice triggas and fleas crawlin
Sucka duck and get busted, no emotion
Nine and four shit is handling my business nigga keep on coastin
Where yah goin I been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flaunting against the grain nigga still dont know me
Its about the money, and the rap shit, this crap shit
It aint funny niggas dont even know how to act shit
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way ?
Blunts and gin twenty-four parlay
My little homie g, cant you see, Im busta free
Niggas cant stand me
All eyez on me

Chorus -- tupac
Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All eyez on me
Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high

(tupac)

The feds is watchin, niggas plottin to get me
Will I survive, will I die, come on lets picture the possibilities
Giving me charges, lawyers making a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and thats why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, alone, as a teenager, on the mobile
Calling big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
Bitches I fuck with a passion, livin rough and raw
Catchin cases at a fast rate, balllin in the fast lane
Hustle til the morning, never stopped until the cash came
I live my life as a thug nigga
Untill the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa
Cuz we be getting high
These niggas got me tossin shit
I put the top down now its time to floss my shit
Keep your head up nigga, make these muthafuckas suffer
Up in the benz burning rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
Cuz the criminal lifestyle equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money muthafucka lets get rich and well kick it
All eyez on me

Chorus -- tupac
Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high
All eyez on me
Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)
Cuz we be getting high

All eyez on me

(tupac talking)
Pay attention my niggas
See how that shit go
Gonna walk up in this muthafucka
And its gonna be like bing
Cowards

Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (bitches)
Cuz we be getting high

Every mutha fuckin way
I got a bustas, hoes, and police watching a nigga
You know

Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (all eyez on me)
All eyez on me

Its like, what they think Im walking around with some keys in my pocket
Or something

All eyez on me

They think Im going back to jail
They really on that dope

Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (I know yall watching)
(I know yall got me in the scopes)
Live my life as a thug nigga
Until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa (I know yall know this is thug life baabbby)
We be getting high
(yall got me under surveillance)

All eyez on me

But Im known

2 Pac - Ain't Mad At Cha : Ringtones

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Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, nahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
[Danny Boy] I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
[Danny Boy] ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha

Verse One: 2Pac

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roll
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha

Verse Two: 2Pac

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha (2Pac: A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

Verse Three: 2PacWell guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

Iiiiiiiii,I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad (2Pac: hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha (2Pac: I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhhmm

113 - Un Jour De Paix : Ringtones

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Lyrics for Un Jour De Paix

Si la paix pouvait embrasser ce monde juste un jour,
Une trêve, une pause pour que l’on sache après quoi on court.
Sait-on encore c’que signifie l’amour ?
J’ai bien peur que non, Dieu nous le montre tous les jours…
La planète tourne à l’envers, ça m’fait peur,
Voyez vous les flammes de l’enfer frères et sœurs.
Ne lui vendez pas vos âmes.

J’aimerai dire qu’les clés du bonheur s’trouvent pas dans les billets d’banque.
Voir tous ces gens libérés d’la peur qui les hante
Qui aiment la vie mais celle-ci leur a fait un baiser mortel
Quelques rimes que tu peux comparer aux larmes du soleil
Un jour de paix, tant qu’y’aura des hommes et des femmes qui s’aiment
Mon cœur c’est pas une télécommande
Nous on veut tous une femme présente, même dans la tourmente
Chacun regagne son domicile, comme les tranchées
Ta couleur de peau peut faire de toi un étranger
Tu trouves ça normal ? Moi j’me sens chez moi n’importe où.
Citoyen du monde avec peu d’moyens mais libre au moins,
Au fond d’moi j’ai du mal à comprendre,
Quand j’vois ces mômes mal vêtus, mal nourris, victimes de maltraitances,
Vitry, mon cadre de vie rongé par l’trafic d’l’amour au compte goutte
Comme les aides humanitaires pour l’Afrique
Au cœur d’l’incendie, suffit pas d’s’lever du bon pied,
Traverse les flammes courageux et brave comme un pompier.

Si la paix pouvait embrasser ce monde juste un jour,
Une trêve, une pause pour que l’on sache après quoi on court.
Sait-on encore c’que signifie l’amour ?
J’ai bien peur que non, Dieux nous le montrent tous les jours…
La planète tourne à l’envers, ça m’fait peur,
Voyez vous les flammes de l’enfer frères et sœurs.
Ne lui vendez pas vos âmes.

RIM-K:
Comment rester insensible ?
La violence déborde, changer l’attitude de l’être humain est-ce possible ?
Comment rester insensible ?
Une vie minable dans un quartier minable mais pour la paix tant qu’c’est possible.
Blacko:
En tant que rasta man, je mène mon combat
J'veux la paix, l’amour mais pour le diable j’ai des coups de ton-ba.
J’lâcherai pas l’affaire, non je ne baisserai pas les bras
J’y croirai dur comme fer même quand mon cœur s’arrêtera.
Un jour de paix pour nos fils,
Un jour de paix pour nos filles,
Un jour sans que tout parte en vrille,
Un jour sans pleurs, sans haine, sans peur, sans peines
Un jour où tombe Babylone system.

J’suis un être humain comme tout l’monde
J’m’arrête aux choses sensibles,
Tu sais que même avec le temps les plus rebelles s’assagissent
J’veux voir d’la joie au lieu d’la haine dans les yeux des gens
J’ai d’la peine quand j’regarde les infos, et vois c’qui s’passe sur notre continent
J’vis là où les jours s’confondent avec la nuit,
Là où aussi on laisse peu d’chances aux plus démunis,
Aux orphelins qui retrouvent l’amour dans un foyer secondaire,
Dès leur enfance, bercés par la colère d’un père
Toutes nos valeurs sont écoulées dans les unes.
Une violence urbaine au milieu des nôtres.
Rêve d’une terre sans discriminations, sans conflits,
Tend la main à ceux dans la solitude
Comme ce p’tit paralysé sur un lit, qu’on voit qu’le bonheur ce second souffle
Y’a des gens qui souffrent, et qui font pas semblant.
Pour tous les pays en guerre, j’agite le drapeau blanc.
Baissez les armes, séchez vos larmes pour un jour de paix c’est maintenant.

Si la paix pouvait embrasser ce monde juste un jour,
Une trêve, une pause pour que l’on sache après quoi on court.
Sait-on encore c’que signifie l’amour ?
J’ai bien peur que non, Dieux nous le montrent tous les jours…
La planète tourne à l’envers, ça m’fait peur,
Voyez vous les flammes de l’enfer frères et sœurs.
Ne lui vendez pas vos âmes.

Comment rester insensible ?
La violence déborde, changer l’attitude de l’être humain est-ce possible ?
Comment rester insensible ?
Une vie minable dans un quartier minable mais pour la paix tant qu’c’est possible.

Ohohoh yeah …
113, Blacko
9-4, 9-5
Gotcha music
Yeah …
Comment veux-tu qu’la terre tourne à l’endroit si nos cerveaux marchent à l’envers man ?
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113 - Partir Loin : Ringtones

The song, Partir Loin was one of the top song from 113's album "113 Degres".

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113 - Partir Loin

Lyrics of Partir Loin

Ouais gros! elle est où Joséphine !
Allez laissez moi de toi!
Ah bon c'est comme ça!
Mat hanich!
113 Taliani!
C'est bon!

Yal babour ya mon amour
Khalejni mel la misère
Fi bladi rani mahggoure
Aite aitou j'en ai marre
Matrabish vocation
Fi dari ça fait longtemps
Hada nessetni qui je suis
Nkhdem aali a jour et nuit
Yal babour ya mon amour
Khalejni mel la misère
Evesion spéciale l'Algérie l'occidentale

Moi je suis de kabylifornie
On fumait 350 benji
Sur les bords de la corniche
Habsini maalich
Rien à perdre Rim-K le malade mentale
Plus connu que le hadj memba
J'voudrais passer le hénné à ma bien-aimmée
Avant que je taille
Comme Cheb Hasni j'suis sentimentale
Partir loin, rien à perdre
C'est Boston ou la cheba
Laissez moi de toi
Comme Robinson sur une île
Mon mouton je l'apellerais Mercredi
Dès que l'avion atterie j'applaudis
Comme les chibanies j'vous rends la carte de résidence
Un moment d'évasion ya yma lève toi et danse

Ca fait plaisir

Yal babour ya mon amour
Khalejni mel la misère
Fi bladi rani mahggoure
Aite aitou j'en ai marre
Matratish l'occasion
Fi dari ça fait longtemps
Hada nessetni qui je suis
Nkhdem aali a jour et nuit
Yal babour ya mon amour
Khalejni mel la misère
Evasion spéciale l'Algérie l'occidentale

J'reste bledard, débrouillard
J't'annonce ammène moi loin de la misère
Mon plus fidèle compagnon en route pour l'eldorado
Tellement plein c'est quoi dirou l'sac à dos
Partir loin sans les cousins
Le plein toujours les carages c'est dur
J'me considère chanceux d'être en vie
Pourvu que ça dur
J'ai grandi qu'avec des voleurs
Du haut toujours les youyous qui résonnent
Dans ma tête, à la quête d'honneur

Yal bledi nti fik ek khir
Nedi elii hanousse zhar ya aachlei
Andou lktef wou tzidi loul baloul bahr

Yal babour ya mon amour
Khalejni mel la misère
Fi bladi rani mahggoure
Aite aitou j'en ai marre
Matratish l'occasion
Fi dari sa fait longtemps
Hada nessetni qui je suis
Nkhdem aali a jour et nuit
Yal babour ya mon amour
Khalejni mel la misère
Evasion spéciale l'Algérie l'occidentale

Yal babour ya mon amour
Khalejni mel la misère
Fi bledi rani mahggoure
Aite aitou j'en ai marre
Matratish l'occasion
Arwah arwah c'est le moment
Hada nessetni qui je suis
Nkhdem aali a jour et nuit

Yal babour ya mon amour
Khalejni mel la misère
Fi bledi rani mahggoure
Aite aitou j'en ai marre
N'sacrifie wine dire
Nta rouhi ntala wilili chah

Algérie, Maroc, Tunisie
Viens j't'emmène viens viens
Laissez moi de toi!
Vive la JSK
Maghreb united

Partir loin
Pour fuir les problèmes qu'on a dans la tête mec!
Farid Williams au clavier, Rachid le toulousain au precus,
Maghreb United!

(Merci à 113 pour cettes paroles)

10cc - Dreadlock Holiday : Ringtones

Dreadlock Holiday is one of the top song by 10cc. Back to the 70s era, the mock-reggae song was one of dominating song in most of UK top music charts.

Brief Information on 10cc
10cc was formed in 1970 with their original members ; Eric Stewart (vocal & guitar), Lol Creme (vocal & guitar), Kevin Godley (vocal & drums), and Graham Gouldman (vocal & guitar). The England-based band has been well-known with their popular songs like "Donna", "Rubber Bullets", "The Dean And I", "The Wall Street Shuffle", "Silly Love", "Life Is A Minestrone", "I'm Not In Love", "Art For Arts Sake", "I'm Mandy Fly Me", "The Things We Do For Love", "Good Morning Judge", and much more.

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10cc - Dreadlock Holiday

Dreadlock Holiday Lyrics

I was walkin' down the street
Concentratin' on truckin' right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked round in a state of fright
I saw four faces one mad
A brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit
And turned to each other

I say
I don't like cricket oh no
I love it
I don't like cricket no no
I love it
Don't you walk thru my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk thru my words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said I'll give you one dollar
I said You've got to be jokin' man
It was a present from me Mother
He said I like it I want it
I'll take it off your hands
And you'll be sorry you crossed me
You'd better understand that you're alone
A long way from home

And I say
I don't like reggae no no
I love it
I don't like reggae oh no
I love it
Don't you cramp me style
Don't you queer on me pitch
Don't you walk thru my words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin' pina coladas
I heard a dark voice beside me say
Would you like something harder
She said I've got it you want it
My harvest is the best
And if you try it you'll like it
And wallow in a Dreadlock Holiday

And I say
Don't like Jamaica oh no
I love her
Don't like Jamaica oh no
I love her oh yea
Don't you walk thru her words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk thru her words
'Cause you ain't heard her out yet

I don't like cricket
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
I don't like reggae
I love it (Dreadlock Holiday)
Don't like Jamaica
I love her (Dreadlock Holiday)

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100 Percent Ft. Jennifer John - Just Can't Wait : Ringtones

Are you one of million fans of 100 Percent? One of the top song from them "Just Can't Wait" featuring Jennifer John can be downloaded to your cell phone as a ringtone (polyphonic).

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100 Percent Ft. Jennifer John - Just Can't Wait

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