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06.02.08 15:06 <Ylläpito> Alaikäisyytesi vuoksi kuva-albumeissasi ei saa olla kuvia joissa esiintyy alkoholi- tai tupakkatuotteita.



HAHAHAA! Mut sanokaa missä kuvassa muka näkyy tupakkia, (muutaku tyhjä aski) ja missä muka alkoholia, (muutaku tyhjiä pulloja. Ja Sit muutamassa näkyy vaan savua. =DDDDD

kertosäe:
Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
Boots with the fur (With the fur)
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy)
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
This crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

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kertosäe2:
Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps (With the straps)
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (Ayy)
She hit the flo (She hit the flo)
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)
What you think I'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

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kertosäe2

Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
And I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
Got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

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C'mon

Kaikki mikä oli sun, on nyt munnn..
Selän takana pahoja sanoja,
vedessä virtaa verivanoja.
Me ei katota sua suopeina,
löydän kaikki ympäriltä kuolleina.
Yöllinen päivä ei ole mun huolena,
päät pystyssä huomiseen kohti tulevaa.
ajatus karkaa, koske, koske, koske paikkaan liian arkaan.
Illuusio taivasta pitää hengissä aivan turhaan
Taivas kuoli samalla kun Rauha syyllistyi murhaan.
tähdätään, liipaistaan, lakaistaan.. sängyn alle lakaistaan

Mun, mun, mun, mun, mun, mun..
Nää on mun, nää on mun, nää on mun ja tään on mun.

Toi mikä jää on sun, näin näin näin näin
yks kaks niks naks, niskas mun. mun

Kuka? Mitä vittua siitä?
Kuka? Mitä vittua siitä?
Ne sanoo hulluks, kerro jotain uutta,
sä pelkäät sen kanssa, mä elän sen kanssa.
Mä haluun kaiken, se ei haluu miittii
taskuun kaikki, ne ei tajuu miittii.
Ainoot kaverit basso ja biitti,
ainoot kaverit massit ja biitti.
Vitun kultapoika, pakenetsä multa, poika?
Mä nään sun läpi, sun pitäis kuolla, poika.
Stadissa baarissa kelailemassa, ketä tänä yönä vasaralla päähän lyödään
sitä ei oo, mitää ei oo, sano tunteille terveiset.

Mun, mun, mun, mun, mun rahat on mut rahat, sun rahat on mun rahat
totuttele siihen, nää on mun, nää on mun, nää on mun ja tää on mun

Toi mikä jää on sun, mut ota se äkkiä tai vien senkin, se on tapa ajatella
tapoja on jokasella, mun palapiirakkakuviot syö sun viipaleet.
Piilota se tai hyvästele
vitun hyvin menee.
Mitä väliä, mitä sanot musta
mä en tuu koskaan kuuleen sitä sun suusta.
Susta tulee mieleen sellanen lintu, levittäjä huutaa
pelotella ja muutaaa, kilpikonna, hullut hoitaa hommat,
sä et oo yks meistä, sä oot yks niistä.

Ei mee kauaa niinku puukottais vauvaa.
Väännetään musiikkia kaduille mut kukaan ei tiiä mikä vitun katu.
Levottomat jalat pelottomat jalat,
sekoja kekoja liian nopeita keloja.
Ei pelimerkkejä, voi vaan voittaa,
ei voi hävitä jos meinaa koittaa.
mitäää?

2000, mun, 2000, mun...
mun rahat on mut rahat, sun rahat on mun rahat,
totuttele siihen, nää on mun, nää on mun, nää on mun ja tää on mun.

Se pää on sun (sun), kato sua nyt,
huomaat sen nytten, suonet sykkii.
tulta, huuda niit kyttii, kulta.
Se nisti, lähet, risti kädet.
Miksi mä en välitä? En käsitä, ehkä välillä
mut äkkiä, neki häviää.
Varasta unta valkoista lunta sun valkoista kulta.
Näin, miten se menee? Näin.
Miten se menee? Niin.
Kuuntele, poika totuutta muuntele, poika.
Betonia suutele, poika ne kuuntelee, poika.

Punaista lunta, kuivaa turta, muuttaa mieles
suuta kuivaa, sua hillitessä, tuulta niellessä
rauhotu Henri, rauhotu Henri

mun, mun, mun, mun, mun, mun, mun, mun

World of Warcraftilla jo yli 10 miljoonaa pelaajaa

Blizzard on ilmoittanut World of Warcraftin suosion kasvavan edelleen. Verkkoroolipelillä on nyt jo yli 10 miljoonaa maksavaa pelaajaa. Näistä noin 5,5 miljoonaa tulevat Aasiasta, 2,5 miljoonaa Pohjois-Amerikasta ja 2 miljoonaa Euroopasta. Kaikkiaan wowittajia on nyt 0,15 prosenttia Maapallon väestöstä.

- On hyvin tyydyttävää havaita, että pelaajat ympäri maailmaa ovat edelleen näin innostuneita World of Warcraftista, Blizzardin johtaja Mike Morhaime toteaa.

World of Warcraft julkaistiin reilut kolme vuotta sitten. Sen ensimmäinen suuri laajennusosa The Burning Crusade julkaistiin vuoden 2007 alussa. Seuraavan lisäosan Wrath of the Lich Kingin on tarkoitus ilmestyä tänä vuonna.

Vaikka muutinki nickin, dii käytän edelleen vielä joskus sitä \GanGsta\ nickkiä. Joten pyydän että ette ota käyttöön sitä. =D Kiitos =D

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And neva know what happend
When we come through them cowards don't want none
They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come with me but don't run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life I'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

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We got action when you don't
Show are places when you won't
G-Unit, G-G-G-G, G-Unit

Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot I'm heavy with them laama's
Non-sop make it hot we the top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!

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Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And I'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
I gotta go cause I'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
G-U-NIT

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Ei oo salaisuus et kannan aina messissä rassii
menen itään tai stadiin, turvallisuuden takii
Enää vähemmistö noudattaa lakii, ku olosuhteet
vaimentaa omantunnon ja nostaa esiin pimeet tunteet
Pelolla meitä pidetään kurissa
kameroita metroasemilla ja junissa
Luottamus haudattu syvälle voiton tavottelun alle
pelko riittää perusteeks aseenkantoluvalle
Sikariporras sumplii meitä vastaan kabineteissaan
hyvinvointivaltio, perusteet kateissa
Mielenterveys puristettuna napeissa, kuka hyötyy
et kelakorvaus kemikaalit meidän tajuntaan syöpyy
Kelakorvaus, tarkottaa et douppi on laillista
haittavero lupaa meille sen olevan turvallista
Älä polta kannabista, se on vitun vaarallista
siit valtio, ei oo vielä tehny verolistaa

Kenen maa tää on, kenen on tää kaupunki (3x)
Kenen maa tää on, kuule kun tulilanka palaa

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Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska, mä en tarvi kahta sataa liskokuningasta
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska, revitään hyöty irti veronmaksajasta
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska, täl taval kasvatan mun kolmee vitun lasta
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska, ehkä tuhkas nousee alkuun jostain paremmasta

Sä luulet mun jauhavan paskaa
käynnis on sota alempaa yhteiskuntaluokkaa vastaan
Sossu massit pakastaa, pistää tuet jäihin
istuttaa lisää itseinhoo pieniin tulostepäihin
Joidenki liika taitaa olla liian vähän
siks mä räbään, kunnes joku tulee selittämään
Miks jonku kädet, hitto, kuvia räpsii
tekee hyödyttömät, puolustuskyvyttömäksi
Paskalakin vallan huomaa meidän ympärillä
toimii puskurina yhteiskuntaluokkien välillä
Leikkaa sosiaaliturvaa, lisää rahaa kytille
maija pihan turvaa, teippi suun eteen mykille
Joo kutsumaton kotikäynti, puhelimet kuuntelussa
väärä numba kirjotettuna, äänestyslapussa
Huumeruiskuja rapussa, väärää tavaraa mä dussaan
sun nimes lukee isol varpaas roikkuvas lapussa

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Sä voit osoittaa mua sormella
mut istut sun norsunluutornis liian korkeella
Kokoomus oikeella, heitteillejättö, torni pois
tuhannet ilman kotia, sivarit Supon valikos
Nykypäivän sotia, soditaan uutisoinnin kautta
sun aivoi sorkitaan, annetaan näennäist vapautta
Lisätään uutisia väkivalta rikoksista
väkivalta vähenee, eiks se mitään todista
Pelko, poliisi, vartijat, kamerat
lääkkeet, TV, alkoholi, silmät sameat
Ohjailtavissa johtajien mielen mukaan
lopeta duuni, nää et mitä tulee tapahtumaan
Yleislakot lopetetaan, pakkokeino laeilla
poliiseilla, taseilla, konetuliaseilla, joo
Tsekkaa mun lainit jos et ole täysin tyhmä
tajuut ettei Suomen laki suojele sua vittu yhtään

Pala vitun paska
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska (6x)

Ehkä tuhkas nousee alkuun jostain paremmasta
Pala Arkadianmäki pala vitun paska (9x)

Uh, hit them with a little ghetto gospel

kertosäe:
Those who wish to follow me.
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I'd sit and reminisce,
thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger,
my heart goes to 'em.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone's ashamed to the youth,
'cause the truth looks strange.
And for me it's reversed,
we left them a world that's cursed,
and it hurts.
Cause any day they'll push the button.
And all commend,
like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin'.
Don't make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There's no need for you to fear me.
If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me.
It ain't about black or white,
'cause we're human.
I hope we see the light before it's ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

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Tell me do you see that old lady,
ain't it sad?
Living out of bags,
plus she's glad for the little things she has.
And over there there's a lady,
crack got her crazy.
Guess she's giving birth to a baby.
I don't trip and let 'em fade me,
We're droppin' to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged.
Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control,
drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes,
but learned from every one.
And when it's said and done.
I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don't stress.
Never forget that God hasn't finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain.
When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing.
But am I less holy?
'Cause I choose to puff a blunt
and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace,
we gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me.
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Lord can you hear me speak
Pay the price for being hellbound

I wanted to bring back that reality, nobody can ever be confused and think I'm fuckin Mike Tyson
and I'm the heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga, thats why its so raw to just watch me
battle lions, cause I'm a little skinny nigga battlin' niggas three times my size

Watch this uppercut, here it comes... watch the jab nigga... ugh... here it come, look out, watch
my arms...

Now see so many motherfuckers wanna take a peice
Commin' equipped with some shit that niggas just cant believe
I pull a trick from my sleeve now kamikazee
I'm all over that nigga, come identify the body
My middle finger to you hoe niggas
Run up on me, and I'll be forced to let it go nigga
I aint the one you wanna try, why, stayin' high
I hit this blunt and watch these motherfuckers die
Whose runnin these streets I said that cocaine
Cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne
Another hustler makin' major cash
'til the punk police come an raid ya ass
Now you stressed doin' fed time, and its a bitch
Cause the judge gave you 8 years, you doin 6
And we know that you can't hang, you a trick
Rolled over turned snitch like a biatchhhh

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Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin from the uppercut, fucked, so what's up? nigga!
Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga
Gotchu fallin' from this uppercut, stuck, so what's up? nigga!

They got a nigga in the dice game, I'm feelin' lucky
But the nigga just a little bigger, he tryin fuck me
Out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know
I gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go
Don't need to roll for the truck, I get em' up
Left to right, my uppercut'll hit em' up (ha)
I'm known to walk the streets on any block
I love my niggas, but I aint puttin down my glock
The gun shots rang when I lose nigga, and ooh nigga
Imma show you not to ever play a true nigga (haha)
Lay it down just to prove it
And fuck the rappin motherfucker we can do this

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They claim that we violent, we named after tyrants
This revolution won't be televised, we keep it silent (shh)
Roll on our enemies, beat em' at they own game
Molotov cocktails, release an up in flames
Tired of bein' stepped on, sick of bein' held back
Lookin' through my rear view, thinkin' bout the pay back
Wanna see my kids grow don't know if imma make it though
One more nigga came up short in the ghetto
Society lied to me so I'm strapped with the metal
Push ya middle finger up nigga if you a rebel
Have ya face down goin' in ya pockets if ya let em'
I done lost too many homies for me to ever forget em'
I done made so many mistakes but still I don't regret em'
I'm a product of the pimp, the pusher, and the reverend
I'm a product of the block, the fiends, and the felons
We all lost souls tryina find our way to heaven


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To all the conrads no longer with us, see you when we get there
'Pac, Yak, we gon' keep on ridin', give these cowards the uppercut
'Til we get up there with ya'll, YOU KNOW!
Thug Life we still livin it
Outlaw for life, in the name of the Don, let's go!

Ha ha ha, yeah

Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessey)
Just Pour a nigga a glass
Hennessey, that dark shit (That's right)

Hey pour me some of that too baby

kertosäe:
They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?)
Hennessey

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They wanna know who's my role model
It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto)
Hennessey

Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)

That's what your sippin on
Now what's you name nigga?

Big ballin ass nigga named Pac

Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death
I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath
These motherfuckaz wanna see me die
So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them nigga fry
Ey remember me' Damn that Hennessey
The nigga you don't wanna see, let me precede
My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me?
Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch
I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it
I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket
I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days
Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid
So nigga blaze, 'cause we some motherfuckin fools
Walkin through the streets wearing jewels
Breakin niggaz, fakin moves
Even the cops can't stop us
My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey

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Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)

That's what I'm sippin on
Now let me tell 'em who I be

Big ballin ass nigga named Trice

Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west
Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess
Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin
My momma couldn't tell my shit, the streets was callin
I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law
I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw
P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects
Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set
And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that
Don't come around hurr on that floss shit
Detroit niggaz off shit
(Robbin niggaz in the do' ways) That's right
(With my four four, that's the sure way)
And this your old days, all eyez on me
We was loony I suppose you could (die homie)
O Trice always repped his block
Pac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga

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Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey)

Yeah
Ey Pac' Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy
We put it down out here I mean, you know? Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you
always
2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever
Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up?
Yea, Obie Trice
Pour out a lil' liquor nigga