after coming off a 10 year retirement (couch sittin) Ras-El Decides To Quit Smoking And Start All over He will take you from the beginning of his voyage to improve his health to many weeks later. Will Ras El be able to quit his asthma inhalers? Will he maintain his proper diet and share dieting tips? Stay tuned.
Author: raselptah
Keywords: work out black people sports history exercise swimming tennis interracial
Added: December 11, 2008
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I HATE SMOKE!!!!!!! PLEAS, LOOK THIS VIDEO AND DON’T SMOKING IN YOUR LIFE!!!! IS DANGER!!!
Author: Dennyciao
Keywords: Stop smoking
Added: December 11, 2008
The Game - The underground is mine
http://yuvitube.com
Cant play the game
with only 50 Cents
Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines
That’s the wrong nigga, when you need help with your rhymes
All he gon’ tell you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad cuz I ain’t wanna make your beef mine
You got lucky with Ja, why you ain’t go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, that’s just the fact
Said he’d put you with your mom, and you ain’t ed with that
Then you lied about your pops, he ain’t never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that
I knew from the beginning I couldn’t trust those cats
I’d kill ‘em all, if I could bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It’s the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It’s the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It’s the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
I said
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It’s the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
And I’m far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the moving
Gave ‘em a hundred bars, they ain’t think I could do it
Came with two hundred, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any nigga, say my name mother I’m gunnin’
You can put it on skee if you want it
I’ll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them s sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon’ see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs
Don’t hit me on the sidekick asking what you did
Get a gun or ask 50’s police to use his
Cuz Bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for that Shadyville chain
That 380 spill brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., I’ma tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, ain’t nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes
So I’ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes
Cuz when you ing with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them CD’s and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you’d run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the instant replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for your just a lil bit
Niggaz only for your just a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killer
My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick
Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell Ecko to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings
Take my advice, never wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king
Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then you on Rikers
And Life Goes On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should’ve kept them for yourself
Nigga stop acting tough before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre
Make a move I’m blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the passenger
Fase yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I’m locin’ backing up
Reverse the ‘05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I pass ‘em up
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in ‘em
In and out of lanes like a New York cab
I’m Mr. Ol’ King, that New York cab
http://yuvitube.com
Author: jatinsaini0
Keywords: the game 300 bars and running compton los angeles lax gangsta song part from runnin Keep Their Heads Ringin Da Bridge 2001 For Record Runnin Just Lil’ Bit Method Man Dr. Dre QB Finest Shyne The Game 50 Cent Wu-Tang Clan Jay-Z RZA Scott Storch cent snitch wangsta lloyd banks young buck g-unot g-unit
Added: December 11, 2008
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