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Best Friend

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin' [Music From and Inspired By the Motion Picture]

2005

Yeah 
It's my tape, man
Listen to my tape
(I've waited, I've waited
Time went by
All I could do is cry
Silly, silly)
Woo

If I was your best

friends (Oh)
Bring some friends, cause I am
Need to be, heard by them
Pop back and, bring some friends
Get my name, out there now
Quick get over,

West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

H-Town M.O.B.

H-Town M.O.B.

Mex don't understand tha game
Baby beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang bang
I can't do it cause I'm all about my money man
Hoggin and doggin

past all this
I’m hoping that you and me
Can play this for you and your friends
Your your friends yeah your friends
You and your friends
Your your friend

the street in the middle of the night
Mist on my face and I'm cruising on a high
Got my homie by my side and we're feeling all alive
The night is surreal

(Ooh, ooh)
No, friends don't hurt friends (Ooh, ooh)
No, friends don't hurt their friends
(No oh, no oh)

To all my friends, my homies
My brother, my

you anywhere I'm a Rapper mos jy check
As jy bietjie proe my lanie there is no going back

My hart is syne in sy weet tog
lekker body met n groot kop

Olmedo en pedo caen de el precipicio
Scalped with a blade touching a fade como un cepillo
This for all my hijos biting styles I been creating 
Foaming from

That's a call you make for free
I stood by you through it all  
I did everything I could
Through the good times and the bad
Crossed my fingers, knocked

My Wrestlemania XIV VHS broke
And so did my heart
The entire thing is a mess man
It's falling apart
How am I gonna rewatch Triple H versus Owen Hart

Yeah
Yeah
All things are working for my good
They're working for my good, yeah
Sammy...
Hart...
Let me talk to ya
I...
I don't have to worry about

pay the rent
Tommy from Goodfellas, boy I made a mess
It's a rap for God, I might be Mason Beth
Think traffickin' drugs cause we trained your X
That

clicked on the Tellemtee song for the chilled vibes
For your party on the hillside
But I ain't getting no bread when I butter my jams
Just a little gassed

ain't adding how I'm adding tell 'em chill out
I just had to touch it so a nigga can get the feel out
She tryna be my friend
She tryna be my bae too
I

Rapper's Delight [Long Version]

The Sugarhill Gang

Sugar Hill Story: To the Beat Y'All

1994

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your

I've really gotta win this time
I don't dip for the line anymore, I bow
On your marks, get set, and bow
I'm in the inside lane just swervin
I'm in Munich

teeth

I'll let him throw his lil diss he be Hiding from me
Chef Boyardee with cans
My friends are hoodrats and they all gone be riding with me
Plug keep

of key
Ohh baby I get by
(By with a little help from my friends)
All I need is my buddies
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I said I want to get

Just cut my mom up
And stuck her leg in the freezer
And ask that stupid bitch what the fuck she got cold feet for
My blood relatives like to run

The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks

Up a tone 

You gotta have a real taste for maniacs

Thank you You're hired 

Oh!

I'm Beth

I'm

I love my friends
I love my friends
I love my friends
I love my leftovers
I love my friends
I love my friends
I love my friends
I love my leftovers
I

a fan of wolverine
New ID my name Logan
Made a spoofer called Beth
And asked for her login
And I'm so clean
I don't need a wipe down
I went on the dark

Fuck
The fuck nigga
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty dan bitch

Fuck these niggas fuck there mama's and fuck they brothers to
By my lonely but I swear that I ain

for the Bucks
I'm Khris Middleton

Fuck a whole lot of fame
I want a whole lot of gain
I feel like Kevin Hart
Niggas laugh at my pain
I lost everything