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Eminem will release Relapse: The Refill — and notRelapse 2 — on December 21st, the rapper announced on his official website today, November 19th. The Refill will include the entire Relapse, plus seven songs that didn’t make the album. The DJ Hero exclusive “Taking My Ball” and the Drake/Lil Wayne/Kanye/Eminem collaboration “Forever” will be included on Refill, Rap-Radar reports, with the other five songs being previously unreleased. So essentially, it’s Slim Shady’s The Fame Monster.
As Rolling Stone reported in March, Eminem promised not one but two doses of the Dr. Dre-prescribed Relapse would be released in 2009, but with the scheduling of the first installment’s Refill, it appears Relapse 2 is now slotted for release in 2010. “I want to deliver more material for the fans this year like I originally planned. Hopefully these tracks on The Refill will tide the fans over until we put out Relapse 2 next year,” Eminem said. “I got back in with Dre and then a few more producers, including Just Blaze, and went in a completely different direction which made me start from scratch. The new tracks started to sound very different than the tracks I originally intended to be on Relapse 2, but I still want the other stuff to be heard.”
Eminem has reportedly been hard at work in recent months working on Relapse 2, hitting the studio with producers like Just Blaze and Mr. Porter, so 2 won’t be an all-Dr. Dre affair. “I definitely feel like I’m in a different space right now. With the last record, I think a lot of it had to do with me getting sober, my eyes being open again. With Relapse, I wanted to prove myself that I could still do it. The zany, loony, ridiculous shit, so a lot of that album is rapid-fire punch lines,” Em previously said of Relapse 2. “Now I’m at a point where I’m blessed enough to be in a position where I don’t need to put out records, but I want to.”
If you’re still upset that you won’t have Relapse 2 in time for Christmas, you can hurl obscenities at your television when Eminem performs at the American Music Awards on Sunday, November 22nd.
The Five Heartbeats was a real, honest, remarkable 50 Cent lyrics . It was the emotional 50 Cent lyrics. I also enjoyed his lyrics, and the Five Heartbeats is my overall favorite 50 Cent lyrics.
Nights like this… I wish.
Rain drops would fall
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath.
[50Cent:]
I got a 16 shot Rugger, I got 16 cars
All over how I write 16 bars.
Ja, Joe and Jada they’re fuckin’ retards
I run Interscope, uh-uh Oh, my God
Your stuff I’ll make it hot
You want I’ll get ya shot
You’re just open your coffin
You’re dead men walking.
Now when I’m out in London they say I’m so smart,
I fired rounds from pounds I came up so hard.
[Chorus:]
I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya
Must be goin’ crazy.
Cause I’m still down,
To get down to let off rounds
I’m loadin up my 380
I can’t wait ’till I see death.
[Tony Yayo:]
I’m tryin’ to pray to the preacher man but he in new gators
My ASCAP check got a nigga new haters.
The condos in Vegas – cause NY freezin’,
My strap is the reason that you on the floor bleedin’.
I learned the Coke game Young and Watchin’ 50!
And learned the dope game fast ask Bo-Diddly.
Automatic Mossberg in the all white fur
Shotgun pellets out of snow white spur. [shot] {DAMN!}
[Chorus]
I been around the world and aiya-ya-ya!
Must be goin’ crazy.
Cause I’m still down,
To get down to let off rounds.
I’m loadin’ up my 380
I can’t wait ’till I see – death!
Oh babyyyy!
Nigga I’m gonna… I’m gonna find you.
[50 cent]
It’s the first of the month
Hahahaha
It’s the first of the motherfuckin’ month nigga
OOOHHH!
It’s a fuckin’ zoo out here, man
These fuckin’ chimpanzees, man
Fuckin’ monkeys talkin’ ’bout me, man
Pull through there man, it’s hot
These niggas out on the curb, I’m like look at these donkie
Bunch of fuckin’ jackasses
Man go do something, nigga
What the fuck, man?
Damn, nigga go to jail nigga
Give yourself an excuse for bein’ Fuckin’ broke nigga
Come on, man
Fuck is up man
This 50, man
South Side, man
You already know what I’m about boy
[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can’t stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I’m high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta’s
Yea faggot, if I want it I’m gon’ have it
Regardless if it’s handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don’t make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I’m cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I’m, 8 levels above you nigga
I’ll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I’m the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon’ leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit ’till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle’s is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho’s home from college wanna fuck us
I ain’t here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I’ll sick rottweiler’s on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I’ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain’t a star, nigga plad ain’t bulbary
You can’t tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I’m playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and I’ll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I’m blowin a 10 ’cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I’m in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I’m the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning’s a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed ’cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I’m the young pimp pardon my age
I don’t got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club they at
take ‘em wit us, and run a train on ‘em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey acura
these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa’
i go to college on a tour
I’m goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec’s polished in the drawer
Camera’s by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon’ have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike’s burgandy, White T, burgandy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
We ain’t rich, but we be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like I’m a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain’t gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it’s a damn shame y’all still local
I’m in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga
[50 Cent]
Still in the projects nigga, you ain’t goin nowhere
you gon’ fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I’m supposed to tell you somethin…..
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain’t gon’ lie to you muthafucka, he ain’t goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curb
fuckin dirtbag
Yeah and it don’t stop,
I do a 187 on yo’ motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don’t quit,
It’s G-Unit in yo’ motherfuckin’ ass bitch
Yeah and it don’t stop,
I do a 187 on yo’ motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don’t quit,
It’s G-Unit in yo’ motherfuckin’ ass bitch
TONY YAYO:
They say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin’ weight
None of that’s yo’ life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo’ pound
Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better
And with camera’s in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar
I’m on first class flights with flying cooks
’cause my verse sound nice when they flyin’ hooks
Now im blowin’ weed-o in Beverly Hills
Some bad free hoes in the Montreal
Next year it’s the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba
Heaven or Hell will prevail when I’m a goner
’cause I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma
I’m the first one out, and last one on the corner
This life is a hustle any day you be a goner
P89 Ruger with the silence off
Little clipper sellin’ spitballs goin’ through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells
These rappers is talkin’ ’bout bricks in they rhymes
You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
I don’t respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than Nike town
Swingin’ 31 Money’s I been on the block
Since nigga’s did the snake runnin’ man in the walk
When I was 15 I didn’t want no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, servin’ niggers
Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail
I got CO’s bringin’ cell phones to my cell
Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you
Fill you ass up with led turn yo’ ass to a pencil
I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire
I had you on the run like Omar on the wire
I’m the only rapper you know that stay on the run
I’m the only rapper you know that stay with a gun
I’m a hustla’ OG’s love to hate
’cause I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at
Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback
I’m a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
Fuck judge wong he gon’ catch me on the corner
Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me
You wanna rap we can battle for yo’ see through rollie
I begin in a mansion stripin’ the models
The bathroom’s so far you gotta piss in a bottle
There’s too many Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gun’s if you ain’t got enough peeps
The shit I spit will cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me
Im’a hide my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air
I’ve finished my work now its time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady at the baggie spot
I Need 12 12’s
And 58 58’s
’cause I got 8 sales
And they all gon’ wait motherfucka 50 CENT:
Yeah and it don’t stop,
I do a 187 on yo’ motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don’t quit,
It’s G-Unit in yo’ motherfuckin’ ass bitch
Yeah and it don’t stop,
I do a 187 on yo’ motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don’t quit,
It’s G-Unit in yo’ motherfuckin’ ass bitch
Here you can read all 50 Cent Lyrics. 50Centvstheworld the #1 source for 50 Cent Lyrics. Here goes the 50 Cent Lyrics of In Da Club
[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shorty
It’s your birthday
We gon’ party like it’s yo birthday
We gon’ sip Bacardi like it’s yo birthday
and you know we don’t give a fuck
It’s your birthday!
[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of Bub
Look Mami, I got that X, if you into takin’ drugs
I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed
[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it’s 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain’t nothing change ho’s down, G’s up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt, hey nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you’ll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood, in L.A. they saying “50 you hot”
They like me, I want them to love me like they love ‘Pac
But holla in New York them niggas’ll tell ya I’m loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I’m feelin’ focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I’m still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go
[Chorus (2x)]
[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up and I ain’t change.
[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you’d be happy I made it
I’m that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my joint get to bumpin in the club it’s on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucka burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain’t concerned
I’m a tell you what Banks told me cuz go ‘head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let ‘em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be
[Chorus (2x)]
[Talking]
[Laughing] Don’t try to act like you ain’t know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit
50 Cent new music video Flight 187Track off of The 50th Law of Power Mixtape coming soon. Flight 187 is the first single from “50th Law of Power,” and throws blatant shots at Jay-Z. 50 Cent Disses Jay-Z in Flight 187 . Watch the cool official video of Flight 187.
Here goes the lyrics of Flight 187 by 50 Cent
Chorus – 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga
Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger
Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin’ my head
Thinkin’ I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead
Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga
Wishin’ I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga
Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley
Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy
Now those were the days, where crime really pay
9 milly spray, got the fuck out the way
The shootout, the shootout
The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast
Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid
Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head
Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine
You need that, out on the grind all the time
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades
Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades
E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed
Hood rats to get layed, money to get made
Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich
Woke up broke, gun in my hand
Sayin’ “Damn!” this dope cost 60 a gram
Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
And say “Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig”
Picture me thirsty, ridin’ round foamin’ out the mouth
Sayin’ “I dont get on” Im’a lay a nigga out
Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious
I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace
Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny
Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny
Fuck with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas
Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas
Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby
Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me
My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child
Got my ass whooped in Spotford but never that now
When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk
Send yo punk ass to therapy to learn how to walk
I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip
Im take your shit
Thats how the esse’s play, for that s.s.k
Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts
Bulletproof shit, cruisin’ through the Compton blocks
Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west
In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest
And you niggas best be on your best behaviours
I was bread for this shit, front Im’a blaze ya
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
They say Im grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what Im about
“I was limited with time on my other projects, and this one, just because the system was in a state of confusion with things changing, the music business itself changed, it was definitely a time where I felt like I was ready and it wasn`t a possibility for me to release the record at that point,” saya 50 cent.
50 Cent has delayed the release of his music album `Before I Self Destruct`, as reported by ZEENews. ZeeNews further says that the rapper has pushed back the release of `Before I Self Destruct` as the thought it made “good sense” to wait until the `Real Slim Shady` star made his comeback before he brought out his own songs, Contactmusic reported.
