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Crisis Center

the realness Crisis Center Pro., y'all know just how we did this Elevated flow, extraordinary fitness On to some next shit, y'all could tell the difference 1-900-CRISIS

mort, je me sers de mon crane Pour reciter "Etre ou ne pas etre" ! Lorsque l'envie m'en prend, mes cris fracassants Resonnent a plus de cent-vingt kilometres

mots. La reapparition des vieux demons d'un passe pesant conforte l'idee que j'ai sur ce racisme latent, d'antan, datant du temps des premieres crises

[50 Cent] Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit yeah.. [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] There ain

[50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking] [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own

all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis (50 Cent talking) Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon (Chorus - 50 Cent

sniffles] Hey, you want this shit? Stat quit talk... {NONE STOP! } Cali blow! [Chorus:] I don't need Don Perignon, I don't need Cris! Tanqueray and Alize

s'etire juste avant de se retirer Quand le commande la maree Ces voiles blanches et cette mouette s'accrochant Sur le bas du ciel Ces cris d'enfants

Got enough dough to buy the town So I might give a six to my chick Benz to my mom Crib so big it look like the center gone Give her a couch just