50 Cent Heat - Mobile Ring Tone
plasticoxobeq
15 sec - Feb 29, 2008

Get it from http://hiringtone.com/50_Cent_Heat Full Song Lyrics: (Skit) "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" {*a car revs up*} {*gunshots*} [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood 'cause ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me 'cause I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me (Chorus) [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles of motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker 'cause my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga 'cause my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga 'cause my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

50 cent Heat - (Ring Tone)
eteaytheir
12 sec - Feb 29, 2008

Download http://hiringtone.com/50_cent_Heat Full Song Lyrics: (Skit) "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I don't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "That's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "I'ma get in the other car" "Aight" {*a car revs up*} {*gunshots*} [Chorus: 50 Cent] If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood 'cause ya momma still around dog, and that ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me 'cause I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me (Chorus) [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter fin'nin to get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles of motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me) All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Fin'nin to run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker 'cause my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga 'cause my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga 'cause my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

G­a­m­e N­ew Yor­k - R­in­g­er­
a­yet­q­in­­t­rod­uce
15 sec­ - Feb 29, 2008

Get i­t f­ro­m http://hi­ri­n­gto­n­e.c­o­m/Game_N­ew_Yo­rk

F­ull So­n­g Lyri­c­s:

N­athan­, yo­u must c­o­n­c­en­trate o­n­ the game. the to­wn­ i­s up to­ here wi­th hi­gh play
ers. the greek's i­n­
To­wn­. f­reddi­e bo­ttle bates, sc­ran­to­n­ sli­m.
N­athan­: I­ kn­o­w, I­ kn­o­w, I­ c­o­uld make a f­o­rtun­e, but to­ make a f­o­rtun­e, I­ n­eed a
f­o­rtun­e. a tho­usan­d
Buc­ks, where do­ I­ get i­t?

The bi­ltmo­re garage wan­ts a gran­d, but we ai­n­'t go­t a gran­d o­n­ han­d.
An­d they n­o­w go­t a lo­c­k o­n­ the do­o­r to­ the gym at publi­c­ sc­ho­o­l 84.
There's a sto­c­k ro­o­m behi­n­d mc­klo­sky's bar, but mrs. mc­klo­sky ai­n­'t a go­o­d sc­o­u
t.
An­d thi­n­gs bei­n­g ho­w they are, the bac­k o­f­ the po­li­c­e stati­o­n­ i­s o­ut!
So­ the bi­ltmo­re garage i­s the spo­t, but the o­n­e tho­usan­d buc­ks we ai­n­'t go­t.

Why, i­t's go­o­d o­ld reli­able n­athan­, n­athan­, n­athan­, n­athan­ detro­i­t,
I­f­ yo­u're lo­o­ki­n­g f­o­r ac­ti­o­n­, he'll turn­ i­t to­ spo­t,
Ev­en­ when­ the heat i­s o­n­, i­t's n­ev­er to­o­ ho­t.
But f­o­r the go­o­d o­ld reli­able n­athan­, o­h i­t's o­n­ly j­ust a sho­rt walk,
To­ the o­ldest establi­shed perman­en­t f­lo­ati­n­g c­rap game i­n­ n­ew yawk.
There are well-heeled sho­o­ters ev­erywhere, ev­erywhere,
There are well-heeled sho­o­ters ev­erywhere,
An­d awf­ul lo­t o­f­ lettuc­e f­o­r the f­ella who­ c­an­ get us to­ play.
I­f­ we o­n­ly had a lo­usy li­ttle c­rap, we c­o­uld be a mi­lli­o­n­ai­re.
O­h the go­o­d o­ld reli­able n­athan­, n­athan­, n­athan­, n­athan­ detro­i­t,
I­f­ the si­z­e o­f­ yo­ur bun­dle yo­u wan­t to­ i­n­c­rease,
I­'ll arran­ge that yo­u go­ bro­ke i­n­ q­ui­et an­d peac­e,
I­n­ a hi­deo­ut pro­v­i­ded by n­athan­, where there are n­o­ n­ei­ghbo­rs to­ sq­uawk,
I­t's the o­ldest establi­shed perman­en­t f­lo­ati­n­g c­rap game i­n­ n­ew yawk.
Where's the ac­ti­o­n­? where's the game?
Go­tta hav­e the game o­r we'll di­e f­ro­m shame.
I­t's the o­ldest establi­shed perman­en­t f­lo­ati­n­g c­rap game i­n­ n­ew yo­rk.

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Game new York - Ringer
ugilvcos
15 sec - Feb 29, 2008

Download http://hiringtone.com/Game_new_York Full Song Lyrics: Nathan, you must concentrate on the game. the town is up to here with high play ers. the greek's in Town. freddie bottle bates, scranton slim. Nathan: I know, I know, I could make a fortune, but to make a fortune, I need a fortune. a thousand Bucks, where do I get it? The biltmore garage wants a grand, but we ain't got a grand on hand. And they now got a lock on the door to the gym at public school 84. There's a stock room behind mcklosky's bar, but mrs. mcklosky ain't a good scou t. And things being how they are, the back of the police station is out! So the biltmore garage is the spot, but the one thousand bucks we ain't got. Why, it's good old reliable nathan, nathan, nathan, nathan detroit, If you're looking for action, he'll turn it to spot, Even when the heat is on, it's never too hot. But for the good old reliable nathan, oh it's only just a short walk, To the oldest established permanent floating crap game in new yawk. There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere, There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, And awful lot of lettuce for the fella who can get us to play. If we only had a lousy little crap, we could be a millionaire. Oh the good old reliable nathan, nathan, nathan, nathan detroit, If the size of your bundle you want to increase, I'll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace, In a hideout provided by nathan, where there are no neighbors to squawk, It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in new yawk. Where's the action? where's the game? Gotta have the game or we'll die from shame. It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in new york.

game New york - (Ringtone)
below57
14 sec - Feb 29, 2008

Download http://hiringtone.com/Game_New_york Full Song Lyrics: Nathan, you must concentrate on the game. the town is up to here with high play ers. the greek's in Town. freddie bottle bates, scranton slim. Nathan: I know, I know, I could make a fortune, but to make a fortune, I need a fortune. a thousand Bucks, where do I get it? The biltmore garage wants a grand, but we ain't got a grand on hand. And they now got a lock on the door to the gym at public school 84. There's a stock room behind mcklosky's bar, but mrs. mcklosky ain't a good scou t. And things being how they are, the back of the police station is out! So the biltmore garage is the spot, but the one thousand bucks we ain't got. Why, it's good old reliable nathan, nathan, nathan, nathan detroit, If you're looking for action, he'll turn it to spot, Even when the heat is on, it's never too hot. But for the good old reliable nathan, oh it's only just a short walk, To the oldest established permanent floating crap game in new yawk. There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, everywhere, There are well-heeled shooters everywhere, And awful lot of lettuce for the fella who can get us to play. If we only had a lousy little crap, we could be a millionaire. Oh the good old reliable nathan, nathan, nathan, nathan detroit, If the size of your bundle you want to increase, I'll arrange that you go broke in quiet and peace, In a hideout provided by nathan, where there are no neighbors to squawk, It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in new yawk. Where's the action? where's the game? Gotta have the game or we'll die from shame. It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in new york.

What is the most important factor for success?
joelcomm
2 min - Feb 29, 2008

Joel Comm answers the question... "When planning for a business online, what do you think is the most important factor that will determine whether or not you will be successful? "

Cash M­­one­y M­­illionaire­s Proje­ct Chick­ - Ce­llphone­ Ringe­r
ayetq­in­­trod­u­ce
14 sec - F­eb­ 29, 2008

G­et­ it­ from­ ht­t­p://hirin­g­t­on­e.com­/Ca­sh_M­on­ey_M­il­l­ion­a­ires_Project­_Chick

Ful­l­ Son­g­ L­yrics:

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Kanye West Through the Wire - Ringtone
plasticoxobeq
15 sec - Feb 29, 2008

Get it from http://hiringtone.com/Kanye_West_Through_the_Wire Full Song Lyrics: Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they? Can they huh? I spit it through the wire man To much stuff on my heart right now man I'll probably risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kayne to the.... Chi-Town what's going on man [Verse 1] I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for dizzert Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man beserk Not to worry the Mr. H to the Izz-O's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Telling her your sons' on life support And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like EMMITT TILL She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine She a delta so she been throwing that dynasty sign No use of me tryna be lyin I been trying to be signed Trying to be a millionaire How I use two lifelines In the same hospital where BigGIE SMALLS died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here, is history in the making man I really apologize how I sound right now man This ain't fair at all man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstru.... I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth I couldn't believe it But im still here for yall right now man This is what I gotta say yo Yeah, turn me up yeah [Verse 2] What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around but he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word Except he really putting it down And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time In the blink of an eye his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God drive a two on the sue I got lawyer for the case to keep whats in my safe-safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I, I look Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky IT WAS TELEVISED THERE'S BEEN AN accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta angel Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire Know what im saying When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin I said dawg don't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now Its bad enough I got all this jewelry on Can't be serious man Yo Ferris, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? I spit it through the wire, man If this ain't dedication I don't know what is, man Listen, first of all I want to thank you for your support Chi-Town, what's goin' on? Uh, yeah, feels like, uh, every sunshine is brighter Sunsets feel righter Please light ya lighter for the producer and the writer Feel like I wrote this I'm just here to quote this I don't know if you notice but I'm actually pitchin' bogus Doctor, doctor, would you please say somethin'? I know I almost was the final destination I musta had a blessin' from Pastor Mason 'cause that trip to L.A. coulda been my last vacation And, man, I know I can drop a down payment on that Porsche Cayenne But, what, I went along with the plan Paid for my own video, directed by my man Man, I know God was holdin' my hand Wouldn't let me go before I go on Def Poetry Jam Wouldn't let me throw in the towel 'fore I got to throw in some vowels 'Bout what we goin' through now Girls got a crush on me like I did beats for Mr. Cheeks And since the accident they tellin' me it's the cheeks And if you look at history That last rapper that almost died sold 6.5 'Cept I'm comin' from the Chi Through the wire to the wall All my rhymes is raw All these beats beats beats beats beats All of them could of been lost I always got to floss I almost paid the cost So before I go to sleep sleep sleep Always thank the Lord For this mic and my keyboard Heck naw, that boy is raw You hear that? That's all that jewelry I got on man Sometimes I take it off at the airport but I still get stopped They be like "There go Kayne, there go Kayne! Can I see some I.D. please? So thank you very much" First of all, my momma named me Kanye so y'all gon' call me Kanye I'm like the girl on the 'Sixth Sense' "I'm feelin' much better now" I feel a whole hell of a lot better man

Kanye West Through the wire - Mobile Ring Tone
epuyipshould
13 sec - Feb 29, 2008

Get it from http://hiringtone.com/Kanye_West_Through_the_wire Full Song Lyrics: Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they? Can they huh? I spit it through the wire man To much stuff on my heart right now man I'll probably risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kayne to the.... Chi-Town what's going on man [Verse 1] I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for dizzert Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man beserk Not to worry the Mr. H to the Izz-O's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Telling her your sons' on life support And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like EMMITT TILL She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine She a delta so she been throwing that dynasty sign No use of me tryna be lyin I been trying to be signed Trying to be a millionaire How I use two lifelines In the same hospital where BigGIE SMALLS died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here, is history in the making man I really apologize how I sound right now man This ain't fair at all man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstru.... I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth I couldn't believe it But im still here for yall right now man This is what I gotta say yo Yeah, turn me up yeah [Verse 2] What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around but he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word Except he really putting it down And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time In the blink of an eye his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God drive a two on the sue I got lawyer for the case to keep whats in my safe-safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I, I look Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky IT WAS TELEVISED THERE'S BEEN AN accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta angel Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire Know what im saying When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin I said dawg don't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now Its bad enough I got all this jewelry on Can't be serious man Yo Ferris, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? I spit it through the wire, man If this ain't dedication I don't know what is, man Listen, first of all I want to thank you for your support Chi-Town, what's goin' on? Uh, yeah, feels like, uh, every sunshine is brighter Sunsets feel righter Please light ya lighter for the producer and the writer Feel like I wrote this I'm just here to quote this I don't know if you notice but I'm actually pitchin' bogus Doctor, doctor, would you please say somethin'? I know I almost was the final destination I musta had a blessin' from Pastor Mason 'cause that trip to L.A. coulda been my last vacation And, man, I know I can drop a down payment on that Porsche Cayenne But, what, I went along with the plan Paid for my own video, directed by my man Man, I know God was holdin' my hand Wouldn't let me go before I go on Def Poetry Jam Wouldn't let me throw in the towel 'fore I got to throw in some vowels 'Bout what we goin' through now Girls got a crush on me like I did beats for Mr. Cheeks And since the accident they tellin' me it's the cheeks And if you look at history That last rapper that almost died sold 6.5 'Cept I'm comin' from the Chi Through the wire to the wall All my rhymes is raw All these beats beats beats beats beats All of them could of been lost I always got to floss I almost paid the cost So before I go to sleep sleep sleep Always thank the Lord For this mic and my keyboard Heck naw, that boy is raw You hear that? That's all that jewelry I got on man Sometimes I take it off at the airport but I still get stopped They be like "There go Kayne, there go Kayne! Can I see some I.D. please? So thank you very much" First of all, my momma named me Kanye so y'all gon' call me Kanye I'm like the girl on the 'Sixth Sense' "I'm feelin' much better now" I feel a whole hell of a lot better man

Kanye West through the wire - (Ring Tone)
plasticoxobeq
13 sec - Feb 29, 2008

Download http://hiringtone.com/Kanye_West_through_the_wire Full Song Lyrics: Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they? Can they huh? I spit it through the wire man To much stuff on my heart right now man I'll probably risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kayne to the.... Chi-Town what's going on man [Verse 1] I drink a Boost for breakfast, and Ensure for dizzert Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man beserk Not to worry the Mr. H to the Izz-O's back to wizzerk How do you console my mom or give her light support Telling her your sons' on life support And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like EMMITT TILL She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine She a delta so she been throwing that dynasty sign No use of me tryna be lyin I been trying to be signed Trying to be a millionaire How I use two lifelines In the same hospital where BigGIE SMALLS died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here, is history in the making man I really apologize how I sound right now man This ain't fair at all man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstru.... I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth I couldn't believe it But im still here for yall right now man This is what I gotta say yo Yeah, turn me up yeah [Verse 2] What if somebody from the Chi that was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around but he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word Except he really putting it down And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time In the blink of an eye his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe belt I swear to God drive a two on the sue I got lawyer for the case to keep whats in my safe-safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I, I look Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky IT WAS TELEVISED THERE'S BEEN AN accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta angel Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire Know what im saying When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin I said dawg don't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now Its bad enough I got all this jewelry on Can't be serious man Yo Ferris, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? I spit it through the wire, man If this ain't dedication I don't know what is, man Listen, first of all I want to thank you for your support Chi-Town, what's goin' on? Uh, yeah, feels like, uh, every sunshine is brighter Sunsets feel righter Please light ya lighter for the producer and the writer Feel like I wrote this I'm just here to quote this I don't know if you notice but I'm actually pitchin' bogus Doctor, doctor, would you please say somethin'? I know I almost was the final destination I musta had a blessin' from Pastor Mason 'cause that trip to L.A. coulda been my last vacation And, man, I know I can drop a down payment on that Porsche Cayenne But, what, I went along with the plan Paid for my own video, directed by my man Man, I know God was holdin' my hand Wouldn't let me go before I go on Def Poetry Jam Wouldn't let me throw in the towel 'fore I got to throw in some vowels 'Bout what we goin' through now Girls got a crush on me like I did beats for Mr. Cheeks And since the accident they tellin' me it's the cheeks And if you look at history That last rapper that almost died sold 6.5 'Cept I'm comin' from the Chi Through the wire to the wall All my rhymes is raw All these beats beats beats beats beats All of them could of been lost I always got to floss I almost paid the cost So before I go to sleep sleep sleep Always thank the Lord For this mic and my keyboard Heck naw, that boy is raw You hear that? That's all that jewelry I got on man Sometimes I take it off at the airport but I still get stopped They be like "There go Kayne, there go Kayne! Can I see some I.D. please? So thank you very much" First of all, my momma named me Kanye so y'all gon' call me Kanye I'm like the girl on the 'Sixth Sense' "I'm feelin' much better now" I feel a whole hell of a lot better man