• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• MySpace - Kuniva
• MySpace - Yung Spade
• MySpace - Eleventyseven
• MySpace - Erik Weiss
• MySpace - Don Omar
• MySpace - Daville
• MySpace - Flame

Yo, I know that I was born to be a soldier
A prophet and a king,
Smooth as eye lee as I hear
When boxing in the ring
Of course, I'm barely stable
When I'm popping with the thing
It's never concealed, I keep it out
I'm rocking with the bling
I'm cold hearted, I calculate,
I profit with the scheme
Leave the barrel smoking robin son
My heat wave supreme
My philoso, ghetto vision, the mind of Picasso
Hostile, copping them big thangs like Casco
I don't speak out of term but mean what I say
Look down the barrel of a 44 and gleamed in my face
It was my fault for slipping and for thinking it was safe
I was in my teens, learned so many lessons in the day
Now I get to drop like the clumsy nigga with the vase
Hit the spot like grannies cooking, creeping with the k
Drunk driving with the flow, I guess I'll make my own lane
The ones you grind with are the ones that you don't blame
My feelings going numb, niggas burp me again
Barely associates, I don't really care to be friends
I don't feel niggas, fiend real ones turn into bitches
Better yet, I've seen bitch niggas fake like they real ones
Betrayal is the lesson if you lucky learn from it
Either you in... or you crash and burn from it
In the meanwhile get money and prosper
Liquor, hip hop, drugs and hundred round choppers
My son got health problems and it fucked with my brain
The shit I go through would drive the average parent insane
Some of my best friends snake me, but I still maintain
The shit they did and said about me, dog
They oughta be ashamed
I don't hide behind lies, you and your crollies can die
And I ain't with the thumb shit, you know the homies arrive
Now back to the bars, I'm a different type of breed
Lyrically I'm on a different level, kick it with the G's
I drink the backpackers and the dread heads with ease
Or hit the... on the homies cedar with the cheese
I'm cooler than the breeze, the flow is hotter than belize
I achieve as far as the human mind can conceive
My verse is parallel to a spike steering wheel
Can't really put a grasp on it, but you know it's real
A million dollar baby tryina get like uncle Phil
I am legend handcock over the... I will
My mouth is too foul, but I'm gutter, that's the east in me
Just a beast in me, spazz I leave the peace envy
More money, more problems, with increased envy
Simple, y'all pull it out, give you all at least 50
I get the goons or let them out the van case smoking
Pops said who in the hell left the gate open
Blow your face open, stay scoping, they hoping
That I slip but I'm hard to play like bake touring
Rappers claim to be the bomb and y'all can blow us a gun
Red bottoms on my feet after I slip in your blood
You think it's a game my nigga it's beyond that
This ain't known no hip hop shit, this is beyond rap
Nigga you don't... you a fraud, but I'm maraud
That you a man but acting like a bitch make you a broad
I applaud you for the times that you appear to be real
Things people do, they sell they soul to get them a deal
But I'ma throw a bread, niggas saw me packing for real
And I ain't never showed it off to state the facts that I'm real
Before that gun lights... you was home nurturing your fycuses
Heat is tear your flesh like syroyosis
Humble niggas quick now we talking on some righteousness
Fuck you and the battle in and the ciphering
Cause niggas with the motor mouth be running out of nitrogen
Show me where the crisis is, I'll turn all that liveliness
Into a non easy type of quietness
Right where that violence is
Duck when the blood spill
If I want the thugs will
Bullets fly and bring you high down

[Beat Drop]
Yep, Yep, On Myspace
Yeah Girl I Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Shawty I Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It
[Verse 1:]
Now Let Me Tell You Bout Tina, Body Like A Beamer
Top Like Janet Wit A Bottom Like Trina
Jaw Dropped The First Time I Seen Her
Wonder What It Feel Like Up I Between Her
She Nasty, Talkin Bout She Gon Past Me
To Her Friend Name Ashley
Now Shawty So Thick When I Seen Her Pic
And She Shake It She Had Me Gaspin
Now On To Kiesha, I'm Checkin Out Her Features
Tellin Her I Got A Few Thangs I Can Teach Her
Sendin Her Mail Like Girl I Wanna Meet You
Ya Wit Somebody, (U Uh) Well Me Neither
We Can Hook Up At The Mall I Might Treat Cha
Nickname Candy But Girl I Won't Eat Ya
Peep Ya I'm Here To Please Ya
Now Let Me Take You To The Crib Girl So I Can Beat Ya And Put You On...
[Chorus: Spade]
Let Me Put You On Myspace, Put You On Myspace
You Can Come To My Place
I'ma Watch You Gyrate
Take A Picture Of You... Then Put You On My Space
I'll Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It
Chorus- Girl
You Can Put Me On Myspace, Put Me On Myspace
You Can Come To My Place
You Can Watch Me Gyrate
Take A Picture Of Me... Then Put Me On Myspace
Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It, Do It
[Verse 2:]
Now On To Brittney, The One Wit The Tig-Ol-Bitties
She Temp Me, She Like Come Tip Me,
Sendin Me Messages Like Where You At Come Get Me
I'm Like Ooo Girl, Tell Me What You Really Tryna Do Girl
I'm Tryna Hook Up Witchu Girl, So Give Me Yo Math
And We Can Hook Up At The Pad,
Now On To Mercadees, Man That Girl Crazy
All Kinda Pictures Her Body Is Amazin
Shaped Like A Tear Drop Booty Like A Raison
She Can Make The Preacher And The Deacon Say Amen
(You Like That Boy) Yeah Just Like That
Bend It Ova Make It Pop Girl Shake It Like
Its Lookin Real Good So I Might Bite That But
I Forgot My Camera I Be Right Back
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
I'm Like Ooh Girl, Tell Me What You Really Tryna Do Girl
I'm Tryna Hook Up Wit U Girl,
You Gyrate Come To The Crib I'ma Put You On Myspace
Yep, Shake It Girl
[Chorus]
[Beats Ends]

Tell me all about yourself tell me all about your favorite bands how there super-indie-neo-hardcore tell
me all about your favorite hobbies and the way you love sunsets well who doesn't
Still I'd like the chance to really see if what you say is true and has integrity cause I could know
everything about you and still know nothing at all I know that it's wrong to form an opinion only what I
see but in my defense it's really hard to know whe MySpace is the only thing that you ever show
So it seems you got a lot of friends how many of them know you or even care if your alive or dead? when
was the last time you were honest instead of posting blogs of fake emotions

Myspace is a place for friends
How many friends tou got I guess it just depends
I be getting messages from left to right
I also get comments cause my page is tight
I got the Young Joc music video what do ya knows
I know some of my friends but some are just hoes
I may know how to rap but I aint got a girl
Check out my page my picture is a squirrel
When I get messages I go ahead and reply
My user name is Whiteboy for your FYI
Myspace is a place for friends
How many friends tou got I guess it just depends
I be getting messages from left to right
I also get comments cause my page is tight
My background is Famestar
It's white and black like a cop car
My cursor is the raider sign
The girls I talk to are all so fine
I be talking to these girls just tryin to reach 1st base
Guess where I'm at it's a place called Myspace
Myspace is a place for friends
How many friends tou got I guess it just depends
I be getting messages from left to right

Yo te sigo buscando(W y Yandel)
Subelo que estas escuchando
Los bandoleros reloaded(eehh)
Ya no se de ella ni por Myspace (no se de ella)
No deja ni un mensaje de texto (no se de ella)
Ya no responde ni el telefonoo (no se de ella)
Sera que se busco a otroo (no se de ella)
Ya no se de ella ni por Myspace (no se de ella)
No deja ni un mensaje de texto (no se de ella)
Ya no responde ni el telefonoo (no se de ella)
Sera que se busco a otroo (no se de ella)
Yandel:
Me enamore de una mujer completamente imaginaria
Que con par de letras, en mi corazon penetrava
Sin explicacion (sin explicacion)
Desaparecio (desaparecio)
Jugando con mi corazon
Ella se cambio hasta el nombre
No me deja ni un mensaje
Baby hit me back, responde
Jugando con mi corazon
Ella se cambio hasta el nombre
No me deja ni un mensaje
Baby hit me back, responde
Don Omar:
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor
Ya no se de ella ni por Myspace (no se de ella)
No deja ni un mensaje de texto (no se de ella)
Ya no responde ni el telefonoo (no se de ella)
Sera que se busco a otroo (no se de ella)
Ya no se de ella ni por Myspace (no se de ella)
No deja ni un mensaje de texto (no se de ella)
Ya no responde ni el telefonoo (no se de ella)
Sera que se busco a otroo (no se de ella)
Wisin:
(oye bebe) dale enciende la compu...tadora
Y se doctora
De la pasion y el deseo
Por varias horas, tentadora, de cora
Wisin de noche llora
El no verte, el alma me perfora
Y yo te sigo buscando, y tu no apareces
Mi amor crece crece
Pero aveces sufre el que menos se lo merece
Yo sigo aqui llorando por meses (vuelve)
Pa que el sufrimiento cese
Solo me queda una foto
Yo dia a dia me agoto
Lento, troto
Con el corazon roto
De mi vida tienes el control remoto
Y yo por ti borracho y loco
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Enfermo de amor
Ya no se de ella ni por Myspace (no se de ella)
No deja ni un mensaje de texto (no se de ella)
Ya no responde ni el telefonoo (no se de ella)
Sera que se busco a otroo (no se de ella)
Ya no se de ella ni por Myspace
El rey Don Omar (no se de ella)
Nuevamente haciendo historia (no se de ella)
Marcando historia
Sera que se busco a otroo (no se de ella)
Basico, Wisin y Yandel, el duo de la historia
El Rey, sensillo, acostumbrate a vivir detras de las sombras
Con objetivos tan imponentes como nosotros
Nelly
Los Reyes
W, W y Yandel
W y Yandel
El Rey
W y Yandel
Jamas pienses hacerlo
Niños les recomendamos que lo escuchado

[Intro:]
Cyaan believe(cyaan believe)
Dem a loose it
Technology confuse it
Whooa
[Verse 1:]
The odda day mi see a face pon myspace
Dem have dem face a put in a some strange place
And den dem tinkdem woulda get away without a trace
But like a virus dem business pollute the place
And then ya have some a dem weh love fi record dem thing
And a you tube an abluetooth dem a sort out dem thing
Nuh surprise when your hear your name calling
Seet deh now you can't show your face a morning
[Chorus:]
Technology
Have di whole a dem weak
See di whole a dem a try retreat
Dem business leak
The whole world seet
A now mi know seh dem a freak
Technology
Have di whole a dem weak
See di whole a dem a try retreat
Dem business leak
The whole world seet
A now mi know seh dem a freak
[Verse 2:]
See dem spead out pon myspace and facebook
But dem waan fi get tag and dem go get jook
Dem neva know the surveillance dem did a look
And dem go get card dem neva think dem could
And dem mi see dem spread out pon hi-5
All have dem life save pon a thumb drive
Somebody found it upload it to dem hard drive
See it deh now dem going through same hard life
[Chorus:]
Technology
Have di whole a dem weak
See di whole a dem a try retreat
Dem business leak
The whole world seet
A now mi know seh dem a freak
Technology
Have di whole a dem weak
See di whole a dem a try retreat
Dem business leak
The whole world seet
A now mi know seh dem a freak
[Verse 3:]
Tell dem, dem nuh clever
Seh dem a move like dem a rudebwoy trevor
Mi know dem dweet but dem claim seh dem never
All when mi see dem pan di front a di Gleaner
Dem ting deh we no inna
Tell dem man a gangsta
Not inna di lose ball ting
Nah fi do that to mi gir, l fi get no rating
Dem alone couldn't so hungry nastiness a grieving
A wah dat mi see dem promoting
[Chorus:]
Technology
Have di whole a dem weak
See di whole a dem a try retreat
Dem business leak
The whole world seet
A now mi know seh dem a freak
Technology
Have di whole a dem weak
See di whole a dem a try retreat
Dem business leak
The whole world seet

(feat. Diamone)
Young Chante Andrea Jones
Never met her father and momma's never home
Plus she's 15 and she lies about her age
She always on the phone or her myspace page
She likes to socialize cause it makes her feel loved
Mom doesn't have time for something simple as a hug
Drugs got her mom strung out
All on the streets
Suicide attempts as tears drip down her cheeks
This is deep
She's so young, with so much pain
There's so many things Chante wishes she could change
So what she does is spends hours of the day
Meeting new friends in her own little place
Yesterday she counted and had 300 friends
Most of them young, but yet some were older men
But it's okay, Chante says that it's safe
Her own little place to get away
Her myspace
[Chorus: 1]
Just wanna know that I am loved and that I am really beautiful
Everything around me tells me to be more than me
I just want to get away
Just wanna know that where I stand someone will accept me for who I am
Just understand maybe I can find a place
Where it's okay
Chante's profile is not marked private
Just by her pics you can see why the guys click
Yea, she's cute and she's not trying to hide it
It's best for me to not even try to describe it
Plus she's young, but you can't tell by how she's dressed
The messages she gets seems to express
Or at least suggest that he's interested in meeting
So she accepts, thinks he's cute, now she's cheesin'
Every click she mistakes it for love
Her daddy is gone plus she's too young for the clubs
Her about me section seems to suggest
That's she's sexual or open to sex
As time progress they make plans for a date
Chante lied to this guy 'bout her age
But it's okay
Chante says that it's safe
Her own little place to get away
Her myspace
[Chorus1]
Young Chante Andrea Jones
Never met her father and momma's always gone
Feeling all along invited him to her home
She's feeling it's wrong
But she figures her feelings wrong
All arrows point to the fact that it's love
Is what she thinks before she offers him a hug
A couple of chats man this cat's still a stranger
But young Chante can't foresee the danger
But she didn't know she was messing with an adult
She messaged a cat wanted for sexual assault
A sexual predator who preys on the young in age
Like Chante who was fearfully and wonderfully made
She ain't know Jesus Christ gives forgiveness and grace
Searching for love only ended up getting raped
Her life was shattered
If only she'd played it safe
And found love in His amazing grace
AHHH!
[Chorus 2:]
Just wanted you to know that I love you and that you're really beautiful
Everything around you doesn't change me my loves the key
I'll wipe your tears away
Just wanted you to know that where you stand you can accept me for who I am
Just understand know that I can be a place where
It's okay
He loves you, yes
He loves you, yes
Jesus He loves you
And it's okay
He loves you, yes
He loves you, yes
And it's okay