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DMX Errrrrrrrrrrr......Uhr..Uhr

50

Over and over, i done ya boy
im a G-Unit soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the wide open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u about death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
ass was there, now he's runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood me,
now i could stunt til my ass dead like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head play me,
see im cool the haitian mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the nigga look bad, wutsup wit
see my flick, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i in the slamma after bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you live that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
handin around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN,
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a handful of mans standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u to go and take me back the way i came from?
imma you remember, where u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and only let off half,

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(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the and then knock out his chin bone
i dont want the to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell
im the one flood the gutters,
tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)