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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

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

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u shouldnt say
'cause wut out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
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 with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type nigga all of a sudden get
now why u to go and take me back the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya head off yo shoulders, u aint 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 is starvin
niggas me might rush ur apartment
blood fuck up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the and then knock out his chin bone
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u in hell enough
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP D-Block down

(Chorus)