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[50 Cent - 1]
Y'all niggas too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Montana n shit?
Well you can start, before his ass get hit
So when I up you can see the shotgun spit
roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you grow up?
Nigga knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child a flawless flow
Say gave a the talent to push blow
a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the pussy grow, straight flow
im a time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to
G-Unit!

Yayo - Verse 2]
I don't dream now i'm livin, Im out to get it
My an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the
So Im gettin ass a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the
Automatic startin' in the drop got your pussy fartin
My album to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the
Kilo's in a gram, be my fans
why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through
So my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flip my advance I ran through it
'cause that money turn into that barmen fluid
My be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keepin in a place from Uncle Ben

Mase - Verse 3]
You know you messin' with a nigga do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while theres two in the
Put guns in niggaz mouth "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they who u was missin, nigga
You can have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's cheat my men
Watch God the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never again
Route 20 in the see the streets again
Whats a man wake up who cant wake up?
guards face straight up with kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a
I a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy
Your so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too much to get
a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me get known quick
I blackout snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my spin
wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian

[Young - Verse 4]
A nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these niggas this New York flow
Say one nigga name homie you go
You in that Hot97 so New York
I use to to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, promo
I was "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my block hot
50 give me the word, niggas would have pop
a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough 'bout what you finna do nigga

[Prodigy - 5]
Murder at its best, is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the
My is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's this is spaghetti
mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol niggas
I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix CD's and treat 'em album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president
On our champagne campaign up dresses
On the dance flo' the it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin'
When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin'
'cause its a gang of us and we to go
'cause after the party the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the day hun

- Verse 6]
Get it don, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that you
Yeah motherfucker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game this is only a preview
Niggas shittin' on gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get to
Like 50's beef is and mine is his
See serious, motherfuckin ask them kids
Niggas wild on the streets, scared to to bid
Sell that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt

[Billy - Verse 7]
You about to an M.O.P thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass your tongue out, nigga
Fuck a warden I ring bells like a
So all you motherfuckers take it easy sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we ran never will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
gun style what the fuck y'all think..

[Lloyd - Verse 8]
Niggas aint got on me, everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon'
And if he aint he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rat, and catch your body all rats
Matter'fact, I hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, this the part of the
A stray the K will take a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt but im accepted
By mainstream America and good in the
Now niggaz wanna all greasy (why)
Like aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)
Skip all chatter, and off Eazy
A milly will make your body looker look all
Ya bitch spotted me on the and Im low-low
Damn near a monolo for a photo
I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a
Momma taught me better than that you go to go
Look at me now, a of poverty
I cant watch the way I decide a me
The fulla hurt but that was a robbery
Critics owe me an apologee, Im
A away from the lottery
My niggas keep guns, one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in a shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause dont check 'em up
I niggas from 'round there and they dont check us
All of the niggas was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for to come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so forget 'em
They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a
And I smooth with the wooden Benzy
Blend in, will body ya for a pen
Baby need food, baby momma fin
You know me, New cap on
Batman whip I got off a rap song
Im the fan the illegal strap on
n a wife beater n black on
Its on!

[50 talking..]
Wassup? the kid 50 Cent man
Its down, ya heard me?
got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all fucked up..
Im finna few of you mother fuckers man..
what Im sayin'? Watch ya niggas say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boy
You better usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be able to use ya mouth Mother fucker!