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[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if it's to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the one to provoke
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these
I got no friends, fuck most of these
They pop shit 'till we approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to the streetsweeper
shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, lotta zeros
When it comes to I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad bulbary
You tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm the game boy
I the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig
Now every morning's a start
And aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a of eggs
I'm the young pimp my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what they at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey
these record labels got most artists fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's in the drawer
Camera's by the that mine into the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha burgandy, White T, burgandy
you match now, back
love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit smoke and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be glad to ya
I send cars to your crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my

[50
in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to you somethin.....
to you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin
fuckin