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[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we as well die together
I'm high as ever, more and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' it
Regardless if handed 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 above you
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, its ugly
I'm the one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only leave you smoked
So the only left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of cowards
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Latifah
Not all the is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta
I'ma break before I lay floor
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head 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 to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my
We just find out what club at
'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a acura
these labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T,
you now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C notes different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for chairs
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio my vocals

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