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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 it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I heard of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You rattin on is only gon' leave you smoked
So the thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, f**k most of these
They pop 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the
Soon as spring break ho's home from wanna f**k us
I ain't here to drop on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you f**kas, cops to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
When it to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break 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 know the rocks botherin ya
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than
Run, move to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of
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
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mat
yer is a grey acura
these record labels got most artists f**ked like the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, polished in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you now, back down
niggas love to 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 to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin
you gon' be there for the rest of yo muthaf**kin life
and yo said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin
aight well I ain't lie to you muthaf**ka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the f**kin
f**kin