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[50
Yo, yo we can't stay alive
So if shit hit the fan we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have 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, rocky, nigga 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 thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, f**k most of cowards
They pop shit 'till we start these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay flowers

[Lloyd
I got a who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long to stash the streetsweeper
This can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's from college wanna f**k us
I here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick on you f**kas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul aero
break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel looks I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas Craig Mack
Now every a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got aisles than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got long but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a mat
yer advance is a acura
these record labels got artists gettin f**ked 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, polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine the floor
by now, you probably of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a f**k, you gon' have to me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T,
you match now, back
niggas love to hate you, but you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
We rich, but we be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab
you off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french supersized
it's a damn shame y'all local
I'm in a million dollar layin my vocals

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