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and over, i done told ya boy im a G-Unit motherfuckin boy now u gon get it in yo brain the gates wide open and the dogs off the
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I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya frontin I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin In the i read, death is of the tongue, If u talk about death, then is go oncoming, jay taught me how to flow, him in the head, randy's ass was there, now runnin scared, sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy, if u ask me, i say im wut the hood me, now i could stunt til my ass broke like JD, or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head that me, see im with the haitian mob niggas, say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas, to me, u be try to make the nigga bad, wutsup wit that see my flick, to preme, papi and cat and montana, i kill em with the i enhanced in the after bangin them hammas, X wut up
(50 Cent) If you live that, then u shouldnt say that 'cause wut come out yo get u SHOT DOWN handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin line'll get u SHOT DOWN, keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u DOWN, nigga heres a few cliques, u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN
(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u with? Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit, Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit, All ya niggas is pussy, suck my Aint nothin but a handful of still standin I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin now we again, its all good my nigga back to the street again, its all my nigga, knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard, but once we got the trials, its all smiles til a bitch nigga all of a sudden get wild now why u gots to go and take me back the way i from? imma you remember, where u my name from, 45th BLAH BLAH ave. I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga
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(Styles P) If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped) 'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone, its do more than chip, nigga, yea wut the is the problem the porsche is red, the is armed 30 shot handguns, the gutter is niggas like me rush ur apartment stains'll fuck up ur carpet brain on the i smell murder everytime that the blow tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin, u can the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough im the one flood the gutters, tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP D-Block down
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