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DMX Errrrrrrrrrrr......Uhr..Uhr

50

Over and over, i done ya boy
im a G-Unit soldier boy
now u gon get it in yo brain
the gates wide and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot 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 til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's that play 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 em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u shouldnt say
'cause wut come out yo get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a type nigga all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and me back the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya head off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
like me might rush ur apartment
blood fuck up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one that the gutters,
tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, R, SP holdin D-Block down

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