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

50

Over and over, i told ya boy
im a motherfuckin soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the gates open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, then is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
ass was there, now he's runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the made me,
now i stunt til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a on any nigga's head 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 look bad, wit that
see my flick, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i kill em the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you live that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll 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, u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas bout, think u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a of mans 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 my nigga, we both walked the dog
we get to where 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 came
imma you remember, where u my name from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the chair and then knock out his bone
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u 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 holdin down

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