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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now he's scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the made me,
now i could stunt til my ass dead broke JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any head that play me,
see im cool with the mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the nigga look bad, wutsup wit
see my flick, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i enhanced in the slamma bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont 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 playa hatin, we kno u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT

(Eyiooo yo, what ya talkin bout, think u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all 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 thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through your 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)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the blow
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, R, SP holdin D-Block down

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