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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop
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, then 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 stunt 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 kill em with the
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 get u SHOT DOWN
handin around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
back to the again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type nigga all of a sudden get
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i came
imma MAKE you remember, u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and 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)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
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 and then knock out his chin bone
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in enough
im the one that the gutters,
tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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