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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 wide open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, 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 hood 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 look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the after bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, u shouldnt say that
'cause wut out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta 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 with, G-Unit 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 in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint but a handful 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 again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we 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 type nigga all of a get wild
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through crew 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 hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the porsche is red, the is armed
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
brain on the
i smell murder that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont want the to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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