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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 wide open and the dogs off the chain

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 taught me how to flow, 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 could stunt til my ass broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head that 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 em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
handin money around, and we dont play that, 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, 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 faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when was still slammin
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, was hard,
but we got thru 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?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and only let off half,

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(Styles P)
If ya aint 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 is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i smell murder that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin
i dont the chrome 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 gunz up, Double R, SP D-Block down

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