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

50

Over and over, i told ya boy
im a G-Unit 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 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, then is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now runnin 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 like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head 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 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 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, gettin outta 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 DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The 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
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we get to where 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 me back the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran your 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 buckets is
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
niggas like me might rush ur
blood stains'll up ur carpet
on the window
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 in hell enough
im the one that 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 D-Block down

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