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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then 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 til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any head that play me,
see im cool 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, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em the gramma'
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 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 where u stay at, the u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin
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 handful of mans standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still
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 aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i came
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 aint off yo shoulders, u get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the is armed
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas like me might rush ur
blood stains'll up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin
i dont want the 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,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the
and niggas is shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)