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YO IS ALI HUSSAIN WITH 50 CENT
Vacate your home I come to your bones
Americas nightmare we at it
A desert eagle and a black 10
And neva what happend
we come through them cowards dont want none
They screamin at murderas but walkin' with no guns
with me but dont run and die where your standin'
See im on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' think security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we know who did it"
by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours no sleep
You betta get to it you know how we do it
Shady Interscope and G-Unit.
(ALI)
We got action when you
Show are places you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G,

[50

]

Guess who's mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a
Kinda a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the you thought it was
I got expensive I can't afford it cause
is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin'
She's up the buns on her cushion
and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the city
Stashbox in the bus to I can the tex with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' you niggas ain't over

it
Yeah, niggas talking all that shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you what I mean?
Fucking blown off nigga, you know?

(ALI)
They, talking that
gangsta shit
They ain't about
Man, matter of
me my strap
Show me where at
I'll stop 'em talking like that

[50)
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, tips in the Mack
But I come through, shh... the talking stop
My long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour bout the stones I rock