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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, then 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 stunt til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head 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 look 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
wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we play that, gettin outta line'll 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 play with, Ruffryders'll get u SHOT 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, suck my
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
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 all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and me back the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, u my name from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya head off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
brain on the
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i sellin nothin,
u can have the or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block

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