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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop
I be that young'n on the run, after i pop
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death 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 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 the nigga 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 after bangin hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u shouldnt say
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
handin money around, and we play that, gettin 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 play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
back to the again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type nigga all of a sudden get
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got 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 me might rush ur apartment
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the chair and then knock out his bone
i dont want the 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, R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)