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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 wide open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that 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,
ass was there, now he's 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 that 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 look bad, wutsup wit
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i in the slamma after bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u say that
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
handin money around, and we dont play that, 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 DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas bout, think u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of still 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 wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i from?
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and only let off half,

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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 is the problem
the porsche is red, the is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas me might rush ur apartment
blood fuck up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime that the blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u in hell enough
im the one flood 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)