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

50

Over and over, i done ya boy
im a G-Unit 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 tellin ya stop frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, 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 til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a on any nigga's head that play 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 enhanced in the slamma after them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you live that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was slammin
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the street again, its all 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 the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran your crew 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)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its gonna do more chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas like me rush ur apartment
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the blow
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 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, Double R, SP D-Block down

(Chorus)