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

50

Over and over, i done 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 young'n 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, death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, 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 could til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any head that play me,
see im with 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 after 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 DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno u stay 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, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of mans standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u to go and take me back the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone
i dont the chrome 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,
tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block

(Chorus)