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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 gates wide open and the dogs off the

Uhr..Uhr

I be young'n with the gun thats 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, then 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 stunt til my ass broke like JD,
or put a on any nigga's 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 em with the gramma'
i in the slamma after bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you live that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll 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, that u 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 faggots in the ring, 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 good my
back to the again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type nigga all of a sudden get
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and only let off half,

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

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