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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 and the dogs off the chain
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I be that young'n the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin In the Bible i read, is of the tongue, If u about death, then 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 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 with the i enhanced in the slamma bangin them hammas, X wut up
(50 Cent) If you dont live that, u shouldnt say that 'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u DOWN handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u DOWN, on playa 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 talkin bout, think u playin with? Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit, Put the in the ring, watch em all quit, All ya is pussy, suck my dick Aint nothin but a handful of mans standin I remember 50 in a cypher, when was still slammin now we again, its all good my nigga back to the street again, its all my nigga, knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard, but we got thru the trials, its all smiles til a type nigga all of a sudden get wild now why u to go and take me back the way i came from? imma MAKE you remember, u my name from, street BLAH BLAH ave. I done ran through crew and only 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) if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone, its do more than chip, nigga, yea wut the fuck is the the is red, the buckets is armed 30 shot handguns, the gutter is niggas me might rush ur apartment blood stains'll up ur carpet on the window i smell everytime that the wind blow tie him to the and then knock out his chin bone i want 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 the colors and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down
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