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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 gates wide and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, 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 til my ass dead 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 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 get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin line'll 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, 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 in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when was still slammin
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we get to where 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 crew and only let off half, nigga

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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 gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
niggas like me might ur apartment
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP D-Block down

(Chorus)