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

50

Over and over, i told ya boy
im a G-Unit soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the gates wide open and the off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

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 could stunt til my ass dead like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's that play me,
see im cool 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, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i enhanced in the slamma after them hammas, X wut up

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

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, 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 onyx was slammin
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
on wood my nigga, we both walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a type nigga all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga

(Chorus)

(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the is armed
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
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 in hell enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP D-Block down

(Chorus)