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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop
I be that young'n on the run, i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot 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 head that 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 the gramma'
i enhanced in the after bangin them hammas, X wut up

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

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas bout, think u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still
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 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 bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i came
imma you remember, where 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)
'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u in hell enough
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and niggas is gettin down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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