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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 dogs off the

Uhr..Uhr

I be young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u about death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now he's 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 cool with the mob niggas,
say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob niggas,
to me, u be try to make the nigga look bad, wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after 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
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin 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 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 niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch nigga all of a sudden get wild
now why u to go and take me back the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your 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)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas like me rush ur apartment
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the and then knock out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in 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 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin down

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