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[50
Yo, yo we stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die
I'm high as ever, hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and
Yea faggot, if I it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I grab it
make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never of you nigga, its ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to
You on niggas is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for cowrads
I got no friends, fuck of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching cowards
we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers

[Lloyd
I got a intergangstress who and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to the streetsweeper
This shit can get than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to knowledge on you suckas
I'll rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole zeros
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't
You can't tame Lloyd, by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the boy
I know the rocks ya vision
But reach and put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red
I'm the last rapper to niggas since Craig Mack
Now morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more than pathmark
Run, startin to raid
and leave wit 12 shells in ya like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pardon my age
I don't got hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just out what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a on 'em like a subway mat
yer advance is a grey
these record labels got most artists gettin fucked the gay rappa'
i go to on a tour
I'm goin down in nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's in the drawer
by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, T, burgandy
you match now, down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you
catch me on the boat wit weed and fishing gear
heavy when I toke, C from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin
We ain't rich, but we be to snatch ya
I send cars to your like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame still local
I'm in a dollar studio layin my vocals

[50
Still in the projects nigga, you goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to you somethin.....
to encourage you, positive
aight well I ain't lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the curb
fuckin