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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya frontin
I be that young'n on the run, after i pop
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 broke 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 the nigga 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 bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u say that
'cause wut out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta 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 shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya talkin bout, think u playin with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
nothin but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when was still slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
back to the again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nigga,(just nipped)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas like me might rush ur
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell everytime that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont want the to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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