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

50

Over and over, i told ya boy
im a motherfuckin 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 ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, i pop sumthin
In the i read, death 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 made me,
now i could stunt til my ass dead like JD,
or put a on any nigga's head 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 nigga look bad, wutsup wit
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the after bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, u shouldnt say that
wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u 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 in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of mans standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the street again, its all 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 back the way i from?
imma MAKE you remember, where u my from,
street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and only let off half,

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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 do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas 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 out his chin bone
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell
im the one flood the gutters,
tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and niggas is shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)