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

50

Over and over, i done ya boy
im a G-Unit motherfuckin boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the gates wide and the dogs off the chain

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 talk about death, then is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, him in the head,
ass was there, now he's runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the made me,
now i could til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any 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, 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
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas bout, think u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
to the street again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch nigga all of a sudden 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 and only let off half, nigga

(Chorus)

(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 do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas like me might rush ur
blood fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin
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 P'll the colors
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)