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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot 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 stunt til my ass dead broke 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 bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em the gramma'
i enhanced in the after bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u say that
'cause wut come out yo 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 bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN,
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll 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, suck my
Aint nothin but a handful of still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still
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 get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all
til a bitch type nigga all of a get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i came
imma MAKE you remember, u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only 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)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood fuck up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the chair and then out his chin bone
i dont want the to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll the colors
and niggas is shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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