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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 open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, him in the head,
randy's ass was there, now he's 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 dead broke 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 look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u shouldnt say
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
handin money around, and we dont 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 talkin bout, think u with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a type nigga all of a sudden get wild
now why u to go and take me back the way i came from?
imma you remember, where u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through crew and only let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my chrome hit a 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 is starvin
niggas like me rush ur apartment
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his bone
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the
and is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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