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

50

Over and over, i told ya boy
im a motherfuckin soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo
the gates wide 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, 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,
ass was there, now he's 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 dead like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head that 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, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em the gramma'
i in the slamma after bangin them hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you live that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut come out yo get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin line'll get u SHOT 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, ya niggas 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
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when was still slammin
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we both the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and me back the way i came from?
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran your 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)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 handguns, the gutter is starvin
niggas like me might rush ur
stains'll fuck up ur carpet
brain on the
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the and then knock 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,
tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and niggas is gettin down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

(Chorus)