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Intro
Hahahahahaaa
Yeah nigg*
The Smoke of New York
Get up Come On
Ah
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame..
So front if you want to, but who murk you
come to your tombstone and pi*s in your grave.
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigg* you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
nigg* c*ck the steal this is kill or be killed
nigg* s**t is real in the field
Verse 1
Whats the procedures nigg*, when you got a hammer in your mouth
when you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die
like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
im a legend in the town, Nowww
since your all gangstered up lets get the fk down
Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town
nigg* see me dummin' im comin clutchin the pound
dont worry about my whereabouts
we air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes
the pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
-th-th-th thats what's up
you too tough nigg*, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
Fif put in the call.
we ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame.
So front if you want to but who murk you
come to your tombstone and pi*s in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigg* you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.
nigg* c*ck the steal this is kill or be killed
nigg* s**t is real in the field
Verse 2
You got these young hollerin Murderer!
copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
dont give a fk
i seen a nigg* shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfkin face
see in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet
when your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
slugs aint never outta season
all you gotta do is give a motherfker one reason
blood stains on the ceilin'
same place he stood, thats what they leave um
dont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun
cuz you gon' get your punk as* robbed with the young
you know the drill
i'ma give your as* 3 seconds to bounce and you better not chark
1 fck that. 3 gunshots Dumb b*tch! Rest in bits
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to but who murk you
come to your tombstone and pi*s in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigg* you gon ride or you gon' die tonight..
nigg* c*ck the steal this is kill or be killed
nigg* s**t is real in the field
