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DMX
Errrrrrrrrrrr......Uhr..Uhr
50 Cent
Over and over, i done told ya boy
im a G-Unit motherfkin soldier boy
now when u gon get it in yo brain
the gates wide open and the dogs off the chain
Uhr..Uhr
I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, then death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, shot him in the head,
randy's as* was there, now he's runnin scared,
sum say im gangsta, some say im craaazy,
if u ask me, i say im wut the hood made me,
now i could stunt til my as* dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigg*'s head that play me,
see im cool with the haitian mob ,
then say "saapa sei my boolay", and rob ,
to me, u be try to make the nigg* look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i kill em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin them hammas, X wut up
Chorus (50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u shouldnt say that
cuz wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta line'll get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bulls**t u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigg*
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN
(Eyiooo yo, what ya talkin bout, think u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The same old s**t,
Put the f*gg*ts in the ring, watch em all quit,
All ya is p*ssy, suck my d*ck
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my nigg*
back to the street again, its all hood my nigg*,
knock on wood my nigg*, we both walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, s**t was hard,
but once we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a b*tch type nigg* all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH BLAH ave.
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigg*
(Chorus)
(Styles P)
If ya head aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigg*,(just nipped)
cuz if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more than chip, nigg*,
yea wut the fk is the problem
the porsche is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fk up ur carpet
brain on the window
i smell murder everytime that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and then knock out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in hell enough
im the one that flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors
and is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down
(Chorus)