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

50

Over and over, i told ya boy
im a motherfuckin soldier boy
now u gon get it in yo brain
the gates wide open and the dogs off the

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats ya stop frontin
I be that young'n on the run, i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death is go oncoming,
jay taught me how to flow, 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 til my ass dead broke like 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 the nigga look bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma bangin them 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 playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN,
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT

(Eyiooo yo, ya niggas talkin bout, think u playin with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, my dick
Aint nothin but a of mans still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still
now we meet again, its all my nigga
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
on wood my nigga, we both walked the dog
we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch nigga all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from?
imma MAKE you remember, u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I done ran through your and only let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya head off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
if my chrome hit a piece of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the fuck is the
the porsche is red, the buckets is
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
brain on the
i smell murder that the wind blow
tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone
i dont want the chrome to the crown, i aint nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in enough
im the one flood 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

(Chorus)