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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 wide open and the dogs off the chain

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya frontin
I be that young'n on the run, i pop sumthin
In the i read, death is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, then is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot 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 stunt til my ass dead broke like JD,
or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's head 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 nigga bad, wutsup wit that
see my flick, next to preme, and cat
and montana, i kill em with the
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you live that, then u shouldnt say that
'cause wut out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin 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
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 old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya niggas is pussy, suck my
Aint nothin but a handful of mans standin
I 50 in a cypher, when onyx was still slammin
now we again, its all good my nigga
back to the again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we aint get to where we at by luck, 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 back the way i came
imma you remember, where 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 aint off yo shoulders, u get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
like me might rush ur apartment
blood fuck up ur carpet
on the window
i smell murder everytime the wind blow
tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone
i dont the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno love the colors
and niggas is gettin down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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