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and over, i done 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
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I be that young'n with the gun thats tellin ya stop I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin In the i read, death is of the tongue, If u talk about death, death is go oncoming, jay taught me how to flow, 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 made me, now i could stunt til my ass broke like JD, or put a hundred-grand on any nigga's that play me, see im with the haitian 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 them hammas, X wut up
(50 Cent) If you dont that, then u shouldnt say that '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, on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u SHOT DOWN, nigga 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? R, G-UNIT!The same 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 slammin now we meet again, its all good my back to the again, its all hood my nigga, knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog we aint get to we at by luck, shit was hard, but once we got thru the trials, its all til a bitch nigga all of a sudden get wild now why u gots to go and take me the way i came from? MAKE you remember, where u my name from, 45th street BLAH ave. I done ran through your crew and only let off half,
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(Styles P) If ya head off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped) 'cause if my hit a piece of ur bone, its do more than chip, nigga, yea wut the fuck is the the porsche is red, the is armed 30 shot handguns, the gutter is niggas like me might rush ur stains'll fuck up ur carpet brain on the i murder everytime that the wind blow tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone i dont want the chrome to the crown, i sellin nothin, u can have the jail or the ground, u aint in enough im the one that the gutters, tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the colors and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin down
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