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

50

and over, i done told ya boy
im a motherfuckin soldier boy
now u gon get it in yo brain
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, after i pop
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk death, then death is go oncoming,
jay me how to flow, shot 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 stunt til my ass dead like JD,
or put a on any nigga's 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 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 dont live that, then u shouldnt say
'cause wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin outta get u SHOT DOWN,
keep on playa hatin, we kno where u stay at, the bullshit u on'll get u DOWN, nigga
heres a few cliques, that u shouldnt play with, G-Unit Ruffryders'll get u SHOT

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u with?
Double R, G-UNIT!The old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck 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 again, its all hood my nigga,
knock on wood my nigga, we walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but we got thru the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type all of a sudden get wild
now why u gots to go and take me back the way i came
MAKE you remember, where u my name from,
45th street BLAH ave.
I ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga

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(Styles P)
If ya aint off yo shoulders, u aint get shot, u got nipped nigga,(just nipped)
'cause if my chrome hit a of ur bone,
its do more than chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the is red, the buckets is armed
30 shot handguns, the gutter is
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
brain on the
i murder everytime that 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 hell
im the one flood the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll love the
and niggas is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin down

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