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

50

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

Uhr..Uhr

I be that young'n with the gun thats ya stop frontin
I be young'n on the run, after i pop sumthin
In the Bible i read, is of the tongue,
If u talk about death, death 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 could til my ass dead broke 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, to preme, papi and cat
and montana, i em with the gramma'
i enhanced in the slamma after bangin hammas, X wut up

(50 Cent)
If you dont live that, then u say that
wut come out yo mouth'll get u SHOT DOWN
handin money around, and we dont play that, gettin 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, Ruffryders'll get u SHOT DOWN

(Eyiooo yo, what ya niggas talkin bout, think u with?
R, G-UNIT!The same old shit,
Put the faggots in the ring, em all quit,
All ya is pussy, suck my dick
Aint nothin but a handful of mans still
I remember 50 in a cypher, onyx was still slammin
now we meet again, its all good my
back to the street again, its all my nigga,
knock on my nigga, we both walked the dog
we get to where we at by luck, shit was hard,
but once we got the trials, its all smiles
til a bitch type nigga all of a sudden get
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 hit a piece of ur bone,
its gonna do more chip, nigga,
yea wut the is the problem
the porsche is red, the is armed
30 shot handguns, the is starvin
niggas like me rush ur apartment
blood stains'll fuck up ur
on the window
i smell murder everytime that the wind
tie him to the and then knock out his chin bone
i want the chrome to the crown, i aint sellin nothin,
u can have the jail or the ground, u in hell enough
im the one that the gutters,
better tap ya man, and let him kno P'll the colors
and is gettin shot down, 2 gunz up, Double R, SP holdin D-Block down

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