 [DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF!
[50 Cent]
Move on over, I done told ya
boyyyy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier
boyyyy
And when you gon' get it in your
brain
The gate's wide open and the dog's
off the chain
I be that yung'n with that gun-ness,
tellin ya stop frontin
I be that yung'n on the run, after I
pop some'n
In the Bible I read, death is of the
tongue
And if you talk about death enough
death is gon' come
Dave taught me how to flow, they
shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin
scared
Some say I'm gangsta, some say I'm
craaazy
If you ask me I'll say I'm what the
hood made me
Now I can stunt 'til my ass dead
broke like Jay-Z
Or put a hundred grand on e'ry
nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Hatian mob
niggaz
? Tu say sapa say mavule ? and rob
niggaz
The media be tryin to make a nigga
look bad, whassup with that?
See my flick, next to bring Papi and
Cat
And Montana, I kill 'em with the
grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after
bangin them hammers
X whattup? (AIGHT!!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You don't live that, you shouldn't say
that
Cause what come out your mouth'll
get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we
don't play that
Get in our line'll get you SHOT,
DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know
where you stay at
That bullshit you on'll get you SHOT,
DOWN
Here's a few clips that you shouldn't
play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you SHOT,
DOWN
[DMX]
Aiyyo, fuck y'all niggaz talkin bout,
think you playin wit?
Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol' shit
(WHAT!)
Put the faggots in the ring, watch
'em all quit
All y'all niggaz is pussy, suck my dick!
Ain't nuttin but a handful of man still
standin
I remember 50 in a cypher when
Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my
nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood
my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both
walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck,
shit was hard (AIGHT?)
But once we got through the trials
it's all smiles
'til a big type nigga all of a sudden
get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me
back to where I came from?
I'ma make you remember, where you
know my name from (YEA!)
45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW
Ave.
I done ran through your crew and
only let off half, nigga!
[Chorus]
[Styles P]
Yeah, word, yeah
If your head ain't offa your
shoulders (uh-huh)
You ain't get shot, you got nicked
nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of
your bone
It's gon' do more than chip, nigga (a
lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is
Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is
starvin (yea)
Niggaz like me might rush your
apartment (word)
Bloodstains'll fuck up your carpet,
brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the
wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock
out his chinbone
I don't want the throne or the
crown, I ain't sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground,
you ain't in hell enough
I'm the one that flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him
know P'll love to cut his
And niggaz is gettin shot down, two
guns up
Double R, S.P. holdin D Block down
[Chorus]
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