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