[50 Cent]
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Ay yo, what's up, yo this is 50 cent
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You're here with mah man Green Lantern
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And you know how the fuck it go down
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You wanna hate? Okay, it's okay, You can hate me baby!
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I'm on fire right now ya bitch ass nigga, ya heard me...
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[Gunshots x2]
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[Bizarre]
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Yeah...
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Detroit, Motherfucka...
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DJ Green Lantern (The Evil Genius)
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D12, We ain't goin' nowhere...
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We still smokin' crack, nigga...
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(laugh) Let 'em know...
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[Eminem]
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Bitch, Keep Talkin'
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Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws because
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We ain't stoppin'
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We ain't got to prove shit to yall
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So all yall can lick the balls and
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Keep Walkin'!
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Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'
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Cause we ain't stoppin' cause
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You ain't stoppin' us!
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We ain't got to prove shit to yall
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So all yall can lick the balls and
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Keep Walkin'!
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(Come on!)
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[Kuniva]
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(Yo) The Derelict's back
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I'm blazing niggas while they up in the Sheraton, 'laxed
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I even sold my therapist crack
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You niggas is bitches, straight up, I'm bearing the facts
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I love pussy with all my heart, but I married a gat (gun clicks)
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And nigga, I'm top pedigree, so don't play with me
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I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat (glass shattering)
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Kids an' all get hit, peers and all
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The Mosberg'll take your back, liver, ribs and all (bah!)
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Kuniva's a street talker
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Heatsparker to beefstarter
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Packing guns when I'm sleepwalking (Bitch, Keep Talkin')
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Throw a firebomb down your chimney
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While you're eating at Wendy's, I'm in your bushes cockin' a semi
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Knife with the hands, never bow down to another man
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I was poppin' guns while you was still poppin' some rubber bands
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Smother your clan!
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Sever your hand and your legs
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And mail your brother your heart, and send your mother your head!
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[Swift]
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I'm the only one, you bitch, that touch ya
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Type of brother that'll fuck your mother
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With a fishnet rubber (scream)
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A belligerent and rowdy motherfucka
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That'll dump your body, and still fly away to Maui on Atella
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When it comes to beefin', it ain't no explainin'
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I change your language with a stainless
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I'm contained with an anguish to leave you famous
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I'm a deranged pit, I left an AK to paint your face with
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Niggas don't say shit, fuck your hype man
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If there's a bystander standing by, I'm firin' at him! (Flat out)
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Cause I can, You get squashed like pop cans
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I'll be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man (ha, ha, ha)
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I'm about to sell your mama bud, and lace it
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So when she fire it up she coughin' blood
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I love to see 'em lay shit
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I'm made to behave in this case
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You try to be brave in a rage your legs will be replaced
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[Eminem]
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Bitch, Keep Talkin'
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Keep on poppin off, flip them jaws because
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We ain't stoppin'
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We ain't got to prove shit to yall
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So all yall can lick the balls and
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Keep Walkin'!
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Keep on poppin' that shit you poppin'
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Cause we ain't stoppin' cause
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You ain't stoppin' us!
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We ain't got to prove shit to yall
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So all yall can lick the balls and
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Keep Walkin'!
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(Bizzy, come on!)
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[Bizarre]
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I ain't here to talk about Benzino, or Ja Rule
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I'm here to talk about lil' Ray Ray, and what I'ma do (laugh)
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Sorry, I ain't gonna mention you, you'll probably sue
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Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (exclusive!)
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The first time I had sex, a dirty mattress
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No condom, my grandmother bent over backwards (Ugh!)
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Bizarre been fuckin' raw all summer
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Let's make a trade: My wife for your brother
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Syke! I'm not bisexual
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I'm an intellectual transexual with one testicle (One nut)
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And I ain't saying shit 'cause it rhyme
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I got colon cancer...I'm dyin
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[Proof]
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(Yay Yay!)
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Rest in peace Jammaster Jay, 2pac, and Notorious Big (Fo' Sho')
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(Come on)I'm probably the best
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God in the flesh
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Blow your heart out of your chest
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And your chest out of your vest
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Leave your body a mess, streets bloody as hell
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Study my 12, I cut him he fell
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A druggie on bail, nutty as well
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With search light, bud he revealed
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Dead or in jail
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They're headed for hell...
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Together with bells and blonde guy
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Get your lungs hard
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Leave you full of holes like Spongebob (Gunshots)
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| We can take this from your front door to your CEO offi |
