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