Intro
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Hahahahahaaa
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Yeah Nigga
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The Smoke of New York
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Get up Come On
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Ah
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50 Cent Chorus
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There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
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some say your soul may burn in the flame..
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So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
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come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.
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You a rider right, that ride tonight
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nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
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nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
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nigga shit is real in the field
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Verse 1
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Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth
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when you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die
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like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!
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Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
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im a legend in the town, Nowww
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since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
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Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town
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nigga see me dummin' im comin clutchin the pound
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dont worry about my whereabouts
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we air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes
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the pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
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-th-th-th thats what's up
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you too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
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Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
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Fif put in the call.
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we ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes
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50 Cent Chorus
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There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
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some say your soul may burn in the flame.
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So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
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come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
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You a rider right, that ride tonight
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nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.
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nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
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nigga shit is real in the field
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Verse 2
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You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer!
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copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
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niggaz dont give a fuck
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i seen a nigga shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfuckin face
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see in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet
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when your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
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slugs aint never outta season
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all you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
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blood stains on the ceilin'
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same place he stood, thats what they leave um
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dont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun
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cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
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you know the drill
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i'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not chark
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1 Fuck that. 3 gunshots Dumb bitch! Rest in bits
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50 Cent Chorus
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There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
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some say your soul may burn in the flame
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So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
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come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
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You a rider right, that ride tonight
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nigga you gon ride or you gon' die tonight..
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nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
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nigga shit is real in the field
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When Death Becomes You
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| 50 Cent |
