[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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There's nowhere to run to, when death becomes you
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Some say you soul may burn in the flame
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Can front if you want too, but niggaz who merk you
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Will come to your tombstone and piss on your grave
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You a rider right?, down to ride tonight?
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Nigga you gone ride or you gone die tonight
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Nigga cock the steele, it's kill or be killed
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Nigga shit is real in the field
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[Verse 1: Billy Danz]
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What's the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth?
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Will you lay down and cry? Will you stand up and die?
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Like the man that I am (fire, yes, yes)
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I'm a legend in the town, now
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Since your all gangstad up let's get the fuck down
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Big Bill Danz and I'm reppin for buck town
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Niggaz see me dummin, I'm coming clutching the pound
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Don't worry bout my whereabouts, we air 'em out clear 'em out (yes, yes)
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The pressures on now, you need to get your hammers out (d-d-d-dats what's up)
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You too tough nigga, you done wrap it up
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Brownsville (cl-cl-cl-clap it up)
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Fif put in the call, we ready to brawl with every one of you all (yes, yes)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Lil Fame]
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You got these young niggaz hollering' (Murda-ra)
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Copper tops on my block, like (bloc, bloc, bloc)
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Niggaz don't give a fuck
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I seen a nigga shoot my moms
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Right in front of my motherfucking face
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See in the a€?Ville' ain't no such thing as a stray bullet
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When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
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Slugs ain't never out of season
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All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
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Blood stains on the cement
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Same place he stood, that's were you leave em'
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And don't back it out unless your squeezing off with your gun
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Cause you gone get your punk ass robbed for your gun
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You know the drill
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I'm a give your ass 3 seconds to bounce
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And you better not jog, nigga run
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(ONE) Fuck that [gun shot x3], Dumb bitch, rest in piss
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[Chorus]
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When Death Becomes You
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| M.O.P. |
