Dmx

[DMX] Grrrr... ARF! ARF!
[50 Cent]
Move on over, I done told ya boyyyy
Im a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boyyyy
And when you gon get it in your brain
The gates wide open and the dogs off the chain
I be that yungn with that gun-ness, tellin ya stop frontin
I be that yungn on the run, after I pop somen
In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough death is gon come
Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in the head
Randy ass was there, now he runnin scared
Some say Im gangsta, some say Im craaazy
If you ask me Ill say Im what the hood made me
Now I can stunt til my ass dead broke like J.D.
Or put a hundred grand on ery nigga head that play me
See Im cool with them Hatian mob niggaz
{?}Tu say sapa say mavule{?} and rob niggaz
The media be tryin to make a nigga look bad, whassup with that?
See my flick, next to bring Papi and Cat
And Montana, I kill em with the grammar
I enhanced in the slammer after bangin them hammers
X whattup? (AIGHT!!)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You dont live that, you shouldnt say that
Cause what come out your mouthll get you SHOT, DOWN
Throwin your money around and we dont play that
Get in our linell get you SHOT, DOWN (nigga)
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you onll get you SHOT, DOWN
Heres a few clips that you shouldnt play with
G-Unit, Ruff Rydersll get you SHOT, DOWN
[DMX]
Aiyyo, fuck yall niggaz talkin bout, think you playin wit?
Double R, G-UNIT, the same ol shit (WHAT!)
Put the faggots in the ring, watch em all quit
All yall niggaz is pussy, suck my dick!
Aint nuttin but a handful of man still standin
I remember 50 in a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (AIGHT?)
Now we meet again, its all good my nigga
Back to the street again, its all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my nigga, we both walk the dog
We aint get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (AIGHT?)
But once we got through the trials its all smiles
til a big type nigga all of a sudden get wild
Now why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from?
Ima make you remember, where you know my name from (YEA!)
45th Street, and BLAOW-BLAOW Ave
I done ran through your crew and only let off half, nigga!
[Chorus]
[Styles P]
Yeah, word, yeah
If your head aint offa your shoulders (uh-huh)
You aint get shot, you got nicked nigga (just nicked)
Cause if my chrome hit a piece of your bone
Its gon do more than chip, nigga (a lot more than that)
Yea, what the fuck is the problem
The Porsche is red the buckets is Army
30 shot handguns the gutter is starvin (yea)
Niggaz like me might rush your apartment (word)
Bloodstainsll fuck up your carpet, brain on the window
I smell murder every time that the wind blow
Tie him to the chair and then knock out his chinbone
I dont want the throne or the crown, I aint sellin up
You can have the jail or the ground, you aint in hell enough
Im the one that flood the gutters
Better tap your man, and let him know Pll love to cut his
And niggaz is gettin shot down, two guns up
Double R, S.P. holdin D Block down
[Chorus]
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