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    (50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha!
    Chours: If some shots happen to go off tonight
    Don't worry about me I be alright
    Necks to waist down they firin at me
    because I'm God's child there's angels around me

    Chours x 2

    Verse 1(Young Buck)
    Life can't be this
    and then you die this couldn't be worse
    I either dump eat or sleep or snatch this purse
    clip hangin out the side of my car kunive
    my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride!
    I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be
    He might see it for ya'll before he see it for me
    gun butt you with the back of the beretta
    the 357 or the black mackelletta!
    We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots
    We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks
    Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll
    you can run but they coming through them country walls
    Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at
    think he dope I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack
    when you here that click clack
    betta get back quick
    one to the death make niggas do back flips

    Chours x 2

    Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$)
    Yeah I know you niggas want me to get merked
    get lowered in the dirt
    in an all black button down shirt
    call and see to the dome
    where lil' niggas don't get to see disney land
    they settle for a funeral home
    the only hoes that know that the leads hot
    prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot
    the bigger the rim the bigger the tire
    hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire
    Everybody got to know it's the truth
    so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth
    I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches
    arm slings that came home to train conductors
    we can roll it but need i shoot
    put some holes in your Fila suit
    you'll probably url when uyou see my coupe
    I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck!
    Nigga can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what!

    Chours x 2

    Verse 3(50 Cent)
    Shoot up shots with the shed
    doc say that nigga dead
    when your times up your times up this is real shit
    t'ma ball til my number fall say a praier hopin god there
    look i odn't fear man
    only thang out let's bang out I don't care man
    an eye for an eye my perfect to perfections
    I'll have you sprayin automatics in every direction
    blew me lew me loco nut case oh no
    i'm more like teh kid who put the game i na choke hold.
    you stunt it I stop it
    I make it a profit
    Everytime you hear my vocals coming out them low lows
    from L.A. to N.Y. on a red eye
    Teflone in my luggage you got to love it
    I'm thuggin' streets like my penatentary proster
    got me out sellin' niggas whole fuckin' rosters
    i'm Big in New york Like B.I.G.
    plus i rolls with some B.R.E!

    Chorus x 2

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