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[50 Cent] G-UNIT! Haha.. haha
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] If, some shots should happen to go off tonight Don`t worry about me, I`ll be aight Niggaz can waste ten while firin at me Cause I`m God`s child, there`s angels around me [Young Buck] Life`s a bitch and then you die, this couldn`t be worse I either don`t eat this week, or snatch this purse Clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani My eyes bloodshot red, I`m high but LET`S RIDE! I ain`t scared, if I die it was meant to be He might send for you, before he send for me Gun-butt you with the back of the baretta The three-fifty-seven or, the black mac-11 We drive bulletproof Coupes nigga, go on take your shot We used to shoot hoops nigga, now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for y`all You can run but they comin through them country walls Bang dropped me off and show me where he live at Think he tough? I`ma put six in his six-pack When you hear that click-clack bitch better get back quick One to the chest make niggaz do backflips [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] You don`t think I know you niggaz want me to get murked Get lowered in the dirt in all black with a button-downed shirt Cold with two to the dome - the little niggaz don`t get to see Disneyland, they`ll settle for a funeral home You don`t need hoes to know that the lead`s hot I`m prepared for anything tonight as long as it`s not a headshot The bigger the rim, the bigger the tire Hollow tips`ll make him feel like a nigga on fire Everybody gotta go, it`s the truth So I figure while I`m waitin on my turn I`ma blow up the booth I seen niggaz in wheelchairs, eye patches and crutches Arm slings that came home to haze and dutches We can go there but need I shoot Put some holes in your Fila suit, you probably hurl when you see my Coupe I play the hood all the time cause I don`t give a fuck You can shoot me down but as long as I keep gettin up, WHAT! [Chorus] [50 Cent] Shootout shots ricochet, dots in that nigga dere When your time`s up, your time`s up, this is real shit On my balls `til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don`t fear man Wanna bang out let`s bang out, I don`t care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I`m more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I`m makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo`s From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I`m thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I`m big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-R-E [Chorus]
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