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(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha!Chours: If some shots happen to go off tonightDon't worry about me I be alrightNecks to waist down they firin at mebecause I'm God's child there's angels around meChours x 2Verse 1(Young Buck)Life can't be thisand then you die this couldn't be worseI either dump eat or sleep or snatch this purseclip hangin out the side of my car kunivemy eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride!I ain't scared if i die it was meant to beHe might see it for ya'll before he see it for megun butt you with the back of the berettathe 357 or the black mackelletta!We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shotsWe use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocksGot them shells with them green tips just for ya'llyou can run but they coming through them country wallsBank$ drop me off show me where he live atthink he dope I'ma put 6 in this 6 packwhen you here that click clackbetta get back quickone to the death make niggas do back flipsChours x 2Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$)Yeah I know you niggas want me to get merkedget lowered in the dirtin an all black button down shirtcall and see to the domewhere lil' niggas don't get to see disney landthey settle for a funeral homethe only hoes that know that the leads hotprepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shotthe bigger the rim the bigger the tirehollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fireEverybody got to know it's the truthso i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the boothI seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruchesarm slings that came home to train conductorswe can roll it but need i shootput some holes in your Fila suityou'll probably url when uyou see my coupeI 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 2Verse 3(50 Cent)Shoot up shots with the sheddoc say that nigga deadwhen your times up your times up this is real shitt'ma ball til my number fall say a praier hopin god therelook i odn't fear manonly thang out let's bang out I don't care manan eye for an eye my perfect to perfectionsI'll have you sprayin automatics in every directionblew me lew me loco nut case oh noi'm more like teh kid who put the game i na choke hold.you stunt it I stop itI make it a profitEverytime you hear my vocals coming out them low lowsfrom L.A. to N.Y. on a red eyeTeflone in my luggage you got to love itI'm thuggin' streets like my penatentary prostergot me out sellin' niggas whole fuckin' rostersi'm Big in New york Like B.I.G.plus i rolls with some B.R.E!Chorus x 2
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