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[50 Cent - Verse 1]Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicksWho you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?Well you can start, right before his ass get hitSo when I walk up you can see the shotgun spitFerrari roof go down, Lam doors go upI got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a boneIm still down to sell crack got a fiends homeGod bless the child with a flawless flowSay gave a nigga the talent to push blowlike a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams goWatch the stash grow, straight cash flowim a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime100 mill in my account and Im still on the grindWhen you aint in my clique, its hard to shineI mean talent like this is so hard to findG-Unit![Tony Yayo - Verse 2]I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get itMy truck bomb kitted an AK can hit itIm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whomSo Im gettin ass like a public bathroomI went from Rikers Island, to shows at the gardenAutomatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartinMy album about to drop in 7 daysBut I still poke a rapper at the VMA'sKilo's in a gram, PO's be my fansThat's why I'm overseas doin shows in JapanI got Gats from the future, see-through gunsSo when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you runNigga I flip my advance before I ran through itCuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluidMy dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben[Muder Mase - Verse 3]You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchenPut guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"We give for they knew who u was missin, niggaYou can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brainI have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya nameEven then I feel it's like cheat my menWatch God leave the sky to come and greet my menI pop niggas in the chest they never breathe againRoute 20 in the fitness see the streets againWhats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?Back guards face straight up with kinds of make upCuz eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boyYour nobody so no one will miss youQueens start to kickin' its too much to get throughLeave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritualWho wanna run up on me they get known quickI blackout then snatch your chrome cliqueLeavin' jail in '91, made Im homesickMove Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonementRaised in, caged in, let my ways spinFace wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian[Young Buck - Verse 4]A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoeAbout to kill these niggas with this New York flowSay one nigga name homie you gon' goYou in that Hot97 so New York knowI use to listen to Jada I've never listened to JoeI couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses goSeen Styles and Sheek out, doin promoI was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"I aint just get cold, see my block been hot50 give me the word, niggas would have been popFuck a interview nigga I get into you niggaEnough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga[Prodigy - Verse 5]Murder at its best, this is rap at its finestYou can see my verse, even if you the blindestMy raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit itAll ready, yeah that's right this is spaghettiHead mob niggas, my gun bomb niggasGo 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggasWhen I let off the whole Earth feel the effectsI mix CD's and treat 'em like album shitOur albums, we treat 'em like the president electionsOn our champagne campaign livin' up dressesOn the dance flo' the Hennessee it flowWhen you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blowWhen you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoesCuz its a gang of us and we ready to goCuz after the party after the party we get so drunkWe forget all about the next day hun[Havoc - Verse 6]Get it teflon don, AK-filledGet your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds youYeah little motherfucker put the hammer in dieselG-Unit Game Over this is only a previewNiggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggyThe coke in the pot rise to the top like dougyGot chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust mePlays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchyQB/Southside, if you wanted to TrestleMan your man is hot, you dont wanna get next toLike 50's beef is mine and mine is hisSee this serious, motherfuckin ask them kidsNiggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bidSell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt[Billy Danze - Verse 7]You about to witness an M.O.P thug outAnd for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, niggaFuck a warden I ring bells like a doormanSo all you motherfuckers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle upGround zero we never ran never will we fuck 'em upDude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin' with that homie Lloyd BanksWild gun style what the fuck y'all think..[Lloyd Banks - Verse 8]Niggas aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know thatNiggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clapAnd if he aint what he say, n everybody gon ratsJust rat, and catch your little body all ratsMatter'fact, I dont hang out with no lobby for rats (Nah)The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and YackIm in the club with the snub, this the part of the trackA stray from the K will take a part of ya hatIm gettin cake like you wouldnt believe but im acceptedBy mainstream America and good in the pieceNow niggaz wanna talk all greasy (why)Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know)Skip all chatter, and walk off EazyA milly will make your body looker look all measlyYa bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-lowDamn near broke a monolo for a photoI aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-NoMomma taught me better than that you go to go homeLook at me now, a product of povertyI cant watch the way I gotta decide a meThe 'hoods fulla hurt but that was a robberyCritics owe me an apologee, Im probablyA sixteen away from the lotteryMy niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta beIm wrapped up in a dome shit, cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come getIm 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em upI know niggas from 'round there and they dont check usAll of the niggas was fans when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas to come and get 'emOn my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'emThey Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzyAnd I move smooth with the wooden BenzyBlend in, niggas will body ya for a penBaby need food, baby momma need finYou know me, New York cap onBatman whip that I got off a rap songIm the fan with the illegal strap onTeflon n a wife beater n black onIts on![50 Cent talking..]Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent manIts going down, ya heard me?Niggas got me mad, ya talk, ya niggas got me all fucked up..Im finna kill few of you mother fuckers man..Know what Im sayin'? Watch ya niggas say somethin' smart out ya mouth, boyYou better stop usin' ya mouth, before I help you NOT be able to use ya mouth Mother fucker!
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