IntroHahahahahaaaYeah NiggaThe Smoke of New YorkGet up Come On50 Cent ChorusThere's nowhere to run to when death becomes yousome say your soul may burn in the flame..So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk youcome to your tombstone and piss in your grave.You a rider right, that ride tonightnigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonightnigga cock the steal this is kill or be killednigga shit is real in the fieldVerse 1Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouthwhen you laid down and cry, when you stand up and dielike the man that i am, Fireeeeee!Yes Yes, give um the whole thangim a legend in the town, Nowwwsince your all gangstered up lets get the fuck downBig Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck townnigga see me dummin' im comin clutchin the pounddont worry about my whereaboutswe air um out, clear um out, Yes Yesthe pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up-th-th-th thats what's upyou too tough nigga, you dun rap it upBrownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!Fif put in the call.we ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes50 Cent ChorusThere's nowhere to run to when death becomes yousome say your soul may burn in the flame.So front if you want to but niggaz who murk youcome to your tombstone and piss in your graveYou a rider right, that ride tonightnigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killednigga shit is real in the fieldVerse 2You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer!copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blakaniggaz dont give a fucki seen a nigga shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfuckin facesee in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bulletwhen your index finger on the trigger and you pull itslugs aint never outta seasonall you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reasonblood stains on the ceilin'same place he stood, thats what they leave umdont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your guncuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the youngyou know the drilli'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not chark1 Fuck that. 3 gunshots Ah bitch! Rest in bits50 Cent ChorusThere's nowhere to run to when death becomes yousome say your soul may burn in the flameSo front if you want to but niggaz who murk youcome to your tombstone and piss in your graveYou a rider right, that ride tonightnigga you gon ride or you gon' die tonight..nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killednigga shit is real in the field
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Intro
Hahahahahaaa
Yeah Nigga
The Smoke of New York
Get up Come On
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame..
So front if you want to, but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field
Verse 1
Whats the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth
when you laid down and cry, when you stand up and die
like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
im a legend in the town, Nowww
since your all gangstered up lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town
nigga see me dummin' im comin clutchin the pound
dont worry about my whereabouts
we air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes
the pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up
-th-th-th thats what's up
you too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
Fif put in the call.
we ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame.
So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field
Verse 2
You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer!
copper chops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka
niggaz dont give a fuck
i seen a nigga shoot my momz, right in front of my motherfuckin face
see in the 'ville, aint such a thing as a straight bullet
when your index finger on the trigger and you pull it
slugs aint never outta season
all you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason
blood stains on the ceilin'
same place he stood, thats what they leave um
dont black it out, lets just squeezn off with your gun
cuz you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young
you know the drill
i'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not chark
1 Fuck that. 3 gunshots Ah bitch! Rest in bits
50 Cent Chorus
There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you
some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to but niggaz who murk you
come to your tombstone and piss in your grave
You a rider right, that ride tonight
nigga you gon ride or you gon' die tonight..
nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
nigga shit is real in the field
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