[50 Cent] G-UNIT! Haha.. haha
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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
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[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]
