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(feat. G-Unit) |
| [50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking] |
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[Hook] |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! |
| [50 Cent] |
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It's a fact homie, eagles don't fly in flocks |
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But the eagles I got own sixteen shots |
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Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word |
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I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird |
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Now what New York ******s know about country grammar |
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Not much, but we know how to bang them hammers |
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When I pull out that thing, you better break yourself |
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Or win a trip to ICU, and you can take yourself |
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If you lucky mother******, I'm solider I told ya |
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Push ya ************t back, put my knife through ya six pack |
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Gat bust, adrenaline rush, blowin' the dust |
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Five point O, burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch |
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You thought them other ******s was hot, I'm turnin' it up |
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This the blueprint, ****** are you learnin' or what |
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You done told me you respect me, now tell me I'm the nicest |
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Admit it ******, I'm a mid-life crisis |
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[Hook] |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin') |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) |
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[Lloyd Banks] |
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It's like ******s rate the respect of who gat bigger |
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Banks been blowin' on purple stuff before that fat ****** |
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Henny's make dollars, and dollars make death threats |
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I'm doin' remixes to bulletproof the Lex next |
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Duck ******, everdays war |
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I'm heavy on sports, to my draw like NBA's store |
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Don't make me send the piece at you |
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I'll have your man walk around with another rest in peace tattoo |
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Look creampuff, you can get killed here |
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****** you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair |
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I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star |
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So I'mma ****** all fifty fans |
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Look, whether you like it or not, right in ya spot |
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All in your grill, wearin' the crown, airin' em down |
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We're in the pound puttin' fare in the clown |
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I'm running with gangstas, don't make one of em shank ya |
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[Hook] |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I got the rep of a villian, the weapon concealin') |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang |
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(I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) |
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[Tony Yayo] |
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I'mma ride with my rap ************t and my body armor |
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Ride like a Taliban suicide bomber |
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Four five six feet, I off ya feet |
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I kill ya with a pillow when you fall asleep |
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Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em |
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Give it up, Burger King is hirin' |
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You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a lot |
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Talkin' to the jakes, you bound to get shot |
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I used to watch Big Bird and Scooby Doo |
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Now I'm choppin' big birds and them bundles too |
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For that Master P money, that shoppin' spree money |
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That coke, that ****** and that ecstasy money |
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I'm tryin' to build empires across the state line |
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So move like vampires, never see me in the daytime |
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I jump out with a nina and a mack |
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I have you like Khia, my neck, my back |
