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Hahahahahaaa |
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Yeah Nigga |
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Whoo.. |
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The Smoke of New York |
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Get up, Come On! |
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Ah! |
| [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] |
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There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you |
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Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (whoooooo) |
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Can front if you want to, but niggas who murk you'll (come on) |
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Come to your tombstone and piss on your grave.. |
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You a rider right, that ride tonight (come on) |
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Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (come on) |
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Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed (come on) |
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Nigga shit is real in the field... |
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[Billy Danze Verse] |
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What's the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth? |
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Will you lay down and cry, will you stand up and die |
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Like the man that I am? *Fire!!* |
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Yes Yes, give 'em the whole thang |
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I'm a legend in the town, Nowww |
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Since your all gangstered up lets get the f**k down |
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Big Bill Danze an' I'm reppin' for Buck town |
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Nigga see me dummin' im comin' clutchin' the pound |
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Don't worry about my whereabouts |
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We air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes |
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The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up |
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Th-th-th-th-th thats what's up |
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You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up |
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Brownsville, cl-cl-cl-cl-cl Clap it up! |
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Fif put in the call.. |
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We ready to brawl with every one of you all, Yes Yes |
| [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] |
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There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you |
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Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (uh) |
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So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you |
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Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.. (yes) |
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You a rider right, that ride tonight |
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Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (right) |
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Nigga cock the steel (uh huh), this is kill or be killed (brrrrrrrr!!) |
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Nigga shit is real in the field.. |
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[Lil Fame Verse] |
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You got these young niggaz hollerin "Murderer!!" |
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Copper tops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka |
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Niggas don't give a fuck.. |
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I seen a nigga shoot my moms, right in front of my motherfuckin' face |
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See in the 'ville, ain't no such a thing as a stray bullet |
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When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it |
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Slugs ain't never outta season (uh huh)... |
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All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason (Uhh!) |
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Blood stains on the cement.. |
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Same place he stood, thats what they leave 'em |
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Don't black it out, let's just squeezin' off with your gun (uh huh) |
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'Cause you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young |
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You know the drill... |
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I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not jump |
| [3 gunshots] |
1.... Fuck that... .. Punk bitch!.. Rest in bits! |
| [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] |
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There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you |
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Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. |
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So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggas who murk you |
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Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.. |
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You a rider right, down to ride tonight |
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Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. |
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Nigga cock the steel (uh huh), this is kill or be killed |
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Nigga shit is real in the field.. |