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[50 Cent] 

Every hood we go through 

All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what) 

We hold it down like we supposed to 

Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin' them thangs 



[50 Cent] 

After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out. 

I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout 

Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks 

You see back in the hood it's cuz I see they fake 

I preach a sermon about the paper like I'm cut flow a dollar 

I'll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar 

I'm confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya. 

Missy's freaky and Brandy's shy, uh 

Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up. 

I'm on now, god damn it I done came up. 

Now you could find me with the finest hoes. 

Choosin' which whip to drive by what match my clothes. 

I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man 

If I ain't gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man 

Get outta line and I'm lightin' your ass up. 

Semi-automatic spray, I'll tighten your ass up (What) 



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[Lloyd Banks] 

Slow down little nigga 

Don't exceed your speed 

Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league 

I got connects so I don't need no weed 

I've been in LA for a year now 

So I don't see no seeds 

After I'm done you clappin' the crew 

Hell yeah, I fuck fans 

Guess what your favorite rapper does too 

In a minute I'ma have the Jew to makin' my rims spin 

My crew run wild at the Jamaica's at Kingston 

Nothin' but bling bling in ya face boy 

That's why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore 

I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra 

She had my balls head first just like a soccer star 

You can only stand next to the man if you proper 

Ya'll take care of birds like a animal doctor 

Been out and I'm buzzin' niggas just slept on me 

So I'm out for revenge like one of bin laden's cousins 



[Young Buc] 

Read the paper, look at the news 

We one the front page 

Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK's on the stage 

The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin' 

So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button 

G-Unit getting' money 

I know some artists is starvin' 

But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny 

I know you see me comin' 

Cuz on the front of the Maybach 

It say payback for those who hated on me 

I hate when niggas claim they bangin' a gang 

You ain't no crip like snoop 

You ain't no blood like gang 

See I've been having beef 

I have my own bullet proof vest 

Most of my enemies dead I got about two left 

Until my last breath I'm sendin' niggas bullet holes 

Innocent bystanders get hit tryin' to be heroes 

You know how we roll 

Every where that we go 

It's fo' fos', calicos, and desert eagles (yeah) 



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