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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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