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Intro 1
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Verse 1
Yeah,
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50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck,
Ch -ch -ch -ch -cheez -you,
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Nick, ha ha
Vacate your home,
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I come to break your bones
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America's nightmare, we at it again
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A desert eagle and a black
Mac -10
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They'll never know what happened
when we come through
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Them cowards don't want none
They screamin' that they murderers
But walkin' with no guns
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Come here, nigga, don't run
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Or die where you standin'
See, I'm holdin' on this cannon
And your life I'm demandin'
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Put the pipe to your melon
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And your brains on the pavement
These niggas is talkin'
Thinkin' security gon' save em'
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When homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes
And tell you we don't
know who did it
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Corrupted my street corner
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by shooting at the police
the fiends up all night
and the neighbors getting no sleep
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you better get used to it
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you know how we do it
shady out the mouth in the scope
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and g -unit
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man
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i told y 'all my first dread joint
i am loco better than so -so
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This means a no -no,
I perfected the slow flow
In D .C. they dance to go -go,
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in L .A. they ride on lolos
G -unit in the house, oh no,
you ain't ready, it's heavy
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Sixty -five city, old school rollin',
Twenty inches spinnin' from the beginning,
we winnin'
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Gators masqueradin', we pimpin',
we not pretendin'
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Drop top, clock clock,
ready for the drama
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Pistons pop, cops shot,
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I'm heavy with them llamas
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Non -stop, make it hot,
we on top regardless
You can be the hardest,
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we'll just be the smartest
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I warn you not to start us,
you're not your average artist
My bitch is like a goddess,
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I'm poppin' out to spot us
It's flick after flick,
same old shit that I kick
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We got action when you don't
Show our faces where you won't
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Guess who's back, motherfucker,
a gun and a clip
Ready to smack up on these suckers
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You can try any one of my shoes on,
none of them fit
Your hunnid's a shoulder,
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I'll tell your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars
and a quarter,
a couple cars and a lawyer
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Count on packin' a bitch
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and I'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick,
who the hell you thought it was?
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I can't af ford it cuz
and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and
and someone is gushin'
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Surprise, just givin' up the buns
on the cushion
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suckin' me off the rest of the evening
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And I'm leavin' on to the next city
Stash box in the bus
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so I can bring a text with me
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I got a blow cause I'm getting older,
you niggas ain't getting over
G -U -N -E -T
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We got action where you don't
Show our faces where you won't
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High tech, nigga
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Outro 1
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