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アーティスト:G-Unit 

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(50 Cent - Verse 1) Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless flow Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go Watch the pussy grow, straight cash flow im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime 100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind When you aint in my clique, its hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit! (Tony Yayo - Verse 2) I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it My truck an AK can hit it Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin My album about to drop in 7 days But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fans That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan I got Gats from the future, see-through guns So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run Nigga I flip my advance before I ran through it 'cause that money turn haters into that barmen fluid My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10 Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben (Muder Mase - Verse 3) You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin' Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?" We give for they knew who u was missin, nigga You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name Even then I feel it's like cheat my men Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up? Back guards face straight up with kinds of make up 'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80 I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!" Quick as I see its you, bullets will hit you, boy Your nobody so no one will miss you Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual Who wanna run up on me they get known quick I blackout then snatch your chrome clique Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian (Young Buck - Verse 4) A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe About to kill these niggas with this New York flow Say one nigga name homie you gon' go You in that Hot97 so New York know I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!" I aint just get cold, see my block been hot 50 give me the word, niggas would have been pop F**k a interview nigga I get into you nigga Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga (Prodigy - Verse 5) Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest You can see my verse, even if you the blindest My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections On our champagne campaign livin' up dresses


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