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Yeah, Shady, Hahahaha |
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G G G G G G G G-Unit |
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[Eminem] |
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Here we go again |
[50 Cent] |
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Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? |
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You can't understand how I get my dough |
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50 Cent I'm on fire cause Shady said so |
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I'm on fire |
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Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne |
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I just get on the track and try to set the tone |
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I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone |
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But don't compare me |
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I'm better off jus' left alone |
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And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales |
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I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself |
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Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12 |
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Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail |
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And livin wreckless |
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But if you go check my belt |
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You may see something else I used to protect myself |
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A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells |
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And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel |
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And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to |
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Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you |
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And I done seen a lot of people cross the line |
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But this motherfucker Ja musta lost his mind |
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That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX |
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Then he switched to 'Pac now he's tryna be him next |
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So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael |
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Juss keep singin' the same song, recycled |
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We'd all much rather get along and fight you |
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Me and Hailie danced to your songs we liked you |
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And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth |
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C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you |
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I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to |
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But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you |
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Killin' you fasta than you poppin' pill afta little pill of them tabs of that shit you on |
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But if you want it you got it you'd bump this shit too, if we ain't diss you on it |
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But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta |
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We bump heads wit any motherfucker that wants to |
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So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk? |
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When I walked up to you like, Ja what up dawg? |
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How come you didn't say you had a problem then? |
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When you was standin' there wit all your men, we coulda solved this then |
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I'ma grown man dawg come holla |
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All you did was slap hands, smile and swallow, |
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another one of them little X pills in front of me |
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And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be come on |
[50 Cent] |
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[Chorus] |
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I know you don't want it with me |
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You know you don't want it with me |
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You, talk an' you soon will see |
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You don't wanna bump heads with me |
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I know you don't want it with me |
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You, talk an' you soon you will see |
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You know you don't want it with me |
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[Tony Yayo] |
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You couldn't son me if my father helped you |
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My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you |
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Ja you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you |
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Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol |
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I clap at your ass with this chrome 38 |
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And put six thru your hats of seven 3/8 |
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Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you should shook night |
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I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike |
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You know and I know who took ya chain |
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You got robbed two times so ya ass is lame |
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I'm down to die for this shit all I need is bail |
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You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Seigel, bitch |
[50 Cent] |
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[Chorus] |
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I know you don't want it with me |
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You know you don't want it with me |
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You, talk an' you soon will see |
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You don't wanna bump heads with me |
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I know you don't want it with me |
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You, talk an' you soon you will see |
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You know you don't want it with me |
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[Lloyd Banks] |
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Fuck that I'm miles away |
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And these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand |
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I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man |
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Tellin' New York, even in Compton they understand |
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I'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate out tha game an'... |
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They see me more pop a boy for icey cuz I could |
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Shootin' guns for money you probably forgot your way around the hood |
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Bitch when you paranoid it's hard to make a song |
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Now you want it wit' us, half your artists got to make a point |
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Every magazine I own your on your knees takin' prayer picture |
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And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared bitches |
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You don't know nuttin' about what pain is sucka |
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I'll put your ass to the ground like a train conductor, muh'fucker |
[50 Cent] |
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[Chorus] |
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I know you don't want it with me |
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You know you don't want it with me |
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You, talk an' you soon will see |
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You don't wanna bump heads with me |
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I know you don't want it with me |
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You, talk an' you soon you will see |
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You know you don't want it with me |
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[Tony Yayo] |
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Yeah nigga yeah |
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Shady Aftermath G-Unit |
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Fuck you think they call us G Unit for |
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Cause we move units uhha |
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Don't think we ain't billin you for this motherfucking studio time |
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A matter a fact keep call it a 50 we'll call it even |