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Lyrics:

(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha!

Chours: If some shots happen to go off tonight

Don't worry about me I be alright

Necks to waist down they firin at me

because I'm God's child there's angels around me

Chours x 2

Verse 1(Young Buck)

Life can't be this

and then you die this couldn't be worse

I either dump eat or sleep or snatch this purse

clip hangin out the side of my car kunive

my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride!

I ain't scared if i die it was meant to be

He might see it for ya'll before he see it for me

gun butt you with the back of the beretta

the 357 or the black mackelletta!

We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots

We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks

Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll

you can run but they coming through them country walls

Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at

think he dope I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack

when you here that click clack

betta get back quick

one to the death make niggas do back flips

Chours x 2

Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$)

Yeah I know you niggas want me to get Hurt

get lowered in the dirt

in an all black button down shirt

call and see to the dome

where lil' niggas don't get to see disney land

they settle for a funeral home

the only hoes that know that the leads hot

prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot

the bigger the rim the bigger the tire

hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire

Everybody got to know it's the truth

so i figure while i'm waitin on my turn i'ma blow up the booth

I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches

arm slings that came home to train conductors

we can roll it but need i shoot

put some holes in your Fila suit

you'll probably url when uyou see my coupe

I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck!

Nigga can shoot me down as long as i keep gettin up what!

Chours x 2

Verse 3(50 Cent)

Shoot up shots with the shed

doc say that nigga dead

when your times up your times up this is real shit

t'ma ball til my number fall say a praier hopin god there

look i odn't fear man

only thang out let's bang out I don't care man

an eye for an eye my perfect to perfections

I'll have you sprayin automatics in every direction

blew me lew me loco nut case oh no

i'm more like teh kid who put the game i na choke hold.

you stunt it I stop it

I make it a profit

Everytime you hear my vocals coming out them low lows

from L.A. to N.Y. on a red eye

Teflone in my luggage you got to love it

I'm thuggin' streets like my penatentary proster

got me out sellin' niggas whole fuckin' rosters

i'm Big in New york Like B.I.G.

plus i rolls with some B.R.E!