| Hahahahahaaa | |
| Yeah Nigga | |
| Whoo.. | |
| The Smoke of New York | |
| Get up, Come On! | |
| Ah! | |
| [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] | |
| There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you | |
| Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (whoooooo) | |
| Can front if you want to, but niggas who murk you'll (come on) | |
| Come to your tombstone and piss on your grave.. | |
| You a rider right, that ride tonight (come on) | |
| Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (come on) | |
| Nigga cock the steal, this is kill or be killed (come on) | |
| Nigga shit is real in the field... | |
| [Billy Danze Verse] | |
| What's the procedures nigga, when you got a hammer in your mouth? | |
| Will you lay down and cry, will you stand up and die | |
| Like the man that I am? *Fire!!* | |
| Yes Yes, give 'em the whole thang | |
| I'm a legend in the town, Nowww | |
| Since your all gangstered up lets get the f**k down | |
| Big Bill Danze an' I'm reppin' for Buck town | |
| Nigga see me dummin' im comin' clutchin' the pound | |
| Don't worry about my whereabouts | |
| We air um out, clear um out, Yes Yes | |
| The pressure's on now, you need to get your hammers up | |
| Th-th-th-th-th thats what's up | |
| You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up | |
| Brownsville, cl-cl-cl-cl-cl Clap it up! | |
| Fif put in the call.. | |
| We ready to brawl with every one of you all, Yes Yes | |
| [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] | |
| There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you | |
| Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (uh) | |
| So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you | |
| Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.. (yes) | |
| You a rider right, that ride tonight | |
| Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. (right) | |
| Nigga cock the steel (uh huh), this is kill or be killed (brrrrrrrr!!) | |
| Nigga shit is real in the field.. | |
| [Lil Fame Verse] | |
| You got these young niggaz hollerin "Murderer!!" | |
| Copper tops on my block like, blaka blaka blaka | |
| Niggas don't give a fuck.. | |
| I seen a nigga shoot my moms, right in front of my motherfuckin' face | |
| See in the 'ville, ain't no such a thing as a stray bullet | |
| When your index finger on the trigger and you pull it | |
| Slugs ain't never outta season (uh huh)... | |
| All you gotta do is give a motherfucker one reason (Uhh!) | |
| Blood stains on the cement.. | |
| Same place he stood, thats what they leave 'em | |
| Don't black it out, let's just squeezin' off with your gun (uh huh) | |
| 'Cause you gon' get your punk ass robbed with the young | |
| You know the drill... | |
| I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to bounce and you better not jump | |
| [3 gunshots] | 1.... Fuck that... .. Punk bitch!.. Rest in bits! |
| [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] | |
| There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you | |
| Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. | |
| So front if you want to (uh huh), but niggas who murk you | |
| Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.. | |
| You a rider right, down to ride tonight | |
| Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight.. | |
| Nigga cock the steel (uh huh), this is kill or be killed | |
| Nigga shit is real in the field.. |
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