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G-Unit

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    All I see is dead people
    Come through the hood, niggas starving
    If you ain't tryna pay what I'm charging
    All I see is dead people
    I ain't doing no arguing
    No deals, I ain't giving no bargains
    My glock 9 give you 16 ways to die - choose one
    Give it to ya how you want it
    My.45 give you 32 ways to die - choose one
    It's shoot 'em up bang, bang, shit, we still on it, nigga

    Every day a star's rising
    It ain't no love here, but your heart's tied in
    Soul's slipping, sparks flying
    Masterpieces is an art dying
    Crime release, we break apart lying
    Man down, the parts crying
    Tears of joys heal a real mccoy
    Bury your worries, don't wonder who rides for ya
    Know yourself, relax and study
    Bloody your uniform, no rest, keep moving on
    Anybody who do you wrong, wrong turn, it's on

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    Somebody chain got took, somebody life got lost
    Somebody water not working, somebody lights cut off
    I watched my partner od in '03 in front of me
    Took the plea, went on a spree, damn near did the whole ki
    Paranoid, nose dirty, 'bout to go for them thirty
    You keep saying he's hurting, now all his homies is worried
    Second-guessing this gangster, they don't know what he said
    They don't know what he told, but now you know that he dead

    I'm in them trenches like I'm a marine sniper in his gillie suit
    Hk, sk, turn niggas vegetable
    Live past 22 like climbing mount everest with one shoe or flip-flop
    Middle finger to the opp'
    Bacon, egg and cheese at my clip from last night
    Smoking, think about that drama from last night
    Emotion in your mind, love and hate cause casualty
    These old dogs wack in that cave mentality

    Dope boy salary, block ground athlete
    Move so much weight I lost a couple calories
    The palms sells the size of deep batteries
    Get hit like jay rock when that fat nigga squeeze
    My homie kenny booth doing life over 8 racks
    He broke down in court when they played the tape back
    I’m from mazant, 6 shots, I ate that
    Now I won't pay back, let my kids slay that

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