[50 Cent]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain´t no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

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They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain´t about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I´ll stop ´em from talking like that

[50 Cent]
I´m the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain´t on the shit that I´m on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I´m marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon´ eat and you gon´ starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I´ll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain´t used to a G like you, BLAM!

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[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay ´em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I´m John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there´s no more bullets in the chamber
Ain´t nothing like when you get popped and don´t know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas ´fore 50 couldn´t even hold me
I´m waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don´t discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya´ll, motherfuckers!

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[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain´t here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that´ll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don´t understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I´m anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
´Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you´ll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There´s only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

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