Dmx
The Great Depression
you don't live that Ja rule diss feat:50 cent
{50cent}
rrrrrrrrrrrrrr....
yeah,Movin over i done told ya boy,
I'm a G-unit muthafuckin soldier boy,
when ya gonna get it in your brain the gates wide open and the dog is off the chain,
[verse 1 50cent]
I'll be that youngin wit that gun that's tellin you stop frontin,i'll be that youngin on the run after i pop something, in the bible i read death is at a tongue, and if you talk about death enough death is gonna come,J taught me how to flow they shot him in the head, Randy ass was there now he's runnin scared, some say i'm gangsta, some say i'm crazy, if you ask me i'll say i'm what the hood made me, now i can stunt till my assdead broke like jt or put a hundred-gran on any nigga head that play me, see i'm cool with them haitian mob niggas to say side by say my roulette and rob niggas the media be tryin to make a nigga look bad wat up with that see my flicknext to pre-pappy and cad and montanna i'll kill'em with the grammar i enhanced in the slammer after banging them hammers X whats up
[Chours DMX]
if yoou don't live that than you shouldn't say that cause what comes out ya mouth will get you shot,plenty of money around and we don't play that get in my line will get you shot,we know were you hang and we know were you stay at, that bullshit you want will get you shot, theres a few clicks that you shouldn't play with, G-unit Ruff Riders will get you shot
[verse 2 DMX]
What that nigga talkin bout think you playin with Double R G-unit the sam ol' shit put the faggets in the ring and watch them all quit all you niggas are pussy suck my dick aint nothing but handful of man still standing i remmember 50 in a syphil when honest was slammin now we meet agian it's all good my nigga back to the street agian it's all hood my nigga knock on wood my nigga we both walk the dog we aint get to were we at by love the shit was hard but once we got through thetrial it's all smiles til' a bitch type nigga all of a sudden get wild, now why you got to go and take me back to where i came from i'm a make you remmember where you know my name from 45th street and blap blap ave i done ran through your crew and only let off half nigga
[chours 50 cent]
[verse 3 ?]
if ya head aint off of ya shoulders, you aint get shot you got nipped nigga [just niped] cause if my chrome hit a piece of ya boneit's gonna do more than chip nigga [alot more than that] what the fuck is the problem the porsche is red the buckets is armin thirty shot hand guns the gutter is starvin, niggas like me might rush your appartment, blood stains will fuck up your carpet,brain on the window i smell murder every time that the wind blow tie him to the chair and knock out his chin bone i don't wan't the crown i ain't sellin up

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