[Chorus: Akon] Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh) And when I hit the block I still, will kill! And I dont want, niggaz but I will If I got to, kill! If niggaz get to fuckin' around
[50 Cent] Yeah... respect come from admiration and fear You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig You see the Testarosa, the toasters right on my lap So if a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal of infiltry I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what your friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler Koch schould tear hhave of your ass off I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playing The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain Get the message from my lines or get the message from the 9 Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!
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[50 Cent] Yeah... where I'm from death is always in the air homie Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me I come creepin' through the hood wearin' teflon Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on Niggaz know, if not they better check my background Try and stick me I'll fill your back with mac rounds Ask Preme nigga 50 don't "Back Down" I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line boy I'ma air ya ass out Screw your face at me I wanna know what that's 'bout Nigga I know you ain't mad, I done came up And if you are, fuck you cause I ain't changed up The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggaz And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggaz A minute of my time, get it cause I grind All across the globe like the world's mine, yeah!
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[Akon] Konvict Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance and seen the mac aimin' at your head mayne Before you know it, life is flashin' reminiscin and your body is drippin' and full of lead mayne I done been there (Uh huh) I done cocked that (Uh huh) It ain't ever been a question I'm bout that Don't go there, you'll get cocked at, And if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets With all the couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessy breeze, But 50 don't make me ride on these niggaz (Hey) Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggaz, 50 don't make me ride on these niggaz Cause I been long gone like the ripper, so...
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