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[swizz beatz] Let’s get it started, get it started Let’s keep it started, keep it started Yeah, yeah, violater the album Go, go, go!! [l boogie] This
a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young, all that mean to me is that the hood die young, we call it the last days What you know about
20s in the juky drop top So never show love wit ya left hand You'll lose 5 liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on) (50 Cent) G Unit soliders (
'm here and it's clear I'm gonna flow so yo black Just get on up or yo get the bozak Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess It's the kid muther fucker and
gotta live off It's real yo but still yo, it's love here And it's felt by anybody that come here Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
whole world know it Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it Or get it blown from the
Boys bring it on home, bring it on home Bad Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a
lay on your back It's about guns and drugs and hoes and club x2 Cypress Hill made a nigga understand How I could just kill a man? Long Beach out of the
Guns in the air Can't hurt us again when you come aroung here When you come around here We got our guns Got our guns We got our guns Got our guns We got
guns boy Forty-five by my side No, the nigger dies Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P. Comin' up
Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me It
L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday
Pa, it's a wrap Put when your ass, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap For real, we straight thug it Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die young, all that mean to me Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last days What
do it Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it New York, they ain't ready for it A T L, they ain't ready for it Oh, oh, oh, they ain'
the whole world know it One take it to the streets let the whole world know it This the chance for your big career don't blow it Or get it blown from
