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50 cent free musiclyrics, pop music, film, discography, camera, americanmusic, wrestling, cent, speak english, newsletter, tego calderon music song lyrics, daz, bitch with your name on her breastUp to set up your deathWe watch your ass for ten monthsIf we gots em (yeah)Then the first mistake you make (see them)Mother fucker we criticism gots you (got em)We do it so coldWe make your niggaz think they saw a ghostYou untouchable niggaz don’t even know we so close(right next to you nigga)Coast to coast, we spread so rapidlyMan, the niggaz sittin next to you answer to meCause we criticism can touch you when we want toSo watch your tongueWe listenin closely manY’all know have no oneWe got gunsPlus criticism the ones that pac left (uh-huh)We got enemiesPlus the ones that pac left (uh-huh)We bang thug life, outlawCause that’s our job (yeah, yeah)We backed by the mobAnd we hittin these niggaz hardSo what? Chorus    # A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Kottonmouth Kings Pimp Twist That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door What you got D-Toke?
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I be yellin really my eyesNiggaz kill me when they nod newsletter like they really alive[kastro - verse 4]You ain’t shit without your homeboysY’all ain’t no grown boysI feel it all and no voiceNow you stuck with no choiceGet on the ground, give up your propertyIt’s like monopolyWith jersey mob this time, they’re ain’t a mother fucker stoppin meThat’s why I pop three in my throatWait for my shit to drop and it’s murder she wroteForgot to pull it closeAnd I got enough to go around for everybody challenginGuns, never silence, I’m still wildin like allenAnd newsletter mister newsletter jeru, well it’s mob. all that deep shitYou can keep itFuck frontin, I ain’t never kept a secretMy dog’s swift, doin the hard shift in the jailI’m still sendin the mailWe livin’ in hellMy mom dukes told me ’life is what you make it’So watch yours closeAnd the outlawz will fuck around and take itI got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for halfI’ll get em for thiry that’s why I dump at lastChorus[napolean - verse 5]We catch niggaz at the stop lightAnd do what’s not rightIt’s worked for centuriesTo the og’s and peace gitesWe seat night, and we run through your chestGot a
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