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[Verse 1]
I never make songs to disrespect woman
or to judge people about the way that they’re living
but the way I am is based on the life I was given
like them white boys; +Losing My Religion+
I used to be a christian and a political porn
the bible is right and all your native culture is wrong
next thing you know you telling me ‘bout making a song
come in the studio, and tell me that I’m making it wrong
pissed off ‘cause reality is making us strong
like the ghost of Timothy Mc Veigh making a bomb
‘ey yo Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is going on
these rap niggas made propaganda out of your song
but it’s the gong show, amature night at the apollo
my dick is like my music, but harder to swallow
so children follow me, like the pot piper
and sing the chorus in the air, with your blood in your lighter
(sing that shit nigga, right now)

[Chorus X 2]
You played yourself thinking your down with me
I end your life nigga, don’t fuck around with me
and if you kids can’t listen, then your bound to see
the way you get shot for crossing the boundary

[Verse 2]
The second verse is worse than the first and disrespects
script this specifically to keep people in check
Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me
but Landspeed, you ain’t fucking shit to me
and underground labels know that I don’t trust you
your only independent till your major, so fuck you
and if your pissed off ‘cause you think that I dissed you
I rape your moms and we can make this a personal issue
+Dance With The Devil+ remember that your not on my level
stupid your not ready, I won Disypher, Pragging Rights from Rocksteady
and practically every battle that they got in New York
and I still murder rappers on the street for sport
Doctor Giateen cutting you short little man
but you don’t give me props ‘cause I never won at Scripple Jam
well fuck you, I hope somebody you love dies, so fuck your crew
and fuck your family too, Technique’s at it bitch
What the fuck you gonna do

[Chorus X 2]

(Yeah, Wrap it up on these niggaz, wrap it up, Yeah)

[Verse 3]
Immortal Technique insinuate degenerate fags
burn tretlock, wrapped in his confederate flag
I got the Beretta with my face wrapped in a rag
so put the African slave juvelery in the bag
motherfuckers tell me, that a diamond is forever
but is it worth the blood of Malcolm and Mekka evers?
house niggas get your head sevet? trying to be thug
you don’t concern me, I’m trying to hurt the people you love
Word of Mouth is I’m in the club being sneaky
I’m like the body snatchers in your girl as getting sleepy
I murder you indiscreetly, right at the source
like the roman leech and Anit stabbed Christ on the cross
this is about Judo, it ain’t about Jesus
and you shouldn’t fucking talk about telekenesis
nigga please, moving shit with your mind
try moving ya moms out the projects with your rhymes
and next time, I’m coming after ‘cual quiera’ profanity
fucking ‘carajo maldita mierda’
roll up ‘de hierva, i pasala, para la isquierda’
put the price up to listen to me pop shit
‘cause I got Martha Steward giving me stop tips
underground money with honeys up in the whip
Bangbus.com, nigga fucking your bitch

Yeah, played yourself nigga
fuck all ya, you don’t know shit about me
why open ya mouth and discuss who the fuck I am
I thought I told ya niggaz on volume one, I wasn’t fucking around
you just slept, cuz you sold a few thousand units in the golden era
when niggaz would buy anything on the shelf
but those days are through, and you are through with them

“Rowdy Rowdy” - 50 Cent

[50 Cent]
Yo LA niggas are the rowdy niggas
New Orleans niggas is rowdy nigga
D.C. niggas is some rowdy niggas
New York Niggas is the fucking wildest nigga

Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son I ain’t even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
The bitch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
now you heartbroke, that’s what you get for loving them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it’s like a stickup kid
running round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bitch that won’t blow dick
It’s like a rollie with no ice, a gambling spot with no dice
Like fucking supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice
I murder any mic device, for the right price, I’m nice
I only say things once, never twice, don’t fuck with me

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

St. Louis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggas is bout it bout it
If they say they gonna kill you nigga, don’t you doubt it
Got your gun, well don’t leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown niggas is bout it bout it
They’ll kill you and act like they don’t know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it

[50 Cent]
Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
I bet niggas will stand around saying “Damn who did that?”
I’m the type nigga to dare you to touch the ?
I’m the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back
I’m F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T
Caress the ass gently, and back up Bentleys
You thought she was pimping, son I was in the Hamptons
in a heart shaped hot tub with the bitch flappin
I plan to take over New York and start expanding
Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung “I’m Jammin’”
Nigga fuck with my cash and I’m gonna blast yo’ ass
Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ??
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I’m gonna find yo’ ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain’t playing with you, I want my money motherfucker

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so get the fuck up outta hear, you heard?
I run with niggas that spray and strip and say that shit
You won’t let us pump on your block, fuck it, we making it hot
I’m that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry niggas with me straight from the street
Cause these industry niggas are startin to look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My niggas live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep shit low cause niggas heard of you

[Chorus 2X]

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