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g-unit killer (50 cent diss) - black child lyrics

[intro: 2pac & black child]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
oh sh*t
caught that n*gga alone
uh huh
ay uh
this one here is ah
for them n*ggas that be johnny dangerous when they be f*ckin’ fifty deep
yeah
but they be f*ckin’ cowards when they by theyself
you know who i’m talkin’ ’bout (word to god)
the g*y unit
you know who i’m talkin’ ’bout
that’s right
f*ggot motherf*ckers, it’s murda

[chorus: black child & 2pac]
you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys
that’s right on the east side
on west side, let’s ride it’s yo life (you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys)
you ain’t gorillas, you’s a squealer
i’ma gorilla, g*unit k!ller my nilla

[verse 1: 2pac]
every time i see you cats your rollin’ in packs
for thе life of me i cannot see why he don’t know how to act
lovе to clown when you deep
but when you on that solo creep
out on the streets you don’t hear a peep
n*gga it’s a god d*mn shame, somebody explain
why they sent (the g*unit) play a grown man’s game
tear that ass out the frame, completely get that ass kicked
woke up on the street but you’ll be sleepin’ in the casket
how long will it last, n*gga don’t ask, just be first to blast
outlaw on the mash tryna be the first to see some cash
my sh*t’s classic, like my n*gga nate
go get the tape, we keep the nation antic*p*tin’ until we break
money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
n*ggas aimin’ at my head but i still wear my vest (yes)
i don’t give a f*ck motherf*ckers i’m loc
they all duckin’ when my gun smoke
[chorus: black child & 2pac]
you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys
that’s right on the east side
on west side, let’s ride it’s yo life (you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys)
you ain’t gorillas, you’s a squealer
i’ma gorilla, g*unit k!ller my nilla (you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys)
who 50 cent
little boy banks
tony mayo (you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys)
i somethin’ y’all n*ggas ain’t
who the task force
or the fbi
let ask you n*gga
you really ready to die

[verse 2: black child]
now e’rybody wan’ do songs wit big
if he was alive he wouldn’t do songs wit a snitch
he a have gutter kidnap your kids
f*ck ’em in the ass and throw ’em over the bridge
that’s how it is, gats don’t have to bust
cremate you and smoke your ashes splashed with dust
murder inc. n*gga
that’s what’s up
and ain’t nuttin’ poppin’ off after us
n*gga say we gon’ murk 50 how?
he probably ridin’ around wit police right now
5 dime gravano and donnie brasco of rap
the only n*gga wit a felony and a legal gat
p*ssy this is desert eagle rap
wherever i see you, i’ma leave you at
ashes to ashes, in gats we trust
and tell your backup “stop harassin’ us”
[chorus: black child & 2pac]
you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys
that’s right on the east side
on west side, let’s ride it’s yo life (you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys)
you ain’t gorillas, you’s a squealer
i’ma gorilla, g*unit k!ller my nilla (you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys)
who 50 cent
little boy banks
tony mayo (you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys)
i somethin’ y’all n*ggas ain’t
who the task force
or the fbi
let ask you n*gga
you really ready to die

[outro: black child]
motherf*cker
word to god
n*gga
why when sumthin’ happen police run and they wan’ protect you
all the n*ggas battlin’ and all the n*ggas beefin’
they wan’ offer you protection n*gga
f*ck is goin’ on
then you get shot and you go recruit
little kids and sh*t, start givin’ little kids guns and sh*t
n*ggas k!llin’ off theyself man, you’s a f*ckin’ clown man
you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys dog
fbi
the one 13
the one o 3rd
you know all them f*ckin’ cops you roll wit
five*o
you know police wan’ be famous
it’s murda

- black child lyrics

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