**NOTE: This Remixed Music Video is made with non-profit and does not represent another company. This is purely made for the fans. Credited to G-Unit/Interscope, Cashville Records

[Young Buck:]
G-Unit!!!
Yeah...
You Better Kill Me
50, Lemme Get These Niggas
(Get 'Em Buck!!!)

I Brush My Teeth, Load My Clip, And Go Bust My Heat
I'm In Too Deep, I Can't Say Fuck The Streets
I Need Some Sleep, The Fiends Still Comin'
Bush 'Bout To Blow This Bitch Up
Better Get Money, Dead Bodies Get Picked Up On Daily Routines Now
I'm David In Teen's Now
Niggas We're Digital, But They Work Triple Beams Now
I'm Livin' For Me Now, Cuz I Done Went To War With The Other Side
Lucky Me, Cuz The Enemies Mother And Brother Died
Hot Shot Gun Shell's And Teflon Chest Plate's
It's Tatt'ed On My Arm Nigga, Thugin' Till My Death Day
Ya'll Niggas Just Wait, Right After My Court Date
It's Gonna Get Grimey, Like New York Say
Bitch Niggas Horse Play, Real Niggas Gon' Spray
Bang The Fo', Change Clothes, And Come Back The Same Day
Better Holla Mayday, Cuz We Comin'
And We Gunnin At Any Muthafucka Want Sumthin

[chorus]

[2pac]
No insanity plea for me, I rather beef til I burn
Censor me and bar your kids from the lessons I learned
And in turn I'm hostile guess you could call me anti-social
Niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when I approach em
Try to politic, before I smoke em, like Sun Zu
Niggaz do unto these snitches, before it's done to you
And if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
And if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggaz mourn me? Gettin blowed out
High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
Strikes, walkin close to my third, I live a trouble life
And if you dream be a part of my team
From Long Beach to Queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
Keep yo' eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
Either heaven or jail, it's still hell 4 a hustler

[chorus]

[the notorious big]
i'm hard, jehovah said i'm barred from the pearly gates
fuck him, I didn't wanna go to heaven anyway
but my momma got me on my knees
with my hands gripped
talkin about some praise the lord shit
Hail Mary fuck her, I never knew her
I'll probably probably screw her
and dump her body in the sewer
Our father, my pops stuck up dope spots
big black and mean with the fifth by the caradeims
What you expected from his next of kin?
huh, I'm loco bro but ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from this Smith and Wesson is depressin
Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question!
How many shots does it take
to make my heart stop and my body start to shake?

[chorus]

[young buck]
I'm Already Dead, Can't Kill Me Nigga
And Even If I Do Die, I'm Still Gon' Kill Ya
Im Unfamiliar With Alot Of These Soldiers
I Go Out In The Road, And Niggas Think That It's Over
Runnin, The Fiends All Puttin Too Much Soda On The D'
You Would Think Niggas Know, Cuz They Older Than Me
Been Here Longer Than Me, And Still Peace'n A Ounce Out
How Can Ya' Be A Birdman, If You Don't Know How To Count
It's Back To The Black Gloves, And Home Invasions
Puttin Holes In A Nigga, The Size Of A Gold Dayton
No I'm Not Waitin On Nothin, No More
Eather You Pay Me What You Owe Me, Or I'm Cuttin Ya Throat
Nigga Ya Baby Momma Know Me, Go And Ask The Hoe
How I Done Tied Her Ass Up Over A Bag Of Dope
I'll Be Glad To Go To The Pen Over Revenge
I'm Comin' Out The Same Way, A Nigga Went In

[Chorus]

Boom!, G-Unit!!!, We On Some Military Shit Nigga
You Better Kill Us All, Cuz We Commin'
Muthafucka's!

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