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July 5, 2008 -- SOUTH JORDAN -- Police were looking Thursday morning for at least one man in connection with a bank robbery and were investigating whether he could...

... animal rights activists and member secretary of Nayagarh chapter of Maneka Gandhi led 'People for Animal' organisation, Mr Sanjeeb Das accused that certain police officers are hand in gloves with illegal cattle traders. ...

"I'm Supposed To Die Tonight" [Intro - 50 Cent] Ah man You know where the niggas be at right? Take me to 'em [Chorus - 50 Cent:] All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' I'm supposed to die tonight niggas come put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay I'm down to ride tonight We rolling, whip stolen, AK loaded I'm down to ride tonight We smokin', straight locin', locked and loaded Somebody gon' die tonight [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] This is nothin' new, I been in the position before Grandma crib, niggas outside of her door Different day, same shit, old mac, new clip Thirty two hollow tips, gloves, no rubber grip I'm a boss, but niggas never show no respect I catch 'em slippin', I have 'em tongue kissin' my tec Wanna come test me, pussy boy don't try Police responds, never fast enough, the shots fired Don't be stupid, find out who you fuckin' wit son 'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done Its elementary, life is but a dream You know row, row ya boat, your blood forms a stream After you get hit, you should've thought about the shit You took that paper, you take a life or ya life get took bitch Sometimes, I sit and look at life from a different angle Don't know if I'm God's child or I'm Satan's angel [Chorus - 50 Cent] [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish I simply would've wished that my music would be a hit Big said damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper And pray for my downfall, I understand it all But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga I'm on that keflon vest shit, that wild wild west shit And eighty one 1 carrot stones in my necklace I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wanna kill me Every projects and every hood I go, they feel me Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy When I come out to play, had my mom been with me You could bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me Homeboy, frontin' on me will shorten your life span Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand [Chorus - 50 Cent]

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Added: August 19, 2008