Letra Doo wop freestyle de 50 Cent

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Aiyo, I know these niggas don´t like me
But I don´t like none of ya´ll niggas, you know what I´m sayin
50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop
Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan´ take it
Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)

Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
You ain´t never heard a motherfucker spit like this
Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits
Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot
I´m the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I´m sayin this shit slow, so you don´t miss it
Don´t be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son I´m off the meter, my mind locked on crime
See I´m tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine
And I´m tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine
Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange
You sit your 5-dollar ass down, before I make change
Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad
Fresh out the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don´t tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
Niggas know, I ain´t never pressed for dough
And niggas know, I don´t serve nobody I don´t know
Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man brought em to me, see he ain´t really know b
That it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
First I served him o.z.´s, then I served him whole keys
Now we all co-de´s, damn man I O.D.
You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat
Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l´s up in the jeep
Ain´t nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
It´s over I can´t believe it, damn it´s over
Fed´s ceased the six, the Lex´ and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I´m never sober
380-6 shot glock top load-up
Keep it in my waist son, I´ll put one in your face
I ain´t got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain´t been on the run long
But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon