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50 Cent - Nobody Likes Me
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YOUR LIFE'S ON THA LINE
[brand new by fifty cent]
nobody likes me but thats ok cuz i dont like ya'll anyway
and i dont like ya'll anyway
fuck all ya'll 

[verse]
i got my watch talk for me 
my whip talk for me 
my gat talk for me
BAH what up homie
and bitches who dont know me they wanna blow me
cuz the shit i floss with be sayin it all for me
i came into rap humble
i dont give a fuck now
ill serve anybody 
like niggas who hustle uptown 
The coke price go up 
Caps just come down 
The D's run in my crib 
I'm nowhere to be found 
Niggas who hustle for me 
They don't even stash cracks 
They keep it on 'em 
Right there in they ass crack 
I don't like a nigga 
I don't pretend to 
I'll have the paramedics wrappin' 
Your fuckin' head like a Hindu 
Look I ain't goin' nowhere 
So get used to me 
OG's look at me 
An' see I'm what they used to be 
I'm that nigga that sold coke 
The nigga that sold dope 
The nigga that shot dice 
Went broke an' sold soap 
The thug that pop shit 
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from 3 1/2 
To a whole brick 
Nigga ain't in his right mind 
Goin' against me 
My pictures painted the words 
That make a blind man see 

[chorus]
Scream Muurdaaa 
I don't believe you 
Muurdaaa 
Fuck around an leave you 
Muurdaaa 
I don't believe you 
Murda, murda 
Your life's on the line 

[chorus]
Yall niggas dont 
Want no parts of me 
I'm tryin to figure out 
How yall started me 
You gon' make me 
Catch you on a late night 
Pop shots with the fifth 
Then slide off in the sixth 

I'm not a marksman while sparkin' 
So I spray random 
Not a pretty nigga 
But my moms think I'm handsome 
I hate to hear he say 
She say shit 
Unless he say 
She says 
She on my dick 
It's no coincidence 
Niggas who fuck wit' me 
Get shot up (blaw, blaw) 
I'll do a Cali-style- 
Drive by, an' tear your block up 
You soft duke 
You puttin' up a crazy front 
I stay wit' the mack 
Them niggas tried to blaze me once 
In the hood they're like Damn! 
50 really spit it on 'em. 
You heard that shit? 
Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em. 
Beef, you don't want none 
So don't start none 
You just a small playa in this game 
Play your part, son

[Verse] 
These cats always 
Escape reality when they rhyme 
That's why they write about bricks 
An' only dealt with dimes 
Leave it to them 
An' they say they got a fast car 
Nascar 
Truck with a crash bar 
An' TV's in the dash, Pa 
See them in the five 
Wit' stock rims 
I just laugh, Pa 
I catch stunts 
When I ain't tryin' 
I ain't lyin' 
I sip Don P 'til I spit up 
Keep my wrist lit up 
Get out of line 
I'll get you hit up 
Now if you say my name 
In your rhymes 
You better watch what you say 
You get carried away 
You could get shot 
An' carried away 
Now here's a list of MC's 
That could kill you in eight bars 
50, ummm.... 
Jay-Z and Nas 
I'ma say this shit now 
An'never again 
We ain't buddies 
We ain't partners 
An' we damn sure ain't friends 
The games you playin' 
You get killed like that 
Actin' like you all hard 
You ain't built like that 
See me, when you see me nigga 
What! What! 

[chorus]