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50 Cent - Life's on the line
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Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but thats okay
Cause I dont like yall anyway
... And I dont like yall anyway
Fuck all yall!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For bitches who dont know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

[Verse One]
I came into rap humble, I dont give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The Ds run in my crib, Im nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When I dont like a nigga, I dont pretend to
Ill have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I aint goin nowhere, so get used to me
OGs look at me and see what they used to be
Im that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga aint in his right mind, goin against me
My pictures painted through words that make a blind man see

[Hook]
Scream murder! (I dont believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I dont believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your lifes on the line!)

[Verse Two]
Yall niggaz dont want no parts of me
Im tryna figure out how yall started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
Im not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think Im handsome
I hate to hear He say, She say shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
Its no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, Damn, 50 really spitted on em
You heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really shitted on em
Beef, you dont want none, so dont start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
Thats why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TVs in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I aint tryin 
I aint lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now heres a list of MCs that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
Ima say this shit now and never again
We aint buddies, we aint partners and we damn sure aint friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you aint built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one (one)

[Hook]

Yall niggaz dont want no parts of me
Im tryna figure out how yall started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six