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50 Cent
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Ya Life's On the Line
Your Life's On The Line Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay Cause I don't like y'all anyway ... And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all!! I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Whattup homie For bitches who don't know me ... They wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown Coke price go up, cats is come down The D's run in my crib, I'm 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 don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me O G's look at me and see what they used to be I'm 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 brick Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Scream murda! (I don't believe you!) Murda! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murda! (I don't believe you!) Murda, murda! (Your life's on the line!)
Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I'm tryna figure out how high y'all started me Make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, 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 say shes on my dick It's 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 don't want none, so don't start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That's 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 TV's in the dash, pa See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin I ain't 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 here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm... Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and 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, one (one)
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