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Published : April 02, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"Life's On The
Line"
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I
don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all
y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for
me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For bitches who don't know me
...They wanna blow
me cuz 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 niggas who hustle uptown
Coke
price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be
found
Niggas 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
OG'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 bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's
painted through words that make a blind man see
[Hook]
Scream
murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave
you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the
line!)
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how
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 she on my dick
It's no
coincidence, niggas 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, cuz niggas 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
[Hook]
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 Don 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)
[Hook]
Y'all niggas
don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You
gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off
wit the six
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