Lifes on the Line
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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
**** all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
Blat! What up homie
For *****es who don't know me
They want to blow me
Cause the **** I floss wit sayin' a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
Serve anybody like *****s 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 ***** who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they *** crack
When I don't like a *****, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in' 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 ***** that sold coke, the ***** that sold dope
The ***** that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop ****
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
***** ain't in his right mind, goin' against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
Y'all *****s 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 ***** but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" ****
Unless he say she say she on my ****-
Performance Contributor: 50 Cent
Writer: Dudley, Terrence Quentin / Jackson, Curtis James
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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