Da Repercussions - 50 Cent

Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real sh_t n_gga

You n_ggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that
You n_ggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that
If ya'll n_ggas want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that

[Verse 1]
N_gga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bullsh_t I'm in right now n_gga, I've been on it (yeah)
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my n_ggas rollin' with heat (woo)
You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
N_ggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 2]
You gettin' money n_gga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest sh_t out this (yeah)
You bust your gun n_gga (yeah), you on the run n_gga (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (n_gga)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his n_gga for his rolee
And after being on the street, less than a week
Look, n_ggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a n_gga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that sh_t)
A slug'll split a n_ggas ass, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
It's that soap opera sh_t, the b_tch watch too much TV

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3]
Aight you n_ggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap n_ggas, they actin' like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap n_ggas, dyin' they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my sh_t
You a 6 coupe n_gga, but you gears behind
N_gga yours a 92, mine's a 99
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read
If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said
If not you dumb f_ck, I just run over your head

[Chorus - 2X]

[singing in background until fade]

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