Your Life's on The Line - 50 Cent

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
F_ck all y'all
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
Even b_tches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
Cause the sh_t I floss with is saying a lot for me

[Verse 1]
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a f_ck now
I'll serve anybody like n_ggas who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
N_ggas who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a n_gga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your f_cking head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that n_gga that sold coke, the n_gga that sold dope
The n_gga that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
The thug that pop sh_t, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
N_gga ain't in his right mind going against me
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see

Scream murder, I don't believe you
Murder, f_ck around and leave you
Murder, I don't believe you
Murder, murder your life's on the line

Y'all n_ggas don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six

[Verse 2]
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
Not a pretty n_gga, but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "he say, she say" sh_t
Unless he say she said she on my d_ck
It's no coincidence, n_ggas who f_ck with me get shot up
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac cause n_ggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
You heard that sh_t? "Yeah, 50 really sh_tted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son


[Verse 3]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better 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
Imma say this sh_t now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me n_gga, what?

[Hook] + [Bridge]

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