Текст песни 50 Cent - Life`s On The Line (nobody Likes Me), слова песни 50 Cent

Текст песни 50 Cent - Life`s On The Line (nobody Likes Me)

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(Verse 1)Nobody likes me...Nobody likes meBut that`s okCuz I don`t like yall anywayAn` I don`t like yall anywayYo!My watch talk for meMy whip talk for meMy gat talk for meBLAW! what up homieThe bitches who don`t know meThey wanna blow meCuz the shit I floss withbe sayin` everything for meI came into rap humblyI don`t give a fuck nowI`ll serve anybodylike niggas who hustle uptownThe coke price go upCats just come downThe D`s run in my cribI`m nowhere to be foundNiggas who hustle for meThey don`t even stash cracksThey keep it on `emRight there in they ass crackI don`t like a niggaI don`t pretend toI`ll Have the paramedics wrappin`Your fuckin` head like a HinduLook I ain`t goin` nowhereSo be used to meOG`s look at meAn` see I`m what they used to beI`m that nigga that sold cokeThe nigga that sold dopeThe nigga that shot diceWent broke an` sold soapThe thug that pop shitThe thug that pop myth`sThe thug that went from 3 1/2To a whole brickNigga ain`t in his right mindGoin` against meMy bitches pray at the wordsThat make a blind man see(Hook)Scream MuurdaaaI don`t believe youMuurdaaaFuck around an` leave youMuurdaaaI don`t believe youMurda, murdaYour life`s on the lineYa`ll niggas don`tWant no parts of meI`m tryin` to figure outHow ya`ll started meYou gon` make meCatch you on a late nightPop shots with the fifthThen slide off in the six(Verse 2)I`m not a marksman while sparkin`So I spray randomNot a pretty niggaBut my moms think I`m handsomeI hate to hear he sayShe say shitUnless he sayShe saysShe on my dickIt`s no coincidenceNiggas who fuck wit` meGet shot up (blaw, blaw)I`ll do a Cali-style-Drive by, an` tear your block upYou soft dukeYou puttin` up a crazy frontI stay wit` the mackThem niggas tried to blaze me onceIn the hood they`re like "Damn!""50 really spit it on `em.""You heard that shit?""Yeah, 50 really shitted on `em."Beef, you don`t want noneSo don`t start noneYou just a small playa in this gamePlay your part, son(Hook)Scream MuurdaaaI don`t believe youMuurdaaaFuck around an` leave youMuurdaaaI don`t believe youMurda, murdaYour life`s on the line(Verse 3)These cats alwaysEscape reality when they rhymeThat`s why they write about bricksAn` only dealt with dimesLeave it to themAn` they say they got a fast carNascarTruck with a crash barAn` TV`s in the dash, PaSee them in the fiveWit` stock rimsI just laugh, PaI catch stuntsWhen I ain`t tryin`I ain`t lyin`I sip Don P `til I spit upKeep my wrist lit upGet out of lineI`ll get you hit upNow if you say my nameIn your rhymesYou better watch what you sayYou get carried awayYou could get shotAn` carried awayNow here`s a list of MC`sThat could kill you in eight bars50, ummm....Jay-Z and NasI`ma say this shit nowAn`never againWe ain`t buddiesWe ain`t partnersAn` we damn sure ain`t friendsThe games you playin`You get killed like thatActin` like you all hardYou ain`t built like thatSee me, when you see me niggaWhat! What!(Hook)Scream MuurdaaaI don`t believe youMuurdaaaFuck around an` leave youMuurdaaaI don`t believe youMurda, murdaYour life`s on the lineYa`ll niggas don`tWant no parts of meI`m tryin` to figure outHow ya`ll started meYou gon` make meCatch you on a late nightPop shots with the fifthThen slide off in the six

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Life`s On The Line (nobody Likes Me)

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