Текст песни 50 Cent - Power of the Dollar/Guess Who`s Back/Get, слова песни 50 Cent

Текст песни 50 Cent - Power of the Dollar/Guess Who`s Back/Get

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* unlisted bonus track on the third albumNobody likes meNobody likes me, but that`s okayCause I don`t like y`all anyway... And I don`t like y`all anywayFuck all y`all!!My watch talk for me, my whip talk for meMy gat talk for meBLAT! Whattup homieFor bitches who don`t know me... They wanna blow meCause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me[Verse One]I came into rap humble, I don`t give a fuck nowServe anybody like niggaz who hustle uptownCoke price go up, cats is come downThe D`s run in my crib, I`m nowhere to be foundThe bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracksThey keep it on `em, right there in they ass crackWhen I don`t like a nigga, I don`t pretend toI`ll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a HinduLook, I ain`t goin nowhere, so get used to meOG`s look at me and see what they used to beI`m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dopeThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So SoThe thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clipsThe thug that went from three and a half to whole bricksNigga ain`t in his right mind, goin against meMy 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!)[Verse Two]Y`all niggaz don`t want no parts of meI`m tryna figure out how y`all started meMake me catch her on the late nightPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the sixI`m not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray randomNot a pretty nigga but my moms think I`m handsomeI hate to hear "He say, She say" shitUnless he say she say she on my dickIt`s no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot upI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block upYou soft through, be puttin up a crazy frontI stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me onceIn 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 noneYou just a small player in this game, play a part son[Hook][Verse Three]These cats always escape reality when they rhymeThat`s why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimesLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast carNascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV`s in the dash, paSee `em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, paI catch stunts when I ain`t tryin I ain`t lyin, I sit Dom P til I split upKeep my rent split upGet outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you sayYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried awayNow here`s a list of MC`s that can kill you in eight bars:50, umm Jay-Z and NasI`ma say this shit now and never againWe ain`t buddies, we ain`t partners and we damn sure ain`t friendsThe games you playin, you get killed like thatActin like you all hard, you ain`t built like thatSee me when you see me nigga, one (one)[Hook]Y`all niggaz don`t want no parts of meI`m tryna figure out how y`all started meYou gon make me catch her on the late nightPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

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