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50 Cent
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Nobody Likes Me
Your life's on tha line
(Brand new by 50 Cent)
Nobody likes me but that's okay 'cuz I don't like y'all anyway
And I don't like y'all anyway, fuck all y'all
I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, bah what up homie?
And bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
'Cuz the shit I floss with be sayin' it all for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up, caps just come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash cracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrappin' your fuckin' head like a Hindu
Look I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me an' see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice, went broke an' sold soap
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from 3 ½ to a whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me
My pictures painted the words that make a blind man see
Scream murda, I don't believe you
Murda, fuck around an' leave you
Murda, I don't believe you
Murda, murda, your life's on the line
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out, how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth then slide off in the sixth
I'm not a marksman while sparkin', so I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say, she say shit
Unless he say, she says, she on my dick
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It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up
(Blaw, blaw)
I'll do a Cali style drive-by an' tear your block up
You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front, I stay wit' the mack
Them niggas tried to blaze me once in 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 none, so don't start none
You just a small playa in this game, play your part, son
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks an' only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them an' they say they got a fast car
Nascar Truck with a crash bar an' TV's in the dash, Pa
See them in the five wit' stock rims, I just laugh, Pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin', I ain't lyin'
I sip Don P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get out of line, I'll get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhymes
You better watch what you say, you get carried away
You could get shot an' carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that could kill you in eight bars
50, mmm, Jay-Z and Nas, I'ma say this shit now
An' never again, we ain't buddies, we ain't partners
An' we damn sure ain't friends, the games you playin'
You get killed like that, actin' like you all hard
You ain't built like that, see me, when you see me nigga, what? What?
Scream murda, I don't believe you
Murda, fuck around an' leave you
Murda, I don't believe you
Murda, murda, your life's on the line
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out, how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth then slide off in the sixth
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