متن آهنگ Lifes On The Line از 50 Cent

متن آهنگ Lifes On The Line از 50 Cent

Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all (all y'all) My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me (baow) What up homie? Even bitches who don't know me They wana blow me 'Cause the shit I floss wit' be sayin' a lot for me I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh) Coke price go up, capsules come down The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found Nigga's who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs They keep it on e'm, right there in they ass crack (yeah) When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me OG's look at me and see what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice, went broke, and sold sap The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind goin' against me My pictures painted the words, I make a blind man see (woo) 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) Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me You tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on the late night Pop shots wit' the fifth, then slide off in the six I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear, "He say, she say" shit Unless he say she said she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat) I do a Cali' style drive-by and tear ya block up You soft, duke, you puttin' up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood they 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 none You just a small player in this game, play your part son 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) These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh) That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes (yeah) Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car NASCAR, truck wit' a crash bar And TV's in the dash, pa See 'em 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 outta line, I get you hit up (woo) 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, um, Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and 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, one (one) 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) Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me You tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on the late night Pop shots wit' the fifth, then slide off in the six (in the six)