Nobody Likes Me

nobody likes me

[brand new by fifty cent]

nobody likes me but thats ok cuz i dont like ya'll anyway
and i dont like ya'll anyway [bad word] all ya'll

[verse]

i got my watch talk for me
my whip talk for me
my gat talk for me
BAH what up homie
and [bad word] who dont know me they wanna blow me
cuz the [bad word] i floss with be sayin it all for me
i came into rap humble
i dont give a [bad word] now
ill serve anybody
like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up
Cats [bad word] down
The [bad word] 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 [bad word] crack
I don't like a [bad word] I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrappin'
Your [bad word]  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 [bad word] that sold coke
The [bad word] that sold dope
The [bad word] that shot dice
Went broke an' sold soap

The thug that pop [bad word] The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from 3 1/2
To a whole brick [bad word] ain't in his right mind
Goin' against me
My [bad word] pray at the words
That make a blind man see
 [bad word] 

Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa [bad word] around an leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
 [bad word] 

Yall niggas dont
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin to figure out
How yall 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 [bad word] But my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say
She say [bad word] Unless he say
She says
She on my [bad word] It's no coincidence
Niggas who [bad word] 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  [bad word] "
"50 really spit it on 'em."
"You heard that [bad word] "
"Yeah, 50 really [bad word] 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

[Verse]

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 [bad word] 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, ummm....
Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this [bad word] now
An'never again
We ain't buddies
We ain't partners
An' we [bad word] 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 [bad word] What! What!