Life's on the Line (исполнитель: 50 cent)
Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay Cuz I don't like y'all anyway ...And I don't like y'all anyway [bad word] all y'all!! I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! What up homie Even [bad word] who don't know me ...They wanna blow me cuz the [bad word] I floss wit be sayin a lot for me I came into rap humble, I don't give a [bad word] now I serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown 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 dont even stash tracks They keep it on em, right there in they [bad word] crack When I don't like a [bad word] I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your [bad word] 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 [bad word] that sold coke, the [bad word] that's so dope The [bad word] that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop [bad word] The thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks [bad word] ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! [bad word] 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 I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, 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 say she on my [bad word] It's no coincidence, niggas who [bad word] wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood they like, [bad word] 50 really spitted 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 player in this game, play your part son [Hook] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, [bad word] 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 sit Don P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!) Now if you say my name in your rhyme, 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, umm Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this [bad word] now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and 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] one (One) [Hook] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six