Lifes On The Line Lyrics - 50 Cent

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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!

My watch talk for me my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me blat! whattup homie?
For xxxxxxx who don't know me they wanna blow me
'cause the xxxx i floss with sayin' a lot for me

I came into rap humble i don't give a xxxx now
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up cats is come down
The d's run in my crib i'm nowhere to be found

The xxxxx who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em right there in they xxx crack
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 when he broke to so so

The thug they pop xxxx 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 picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

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 niggaz don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
If you gonna make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue 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 say "she on my dick"

It's no coincidence niggaz who xxxx with 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 with the mac 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once

In 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 none
You just a small player in this game play a 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
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them and they say they got a fast car
Nascar truck with a crash bar and tv's in the dash pa

See 'em in the five with stock rims i just laugh pa
I catch stunts when i ain't tryin'
I ain't lyin' i sit dom p till i split up
Keep my rent split up

Get outta line i get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme
You better what 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 xxxx 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

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 niggaz 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 with the fifth and slide off with the six

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