Lifes On The Line - 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

Fuck all y'all!!

My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me

My gat talk for me

BLAT! Wutup homie

For bitches who don't know me

...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me



I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now

Serve anybody like niggas 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 bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks

They keep it on em, right there in they ass 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 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 picture's painted through words that make a blind man see



[Hook]

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

I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me

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 nigga but my moms think I'm handsome

I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit

Unless he say she say she on my dick-



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