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[Skit] "Aye you want some of this shit" "Naw, I donīt want that shit" "I donīt give a fuck, I donīt play dat shit" "And Iīm finīnin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down, slow down" "You see that brick house right there" "Thatīs the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up" "Iīma get in the other car" "Aight" [a car revs up] [gunshots] [Chorus: 50 Cent] If thereīs beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin To me Iīll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) Thereīs no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out) I do what I gotta do I donīt care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court Iīll kill you - I ainīt playin, hear what Iīm sayin, homie I ainīt playin Catch you slippin, Iīma kill you - I ainīt playin, hear what Iīm sayin, homie I ainīt playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin Iīm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer time is the killing season Itīs hot out this bitch thatīs a good īnuff reason Iīve seen gangstaīs get religious when they start bleedin Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up Godīs on ya side, shit Iīm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back Itīs a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck Look nigga, donīt think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ainīt good If you was smart youīd be shook of me Cuz Iīd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look for me [Chorus] [50 Cent] My heart bleeds for you nigga, I canīt wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga you know the streets talk So theyīll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind, Iīm down to ride till the sun burn out If I die today, Iīm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts that Iīve been in Iīm by myself Locked up I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter finīnin to get get shot it wonīt do īem no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bonesīll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ainīt the same Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains [Chorus] [50 Cent] After the fist fights itīs gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you donīt wanna get shot I suggest you donīt go testin me (testin me) All the wrong Iīve done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me) Finīnin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe) Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha Visitas: 543

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