Lifes On The Line

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!

I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me

My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?

For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me

'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me

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

I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown

Coke price go up, capsules come down

The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found

Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't 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 I'm 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 sold soap

The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips

The thug that went from three and a half to a 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 you on the late night

Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six

I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so 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 said, "She on my dick"

It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up

I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up

You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front

I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once

In the hood they 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 spit up

Keep my wrist lit up

Get outta line, I get you hit up

Now if you say my name in your rhyme

You better 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 shit 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, WHAT?

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