Life's On The Line ( 50cent )

Life's On The Line ( 50cent )
Life's On The Line

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

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
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck 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 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

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, truck 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 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, one

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
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 04:18

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:40

Patiently Waiting ( 50cent )

Patiently Waiting ( 50cent )
Patiently Waiting

Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right?
I, I owe you for this one

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined
Shit I ain't even got to try to shine
God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan
Picture me, pen in hand writin lines knowin the Source'll quote it
When I die, they'll read this and say a genius wrote it
I grew up without my pops, should that make me bitter?
I caught cases I copped out, does that make me a quitter?
In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel
Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut
If I get shot today my phone'll stop ringin again
These industry niggas ain't friends, they know how to pretend

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

If ya patiently waitin to make it through all the hatin
Debatin whether or not you can even weather the storm
Unless you lay on the table they operatin to save you
It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above

They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it
Shit basically they just playin sick
They ain't shit, they ain't sayin shit, spray em' fifty
A to the K get in the way I'll bring Dre and them wit me
And turn this day into fuckin mayhem, you stayin wit me?
Don't let me lose you, I'm not tryna confuse you
When I let loose wit this uzi and just shoot through your Isuzu
You get the messege? Am I gettin through to you?
You know what's comin, you motherfuckers don't even know, do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix em' up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got the realest and illest killas tied up in a knot
The juggernauts of this rap shit, like it or not
It's like a fight to the top just to see who'd die for the spot
You put ya life in this, nothin like survivin a shot
Y'all know what time it is, soon as fifty signs on this dot
Shit what you know about death threats, cause I get a lot
Shady Records was eighty seconds away from the towers
Them cowards fucked wit the wrong building, they meant to hit ours
Better evacuate all children, its nuclear showers
There's nothin spookier
Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

If the gun spark I'll hear all of the shots go off
It's fifty, they say it's fifty
See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off
It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty
Don't holla my name

You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house
And if you got a glass jaw you should watch yo mouth
Cause I'll break yo face
Have yo ass runnin, mumblin to the jake
You goin gainst me dog, you makin a mistake, I'll split ya
Leave ya lookin like the Michael Jackson jackets wit all them zippers
I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper
The way I turn the money over, you should call me flipper
Yo bitch a regular bitch, you callin her wifey
I fucked and feed her fast food, you keeping her icey
I'm down to sell records but not my soul
Snoop said this in ninety four, We don't love them hoes
I got pennies for my thoughts now I'm rich
See the twenties spinnin lookin mean on the six
Niggas wearin flags cause the colors match they clothes
They get caught in the wrong hood, they get filled up wit holes

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)

I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!)
You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled on (It's Fifty!)
If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!)
If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!)
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 06:55

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:38

In My Hood ( 50cent )

In My Hood ( 50cent )
In My Hood

Niggas screw they face up at me
On some real shit son they don't want beef
I cock that, aim that shit out the window
I spray - there ain't a shell left in my heat
Yall niggas better lay down, yeah I mean stay down
Get hit wit AK rounds - ya ass ain't gonna make it
You niggas'll get laid out, wit blood and ya brains out
Have ya on the concrete shiverin' and shakin' ...
I'm from Southside motherfucker
Where them gats explode
If you feel like ya on fire, boy
Drop and roll
Niggas'll eat cha ass up cuz they heart turn cold
Now you could be a victim or you can lock and load
Party jumpin, shorty bouncin that ass
I wanna fuck - Gimme a second, Ima holla
I'ma see whats up
I got my razor and my handgun
My pistol in da trunk
Carve ya ass up nicely if ya play me like a punk...

In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
And niggas juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood

I dont trust a motherfuckin soul
When the D's come they fold
On my first case they told
Where I'm from it ain't safe to have more than a eighth
Niggas'll come to ya place, put a gun in ya face
Tell ya open the safe, as ya heart start to race
Cuz a robbery can turn into a homi-case
Cooperate or doc'll have to operate
Becuz I pop you run a light than pop at jake
Trust me son, niggas'll go on for they cake
These thirsty niggas are lurkin
You have to catch em and merk em
I'm observant in my hood
These niggas be dummin
Shots go off at the dice game
All you see is them runnin
That make it harder and harder to pump on the block
I'm a hustler, how the fuck am supposed to eat when its hot

In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
And niggas juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood

The house party off the hook
Until them shots go off
Well thats what u get for stuntin on my block, show off
Uh, you shit outta luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow, so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens track
Takin a whippin
Shit, bitch get outta pocket -
She needs some discipline
Peep the feins shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinners spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I'm from don't wanna see you chipped up
You shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip up
It ain't good to do good in my hood
Blaaow... You know not to do good now

In my hoooooood
Niggas got love for me
But I don't go nowhere without my strap
In my hoooooood
A little dro, a lil hennessey
And niggas juz don't kno how to act
In my hoooooood
Niggas is grimey
I stay on point
I hold to my gat
In my hoooooood
Niggas might buck at me
So I keep somethin around to buck back
In my hoooooood In My Hood
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 10:54

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:38

This is 50 ( 50cent )

This is 50 ( 50cent )
This is 50

I, dont' know what you take me for
I, really don't play that shit
I, ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

I got a ichy, ichy trigger finger nigga it's killing me, not to spray this shit
I got enough amo shots to blow and put a hole in any mothaf**ka, out this bitch
I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose you gonna be strong enough to, take this shit
I'm in the hoopt ridin' round with a chrome four pound can you see through the, limozine tints
I do dirt the gat bust I get to kickin' up dust before the jakes come around, here kid
Niggas get knocked the D's start askin' questions my name end up in all types, of shit
I be a gangsta nigga till I die for sure weather I'm poor or I'm, filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

I, dont' know what you take me for
I, really don't play that shit
I, ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

Now I gotta have shoes you know chrome 22 everytime I get a, brand new whip
I rode around in a 5 till my money got ragged then I went back, and got that sex
I'm in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day I called up the milk truck, and shit
I have your hoe eyeballin' at the light Damn Pimpin' you should take time and check, that Benz
So I'm ridin' through the hood actin' like it's all good but I'm lookin' for a joax?, and shit
In the middle of the night you could turn on your life, find me and my niggas, in your crib
Nigga holla if there's a problem and your niggas got drama I got burners for sale, and shit
Got them Macs, got them 9's, got them Techs. full of dime, hollow tips and them extra clips

I, dont' know what you take me for
I, really don't play that shit
I, ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over, everything about me being gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over, I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over, they can't hustle without leavin' me shit
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over, you don't listen you gonna get your ass hit

This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 11:01

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:40

I'm Supposed To Die Tonight ( 50cent )

I'm Supposed To Die Tonight ( 50cent )
I'm Supposed To Die Tonight

All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they talkin like shit`s okay
I'm down to ride tonight
Whip rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin, straight lokin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight

This is nothing new, i been in this position before
Grandma crib, Niggas outside of her door
Different day same shit, old mack new clip
32 hollow tips gloves no rubber grip
I'm a boss, but nigga's never show no respect
I catch em slippin, I have em tongue kissin my tech-
One come test me pussy boy dont try it
Police response never fast enough the shots fired
Dont be stupid, find out who you fuckin with son
Before we find out where your bitch get her hair and nails done
It's elementary.... life is but a dream
You know row row your boat your blood forms a stream
After you get hit you should'a thought about the shit
You took that paper you take a life or your life get took bitch
Sometimes I sit and look at life from a different angle
dont know if I'm god's child or satans angel

All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they talkin like shit`s okay
I'm down to ride tonight
Whip rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin, straight lokin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight
In 2002 if you ask me to make a wish
I simply would'a wished my music would be the hit
Big said damn nigga's wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall I understand it all
But me I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are I'm gonna have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that keflon vest shit that wild wild west shit
If 81 want karats stones in my necklace
I shine so so hard I make motherfuckers wanna kill me
Every projects and every hood I go they feel me
I know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real b
I dont talk that rich shit but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play and my mob aint wit me
You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver wit me
Homeboy frontin on me will shortin your life span
Hold the mic with my left my knife in my right hand (YEAH!)

All thru the hood I keep hearing nigga's saying
I'm suppose to die tonight
Nigga's done put a hit out and they talkin like shit`s okay
I'm down to ride tonight
Whip rollin, Whip stolen, AK loadin
I'm down to ride tonight
We smokin, straight lokin, lock and loaded
Somebody gon'a die tonight
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# Posté le dimanche 02 juillet 2006 11:05

Modifié le lundi 16 juillet 2007 06:37