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Aiyo, I know these niggas don`t like me
But I don`t like none of ya`ll niggas, you know what I`m sayin 50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan` take it Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet You ain`t never heard a motherfucker spit like this Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot I`m the next best thing since Biggie and Pac Now I`m sayin this shit slow, so you don`t miss it Don`t be a statistic, my jewels from the district Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted Son I`m off the meter, my mind locked on crime See I`m tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine And I`m tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange You sit your 5-dollar ass down, before I make change Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad Fresh out the jail, shit is really real Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don`t tell 20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this Niggas know, I ain`t never pressed for dough And niggas know, I don`t serve nobody I don`t know Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z. My man brought em to me, see he ain`t really know b That it was hot, dude was a cop He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop First I served him o.z.`s, then I served him whole keys Now we all co-de`s, damn man I O.D. You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l`s up in the jeep Ain`t nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic It`s over I can`t believe it, damn it`s over Fed`s ceased the six, the Lex` and the Range Rover Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla Used to never get high, now I`m never sober 380-6 shot glock top load-up Keep it in my waist son, I`ll put one in your face I ain`t got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place Just jumped bail, I ain`t been on the run long But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon
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