YOUR LIFE'S ON THA LINE [brand new by fifty cent] Nobody likes me but that's ok cuz i don't like ya'll anyway And i don't like ya'll anyway Fuck all ya'll
[verse] I got my watch talk for me My whip talk for me My gat talk for me BAH what up homie And bitches who don't know me they wanna blow me Cuz the shit i floss with be sayin it all for me I came into rap humble I don't give a fuck now Ill serve anybody Like niggas who hustle uptown The coke price go up Caps just come down The D's run in my crib I'm nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me They don't even stash cracks They keep it on 'em Right there in they ass crack I don't like a nigga I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrappin' Your fuckin' head like a Hindu Look I ain't goin' nowhere So get used to me OG's look at me An' 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 Went broke an' sold soap The thug that pop shit The thug that pop clips The thug that went from 3 1/2 To a whole brick Nigga ain't in his right mind Goin' against me My pictures painted the words That make a blind man see
[chorus] Scream Muurdaaa I don't believe you Muurdaaa Fuck around an leave you Muurdaaa I don't believe you Murda, murda Your life's on the line
[chorus] Yall niggas don't Want no parts of me I'm tryin to figure out How yall started me You gon' make me Catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth Then slide off in the sixth
I'm not a marksman while sparkin' So 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 says She on my dick It's no coincidence Niggas who fuck wit' me Get shot up (blaw, blaw) I'll do a Cali-style- Drive by, an' tear your block up You soft duke You puttin' up a crazy front I stay wit' the mack Them niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood they're like "Damn!" "50 really spit it 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 playa in this game Play your part, son
[Verse] These cats always Escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks An' only dealt with dimes Leave it to them An' they say they got a fast car Nascar Truck with a crash bar An' TV's in the dash, Pa See them in the five Wit' stock rims I just laugh, Pa I catch stunts When I ain't tryin' I ain't lyin' I sip Don P 'til I spit up Keep my wrist lit up Get out of line I'll get you hit up Now if you say my name In your rhymes You better watch what you say You get carried away You could get shot An' carried away Now here's a list of MC's That could kill you in eight bars 50, ummm.... Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now An'never again We ain't buddies We ain't partners An' 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! What!