Nobody likes me nobody likes me, but thatand's okay cause i donand't like yand'all anyway ... and i donand't like yand'all anyway fuck all yand'all!! my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me my gat talk for me blat! whattup homie for bitches who donand't know me ... they wanna blow me cause the shit i floss wit sayin a lot for me [verse one] i came into rap humble, i donand't give a fuck now serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown coke price go up, cats is come down the dand's run in my crib, iand'm nowhere to be found the bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks they keep it on and'em, right there in they ass crack when i donand't like a nigga, i donand't pretend to iand'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a hindu look, i ainand't goin nowhere, so get used to me ogand's look at me and see what they used to be iand'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 ainand't in his right mind, goin against me my pictureand's painted through words that make a blind man see [hook] scream murder! (i donand't believe you!) murder! (fuck around and leave you!) murder! (i donand't believe you!) murder, murder! (your lifeand's on the line!) [verse two] yand'all niggaz donand't want no parts of me iand'm tryna figure out how yand'all started me make me catch her on the late night pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six iand'm not a marksmen while spark issue, i spray random not a pretty nigga but my moms think iand'm handsome i hate to hear andquot;he say, she sayandquot; shit unless he say she say she on my dick itand's no coincidence, niggaz 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, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once in the hood they be like, andquot;damn, 50 really spitted on and'emandquot; andquot;you heard that shit?andquot; andquot;yeah, 50 really shitted on and'emandquot; beef, you donand't want none, so donand't start none you just a small player in this game, play a part son
[hook] [verse three] these cats always escape reality when they rhyme thatand'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 tvand's in the dash, pa see and'em in the five wit stock rims, i just laugh, pa i catch stunts when i ainand't tryin i ainand't lyin, i sit dom 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 hereand's a list of mcand's that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm jay-z and nas iand'ma say this shit now and never again we ainand't buddies, we ainand't partners and we damn sure ainand't friends the games you playin, you get killed like that actin like you all hard, you ainand't built like that see me when you see me nigga, one (one) [hook] Yand'all niggaz donand't want no parts of me iand'm tryna figure out how yand'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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:: Letras de 50 Cent - Angel | | |
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