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Life Is On The Line

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Life Is On The Line

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Nobody likes meNobody likes me, but that's okayCuz I don't like y'all anyway...And I don't like y'all anywayF**k all y'all!!My watch talk for me, my whip talk for meMy gat talk for meBLAT! Wutup homieFor bitches who don't know me...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot forI came into rap humble, I don't give a f**k nowServe anybody like niggas who hustle uptownCoke price go up, cats is come downThe D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be foundThe bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracksThey keep it on em, right there in they ass crackWhen I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend toI'll have the paramedics wrap your f**kin head like a HinduLook, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to meOG's look at me and see what they used to beI'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dopeThe nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So SoThe thug, they pop shitThe thug that pop clipsThe thug that went from three and a half to whole bricksNigga ain't in his right mind, goin against meMy picture's painted through words that make a blind man see[Refrão]Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)Murder! (F**k 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 meI'm tryna figure out how y'all started meMake me catch her on the late nightPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the sixI'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray randomNot a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsomeI hate to hear "He say, She say" shitUnless he say she say she on my dickIt's no coincidence, niggas who f**k wit me get shot upI do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block upYou soft through, be puttin up a crazy frontI stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me onceIn 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 noneYou just a small player in this game, play a part son[Refrão]These cats always escape reality when they rhymeThat's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimesLeave it to them, and they say they got a fast carNascar, truck wit a crash barAnd TV's in the dash, paSee em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, paI catch stunts when I ain't tryinI ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split upKeep my rent split upGet outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you sayYou get carried away, you can get shot and carried awayNow here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:50, umm Jay-Z and NasI'ma say this shit now and never againWe ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain'tfriendsThe games you playin, you get killed like thatActin like you all hard, you ain't built like thatSee me when you see me nigga, one(One)[Refrão]Y'all niggas don't want no parts of meI'm tryna figure out how y'all started meYou gon make me catch her on the late nightPop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
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