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Oooo don`t even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain`t nothing changed still holla at my homies Oooo and when I hit the block I still will kill And I don`t want to, nigga but I will if I got to kill If niggas get the f**kin around If niggas get the f**kin around Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire or me or you can catch one in your wig See the testorossa the toasta is right on my lap So if a nigga get outta line a nigga get clapped I got a arseanal an infatry I`m built for this mentally Thats why I`m the general I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I`ll be the end of you Forget your enemies and think of what your frieds'll do I drop a bag off, they let a mag off That ---- glock will tear half your ass off I`m not for the games I`m not for all the playin The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lines or get the message Paint a picture with words you can see me when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off all at the same time (yeah) Oooo don`t even look at me wrong when i come through the hood Ain`t nothing changed still holla at my homies Oooo and when i hit the block i still will kill And i don`t want to, nigga but i will if i got to kill If niggas get the f**kin around If niggas get the f**kin around Where im from death is already in the air homie Nana love me so you know she say my prayers for me I come creeping through the hood wearin teflon Hit the corners Muthaf**kers get left on Niggas know if not they better check my background Tryna stick me i'll fill your back with mack rounds Ask preme nigga 50 don`t back down I keep it funky like fiends in the crack house Cross the line boy imma air ya ass out Screw your face at me i wanna know what thas bout Nigga i know you aint mad i done came up And if you are f**k you cuz i aint change up The OG's wanna talk but i dont know these niggas And I ain`t did no business with em I don`t owe these niggas A minute of my time I did it cuz I grind All across the globe like the worlds mine (yeah!) Oooo don`t even look at me wrong when i come through the hood Ain`t nothing changed still holla at my homies Oooo and when i hit the block i still will kill And i don`t want to, nigga but i will if i got to kill If niggas get the f**kin around If niggas get the f**kin around (convict) Now tell me have you eva looked up in an instance And seen a mack aimin at your head mayne (head mayne) Before you know it life is flashin Remanissin' And your body is drippin and full of lead mayne (lead mayne) I done been there (uh-huh) I done copped that (uh-huh) But it aint neva been a question about that (uhhh) Don't go there (uhhh) You'll get claped at (uh-huh) And if ya play me f**karound and re-route that (uh-huh) You'll neva catch me ridin around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic whippers in the loaded with dum d's Stash under the carpet like a can of seabreeze Fifty dont make me ride on these niggas (ay) Cuz i will kill dip and hide on these niggas (oooohhhhh) Fifty don`t make me ride on these niggas (ay) Cuz I`ll be long gone like the rippa (soooo) Don`t even look at me wrong when i come through the hood Ain`t nothing changed still holla at my homies Oooo and when i hit the block i still will kill And i dont want to, nigga but i will if i got to kill If niggas get the f**kin around If niggas get the f**kin around |
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| 2. |
| 3:46 |
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[Chorus - Akon]
Ohhh Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies And when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill If niggas get to fuckin' around, if niggas get to fuckin' around [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire if you can catch one in ya wig You see the Testarosa the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of ya ass off I'm not for the games I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine I let twenty-one shots off at the same time, yeah [Chorus - Akon] [Verse 2 - 50 Cent] Where I'm from death is always in the air homie Nanna love me so you know she say my prauers for me I come creepin' through in the 'hood wearin' teflon Hit the corners muthafuckas get left on Niggas know, if not they better check my background Try and stick me I fill ya back wit' mac rounds Ask 'Preme nigga 50 don't back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line boy I'mma air ya ass out Screw ya face at me I wan' know what that's 'bout Nigga I know you ain't mad I done came up And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business wit' 'em I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind All across the world like the globe's mine, yeah! [Chorus - Akon] [Verse 3 - Akon] Konvict Now tell me have you ever looked up at an instance And seen a mac aimin' at'cha head mayne? Before you know it life is flashin' reminiscin' And ya body is drippin' and full of lead mayne I done been there, I done cocked that It ain't never been a question I'm 'bout that Don't go there, ya can cock that And if ya plan to fuck around then reroute that You never catch me ridin' around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper, so [Chorus - Akon] |
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| 3:58 |
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(Chorus - 50 Cent)
They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 1 - 50 Cent) I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtbomb nigga Sayin I cant wait till I get a little bigger Half the niggas jumped me, bumpin' my head Thinkin' I wish I had a gun I fill a nigga with lead Took a kitchen knife, Im finna poke me a nigga Wishin' I had a gun so I could smoke me a nigga Sold my first five quarter gram pieces in the alley Where Bizzy had the Bondeville and Kev had the caddy Now those were the days, where crime really pay 9 milly spray, got the xxxx out the way The shootout, the shootout The bricks went fast, robberies went bad, niggas got blast Niggas kidnap Drew granpa kid Came through and shot Ms Leak in the head Wonder why I got a gun so I can get down for mine You need that, out on the grind all the time (Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 2 - 50 Cent) It was kangos, caselli shades, boombers and corn brades Do rags on the waist, brass knuckles, switch blades E-mass to get paid, new shells to get sprayed Hood rats to get layed, money to get made Yeah, yeah I had a dream I was rich Woke up broke, gun in my hand Sayin' "Damn!" this dope cost 60 a gram Have to find me a nigga, line me a nigga And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig" Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth Sayin' "I dont get on" Im'a lay a nigga out Now diamonds are beautiful, pearls are precious I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace Im so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny Wipe your blood off the shines run and sell em to Benny F**k with me, ya niggas know Boo Boo get bizzy(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about (Verse 3 - 50 Cent) I gave Jus a buck 50 ask him If I cut niggas Shootouts in Bedford ask him If I bucked niggas Four fifth they call me Boo Boo, the accident baby Hennysee and Cocaine, those remedies made me My eyes dont cry, Im a fatherless child Got my xxx whooped in Spotford but never that now When my name in ya mouth, better watch how you talk Send yo punk xxx to therapy to learn how to walk I bust a clip Ill hit ya hip Im take your shit Thats how the esse's play, for that s.s.k Your probably heard through the grape vine, Im good out Watts Bulletproof shit, cruisin' through the Compton blocks Im the beast from the east, but I play on the west In the drop by myself with my gun and my vest And you niggas best be on your best behaviours I was bread for this shit, front Im'a blaze ya(Chorus - 50 Cent) They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about |
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