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[intro]
uh_huh uh_huh
5(five)1(one)
real sh_t n_gga

[chorus]
yo, n_gga say somethin’ sl!ck, you’ll get slapped for that
n_ggas schemin’ on some jewels, you’ll get clapped for that
if y’all n_ggas want war, i got the mack for that
run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

[verse 1]
n_gga if a nickel bag sold in the park, i want in on it
the bullsh_t i’m on right now n_gga, i’ve been on it
if i don’t eat, n0body eat, cold in the street
no surrender, no retreat, my n_ggas rollin’ with heat
y’all know my st__z, i spark trees, under palm trees
feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
your people make a g day, you ain’t rich, you just ok
i take the stand under oath and lie
before i snitch on my clique, i’ll fry
or watch time go by
n_ggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab in the pie
he who steals from the hands that feed ’em, deserve to die

[chorus 2x]
yo, n_gga say somethin’ sl!ck, you’ll get slapped for that
n_ggas schemin’ on some jewels, you’ll get clapped for that
if y’all n_ggas want war, i got the mack for that
run off with some work, and get your head cracked for that

[verse 2]
you gettin’ money n_gga? (yeah!), you thugged out? (yeah!)
50 cent is the hottest sh_t out this year (yeah!)
you bust your gun n_gga? (yeah!), you on the run n_gga? (yeah!)
you treat a grown man like he ya son, n_gga? (yeah!)
yo, i ain’t the first parolee, to catch his n_gga for his rollie
after being on the street, less than a week
look, n_ggas who know me, know i’m up to no good
man my fan base is spreading like hiv in the hood
why smack a n_gga silly, when i can squeeze the milly
a slug’ll split a n_ggas ass, worst than the philly
i stay with the heater, cut the d with bonita
my wifey kept acting up, so i had to leave her
it hurted when i left, but i knew i didn’t need her
if it wasn’t for my seed, i wouldn’t even have to see her
she tried to front like she don’t need me, she miss me, believe me
it’s that soap opera sh_t, the b_tch watch too much tv

[verse 3]
aight, now y’all n_ggas tryin’ to do too much (stop frontin’)
them little bit of chips you got son, (ain’t nothin’)
i seen you with your whip outside son (you was stuntin’)
you spent your last on that (you ain’t holdin’ nothin’)
rap n_ggas stay actin’ like they ready to flip
when i let off a clip, it ain’t a part of the script
its like tradition, rap n_ggas die in they whips
so i spent a little chips, to bulletproof my sh_t
you a 6 coupe n_gga, but you years behind
n_gga yours a 92, mine’s a 99
you’re not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
shall i proceed, i’ll write it down so you can read
if you’ve been listening, i know you like loving what i said
if not you dumb f_ck, i just went over your head

- 50 cent

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