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50 cent – nobody likes me كلمات اغاني

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your life’s on tha line
[brand new by fifty cent]
n-body likes me but that’s ok cuz i don’t like ya’ll anyway
and i don’t like ya’ll anyway
f-ck 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 b-tches who don’t know me they wanna blow me
cuz the sh-t i floss with be sayin it all for me
i came into rap humble
i don’t give a f-ck now
ill serve anybody
like n-gg-s who hustle uptown
the c-ke price go up
caps just come down
the d’s run in my crib
i’m nowhere to be found
n-gg-s who hustle for me
they don’t even stash cracks
they keep it on ’em
right there in they -ss crack
i don’t like a n-gg-
i don’t pretend to
i’ll have the paramedics wrappin’
your f-ckin’ 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 n-gg- that sold c-ke
the n-gg- that sold dope
the n-gg- that shot dice
went broke an’ sold soap
the thug that pop sh-t
the thug that pop clips
the thug that went from 3 1/2
to a whole brick
n-gg- 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
f-ck around an leave you
muurdaaa
i don’t believe you
murda, murda
your life’s on the line

[chorus]
yall n-gg-s 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 n-gg-
but my moms think i’m handsome
i hate to hear he say
she say sh-t
unless he say
she says
she on my d-ck
it’s no coincidence
n-gg-s who f-ck 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 n-gg-s tried to blaze me once
in the hood they’re like “d-mn!”
“50 really spit it on ’em.”
“you heard that sh-t?”
“yeah, 50 really sh-tted 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 sh-t now
an’never again
we ain’t buddies
we ain’t partners
an’ we d-mn 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 n-gg-
what! what!

[chorus]