50 Cent - Life's On The Line

Nobody likes me 
Nobody likes me, but that's okay 
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway 
...And I don't like y'all anyway 
Fuck all y'all!! 
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me 
My gat talk for me 
BLAT! Wutup homie 
For bitches who don't know me 
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me 

I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now 
Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown 
Coke price go up, cats is come down 
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found 
Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks 
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack 
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to 
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu 
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me 
OG's look at me and see what they used to be 
I'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 ain't in his right mind, goin against me 
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see 

[Hook] 
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) 
Murder! (Fuck 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 me 
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me 
Make me catch her on the late night 
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six 

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random 
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome 
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit 
Unless he say she say she on my dick 
It's no coincidence, niggas 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, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once 
In 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 none 
You just a small player in this game, play a part son 

[Hook] 

These cats always escape reality when they rhyme 
That'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 TV's in the dash, pa 
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa 
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin 
I ain't lyin, I sit Don 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 here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars: 
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas 
I'ma say this shit now and never again 
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn 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 nigga, one 
(One) 

[Hook] 

Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me 
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me 
You gon make me catch her on the late night 
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six