Your Life's on the Line歌词
歌手：50 Cent 专辑：Power Of The Dollar
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
Even ******* who don't know me, they wanna blow me
Cause the **** I floss with is saying a lot for me
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
I'll serve anybody like ****** who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
****** who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a *****, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ******* head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that ***** that sold coke, the ***** that sold ****
The ***** that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
The thug that pop ****, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
***** ain't in his right mind going against me
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Murder, **** around and leave you
Murder, I don't believe you
Murder, murder your life's on the line
Y'all ****** don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
Not a pretty *****, but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "he say, she say" ****
Unless he say she said she on my ****
It's no coincidence, ****** who **** with me get shot up
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac cause ****** tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
You heard that ****? "Yeah, 50 really ****ted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Murder, **** around and leave you
Murder, I don't believe you
Murder, murder your life's on the line
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better 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
Imma 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 playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me *****, what?
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Murder, **** around and leave you
Murder, I don't believe you
Murder, murder your life's on the line
Y'all ****** don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
**** all y'all
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
Even ******* who don't know me, they wanna blow me
Cause the **** I floss with is saying a lot for me
I came in the rap humble, I don't give a **** now
I'll serve anybody like ****** who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats'll come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
****** who hustle for me they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like a *****, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ******* head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me
OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm that ***** that sold coke, the ***** that sold ****
The ***** that shot dice, went broke and sold soap
The thug that pop ****, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
***** ain't in his right mind going against me
My picture's painted the words that make a blind man see
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Murder, **** around and leave you
Murder, I don't believe you
Murder, murder your life's on the line
Y'all ****** don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
I'm not a marksmen while sparking so I spray random
Not a pretty *****, but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "he say, she say" ****
Unless he say she said she on my ****
It's no coincidence, ****** who **** with me get shot up
Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac cause ****** tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em"
You heard that ****? "Yeah, 50 really ****ted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Murder, **** around and leave you
Murder, I don't believe you
Murder, murder your life's on the line
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car, NASCAR
Truck with a crash bar and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't trying
I ain't lying, I sip Dom P til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme you better 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
Imma 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 playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me *****, what?
Scream murder, I don't believe you
Murder, **** around and leave you
Murder, I don't believe you
Murder, murder your life's on the line
Y'all ****** don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six
