Nobody likes me
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Nobody likes me, but that's okay
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Cause I don't like y'all anyway
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... And I don't like y'all anyway
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Fuck all y'all!!
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My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
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My gat talk for me
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BLAT! Whattup homie
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For bitches who don't know me
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... They wanna blow me
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Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me
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[Verse One]
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I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
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Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
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Coke price go up, cats is come down
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The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
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The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
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They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
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When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
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I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
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Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
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OG's look at me and see what they used to be
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I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
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The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
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The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
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The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
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Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me
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My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
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[Hook]
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Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
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Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
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Murder! (I don't believe you!)
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Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)
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[Verse Two]
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Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
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I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
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Make me catch her on the late night
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Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
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I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
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Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome
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I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
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Unless he say she say she on my dick
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It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up
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I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
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You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
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I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
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In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
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"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
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Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
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You just a small player in this game, play a part son
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[Hook]
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[Verse Three]
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These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
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That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
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Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
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Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
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See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
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I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
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I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
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Keep my rent split up
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Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]
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Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
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You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
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Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
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50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
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I'ma say this shit now and never again
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We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
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The games you playin, you get killed like that
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Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
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See me when you see me nigga, one (one)
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[Hook]
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Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
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I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
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You gon make me catch her on the late night
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Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
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Your Life's on the Line
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| 50 Cent |
