(feat. Akon)
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[Chorus (Akon):]
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Don't even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
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Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (oh)
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And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
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And I don't want, nigga but I will if I got to, kill!
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If niggas get to fuckin' around
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[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
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Yeah!
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Respect come from admiration or fear
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You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig
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You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap
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So if a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped
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I got an arsenal of infiltry, I'm built for this mentally
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That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do
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Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you
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Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do
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I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
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The Hecklar Koch should tear half of your ass off
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I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin'
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The hollow tips rain, when I unleash the pain
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Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's
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Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
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Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine
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I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!
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[Chorus (Akon)]
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[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
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Yeah!
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Where I'm from death is always in the air homie
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Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me
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I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon
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Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on
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Niggas know if not they better check my background
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Try and stick me, I'll fill your back with mac rounds
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Ask Preme nigga 50 don't back down
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I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house
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Cross the line boy I'm gonna air your ass out
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Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout
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Nigga I know you ain't mad, I done came up
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And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't changed up
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The O.G's wanna talk but I don't know these niggas
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And I ain't did no business with 'em, I don't owe these niggas
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A minute of my time, get it 'cause I grind
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All across the globe like the worlds mine
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Yeah!
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[Chorus (Akon)]
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[Verse 3: Akon]
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Konvict!
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Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance
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And seen a mac aimin' at your head man
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Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscing and your body is drippin' and full of lead man
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I done been there (uh huh),
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I done cocked that (uh huh),
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It ain't ever been a question about that
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Don't go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that
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You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, without a couple meta pieces under my feet
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Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds
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Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessee breeze, but 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
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(Hey)
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'cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 don't make me ride on these niggas
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'cause I been long gone like the ripper, so..
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[Chorus (Akon)]
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I'll Still Kill
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| 50 Cent |
