I Don't Need 'Em
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[Intro]
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Yeah
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It is what it is man
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Uh huh
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[Verse 1]
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Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
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It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off
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They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
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Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'
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The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
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Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
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Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
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They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me
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When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
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I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me
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I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
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A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack
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Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
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Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
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Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
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First to let off, last to run, everytime its on
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[Chorus]
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I tell niggas to suck my dick
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Get the fuck out my face
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Cause I don't need 'em
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Cause they're never around
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When I'm down
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Shot and I'm bleedin'
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[50 Cent]
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What, niggas yeah
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Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
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Oh yeah
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That's what I thought so, pussy
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[Verse 2]
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niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
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Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
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Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie
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nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
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I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind
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Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
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When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
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Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
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Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit
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Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
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They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin
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What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started
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Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at
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Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack
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You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
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I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya
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[Chorus]
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I tell niggas to suck my dick
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Get the fuck out my face
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Cause I don't need 'em
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Cause they're never around
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When I'm down
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Shot and I'm bleedin'
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[Outro]
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What?
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Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
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You must be out your rabbid ass mind
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Fuck around and kill one of these niggas
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We Don’t Need Them
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| 50 Cent |
