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50 CENT Don T Eva Fuck Wit Niggas Lyrics
[Terror Kidd]
Come on, nigga, I ain`t here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that`ll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don`t understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I`m anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
`Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
[Dr D]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la costa nostra
You don`t wanna bang wit the best
I`ll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God`s a forgivin` man, I hope he forgive
Pray the shells I let off don`t curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty a changed
Nigga you stunt, I put out
And you see I`m that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he`s flyin
[Chorus 50 Cent]
Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?]
Girl you houndin me [Oh now I`m houndin you]
Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin]
I don`t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
Repeat twice
[Terror Kidd]
Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I`n known for catchin hollo`s
Packing pistols and drinking (belvy) and Grey Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killas and fiends
Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, and army fatigues
If it`s murder, he wrote it, if I`m lying
let the devil excel quoted and know that I`m strictly a rap poet
Babtized in my own tears, (chestized) by my own peers
I`m a product of my childhood years
My mother told me I`m hopeless, my pops wasn`t around
One of the reasons why I`m clutchin a pound
California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screaming
They know that I`m a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clip
And watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling me
Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desert
and pay homage to the hardest rap legends
I`m troublesome
[Chorus 50 Cent]
Until it fades
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Come on, nigga, I ain`t here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that`ll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don`t understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I`m anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
`Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
[Dr D]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la costa nostra
You don`t wanna bang wit the best
I`ll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God`s a forgivin` man, I hope he forgive
Pray the shells I let off don`t curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty a changed
Nigga you stunt, I put out
And you see I`m that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he`s flyin
[Chorus 50 Cent]
Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?]
Girl you houndin me [Oh now I`m houndin you]
Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin]
I don`t want alone time, I just wanna fuck
Repeat twice
[Terror Kidd]
Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I`n known for catchin hollo`s
Packing pistols and drinking (belvy) and Grey Goose out the bottle
No role models, only killas and fiends
Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, and army fatigues
If it`s murder, he wrote it, if I`m lying
let the devil excel quoted and know that I`m strictly a rap poet
Babtized in my own tears, (chestized) by my own peers
I`m a product of my childhood years
My mother told me I`m hopeless, my pops wasn`t around
One of the reasons why I`m clutchin a pound
California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer
One hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screaming
They know that I`m a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clip
And watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling me
Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desert
and pay homage to the hardest rap legends
I`m troublesome
[Chorus 50 Cent]
Until it fades
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