I Know I Can T Ryme lyrics

I Know I Can T Ryme lyrics

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Send "I Know I Can T Ryme" Ringtone to your Cell Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that`s okay Cuz I don`t like ya`ll anyway ...And I don`t like ya`ll anyway Fuck all y`all My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Wutup homie For them bitches who don`t know me ...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me I came into rap humble, I don`t give a fuck now I Serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown Coke price go up, cats is come down The D`s run in my crib, I`m nowhere to be found The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash cracks They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack When I don`t like a nigga, I don`t pretend to I`ll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu Look, I ain`t goin nowhere, so get used to me OG`s look at me and see what they used to be I`m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke and SO SO The thug, they pop shit The thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole brick Nigga ain`t in his right mind, goin against me My picture`s painted through words that make a blind man see straight [Hook] murder! [I don`t believe you!] Murder! [Fuck around and leave you!] Murder! [I don`t believe you!] Murder, murder! [Your life`s on the line!] Y`all niggas don`t want no parts of me I`m tryna figure out how y`all started me Make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I`m not a marksmen while spark it, so I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I`m handsome I hate to hear `He say, She say` shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It`s no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft dawg, don`t be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood they be like, `Damn, 50 really spitted on em` `You heard that shit?` `Yeah, 50 really shitted on em` Beef, you don`t want none, so don`t start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son [Hook] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That`s why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck wit a crash bar And TV`s in the dash, pa See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain`t tryin I ain`t lyin, I sit Don P til I split up Keep my wrist lit up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, 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 I`ma 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 playin, you get killed like that Actin like you all hard, you ain`t built like that See me when you see me nigga, (one, one) [Hook] Y`all people don`t want no parts of me I`m tryna figure out how y`all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six Send " I Know I Can T Ryme" Ringtone to your Cell I Know I Can T Ryme lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | I Know I Can T Ryme lyrics @ ELyrics | I Know I Can T Ryme lyrics @ Kovideo | 50 Cent Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | I Know I Can T Ryme lyrics @ Songlyrics | I Know I Can T Ryme lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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