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Aiyo, I know these don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll , you know what I'm sayin
50 cent, 9-9, motherfkin doo wop
Volume 3, take it however the fk you wan' take it
f*gg*t as* (50 Cent show these how to rock)
Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fk that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
You ain't never heard a motherfker spit like this
Not even puff, and that nigg* there made crazy hits
Every few years a nigg* come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm sayin this s**t slow, so you don't miss it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime
See I'm tired of all these rappin dyin to shine
And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine
Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange
You sit your 5-dollar as* down, before I make change
Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad
Fresh out the jail, s**t is really real
is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
know, I ain't never pressed for dough
And know, I don't serve nobody I don't know
Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man brought em to me, see he ain't really know b
That it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys
Now we all co-de's, d*mn man I O.D.
You know how it is on the street, is holdin the heat
Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep
Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
It's over I can't believe it, d*mn it's over
Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a nigg* rollin in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I'm never sober
380-6 shot glock top load-up
Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in your face
I ain't got nothing to lose, nigg* so stay in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long
