Album Name

Get Rich Or Die Tryin'

Artist

50 Cent

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2003.02.06

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Life`s On The Line - 50 Cent
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me
but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all
My watch talk for me
my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT Wutup homie
For 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
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 tracks
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 to So So
The thug they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from
three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain't in his right mind
goin against me
My picture's painted through
words that make a blind man see
Scream 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 issue
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 through
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
Scream 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
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 rent split 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
Scream 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
You gon make me catch her
on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth
and slide off wit the six