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50 cent – your life’s on the line (alternate version) lyrics

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[intro]
n0body likes me
n0body likes me, but that’s okay
cause i don’t like y’all anyway
man, i don’t like y’all anyway
f-ck all y’all
i let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
my gat talk for me, blow, what up, homie?
even b-tches who don’t know me, they wanna blow me
cause the sh-t i floss with is saying a lot for me

[verse 1]
i came in the rap humble, i don’t give a f-ck now
i’ll serve anybody like n-ggas who hustle uptown
c0ke price go up, capsules come down
the d’s run in my crib, i’m nowhere to be found
n-ggas who hustle for me they don’t even stash crack
they keep it on ’em, right there in they -ss crack
the way these cats move confuse me, but it’s all good
puffy ran up on steve, why you ain’t ran up on suge?
i’ma ask you these questions cause i don’t understand
cheeks, why you ain’t show to ty’s wake, i thought he was your mans
jigga stay away from ja before he get on some bullsh-t
talk to police on that sammy the bull-sh-t
hey p-ssy ja, why you get juxed in ya own hood?
why n-ggas who rob you walk around like it’s all good?
d-mn, why you ran to ‘preme to get your sh-t back?
why you won’t approach me? cause you know i’ll push your sh-t back

[hook]
scream murder, i don’t believe you
murder, f-ck around and leave you
murder, i don’t believe you
murder, murder your life’s on the line

[bridge]
y’all n-ggas don’t want no parts of me
i’m trying to figure out how y’all started me
you gon’ make me catch you on the late night
pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six

[verse 2]
ja, when i don’t like a n-gga, i don’t pretend to
i’ll have the paramedics wrappin’ ya f-ckin’ head like a hindu
nas said he half-man, half-amazin’
you half-x, half-pac, that ain’t hot
n-gga, i ain’t goin’ nowhere so get used to me
ogs look at me and see i’m what they used to be
i’m the n-gga that sell c0ke, the n-gga that sell dope
the n-gga that shot dice, went broke and sold sope
the thug that pop sh-t, the thug that pop clips
the thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
n-gga ain’t in his right mind going against me
my picture’s painted the words that make a blind man see (b-tch)

[hook]
scream murder, i don’t believe you
murder, f-ck around and leave you
murder, i don’t believe you
murder, murder your life’s on the line