deala - .50 lyrics
[deala]
[1 verse]
it’s a hard .50
there is too much difference between dat n rifle
riches will have to leave their m+th+f+ckin’ hot+rod
’cause men started to menace and they want to roll
neva shoot the eight ball
when yo’ parents buy a new phat sh+t for you, don’t stand tall
i would take a bad role
you can’t take down all m+th+f+ckas with the deagle from tha bad zone
stay away or get back to africa n become a king kong
if you got some claims, play with me some ping pong
if you don’t do that, dat means you are so wrong
n0body gives a mad f+ck ’bout yo’ ho’
deagle won’t hеlp you if there’s a f+ckin’ po+po chasin’ you down on the car which is so low
i would hirе yo’ ass like a stupid m+th+f+cka to start to mow
don’t get in a squabble with me if you don’t prefer to be in dat row
‘cuz tha f+ckin’ .50 won’t let you go
[hook]
you can call it .50
dat gun duzn’t like m+th+f+ckas who are nifty
stay in yo’ dirty city
i don’t give a god d+mn ’bout yo’ f+ckin’ kitty
i’m a real man n i neva say ‘it’s pity’
[2 verse]
let’s get back + to the verses of old school rap
don’t mess with us, if you don’t wanna hear tha d+mn clack
nowadays it’s really hard to put yourself on the map
the purpose of mine is wreck this m+th+f+ckin’ track
you are n0body if you got some lack
boss can easily sack
if you gonna talk back
what’s after that?
plan to play the f+ckin’ roulette?
or get busted a cap with a .50 strap?
you have to hit the deck
if real man is comin’ to mess yo’ lack
don’t act after that like a total d+ckhead
or m+th+f+ckin’ small rat
they will own you like a pet
you can avoid all this sh+t if you aren’t in the red
yo’ ass has to go bed
tomorrow you’ll have to take the m+th+f+ckin’ backpack
and go school to wrack
but what wrack?
yo’ homies n b+tches who are wack
if you want to wrestle, firstly check yo’ d+mn neck
goin’ out with dat .50 strap
to destroy all this modern rap
[hook]
[3 verse]
.50 is insane
i gotta make this real phat sh+t which wrack even sane
don’t step on the bus lane
but if you f+ck the law, i gonna call dat mayne
what’s dat? it’s da gun harassin’ yo’ ass under m+th+f+ckin’ rain, ya know what i’m sayin’
it’ll be nuthin’ but a pain
remember what i said ’bout you n dat f+ckin’ train
i gonna motivate yo’ ass, it won’t gain + anythin’ without pain
actin’ everytime properly but modern sh+t is off the chain
if you bought the car you must maintain
but yo’ ass duzn’t give a f+ck ’bout that, so you just stain
to get fulled stack you gobble the d+ck fain
hopefully, you know that sugar is made from the cane
if you don’t know, the real hard men can visit yo’ ass like dwayne
so, i am not gonna talk ’bout people who reign
or bustas who are in the game
only i say they are too lame
.50 duzn’t like stupid m+th+f+ckas, so slack off with yo’ dame
[outro]
.50 is da gun which can smoke out all d+ckheads with the facile way
so, stop spittin’ some lame verses n wordz, if you want to not deal with dat n stay alive
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