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fifty cent - doo wop freestyle lyrics

aiyo, i know these n-gg-s don’t like me
but i don’t like none of ya’ll n-gg-s, you know what i’m sayin
50 cent, 9-9, motherf-ckin doo wop
volume 3, take it however the f-ck you wan’ take it
f-ggot -ss n-gg-s (50 cent show these n-gg-s how to rock)

yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street
left him smelly, man f-ck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
you ain’t never heard a motherf-cker spit like this
not even puff, and that n-gg- there made crazy hits
every few years a n-gg- come who crazy hot
i’m the next best thing since biggie and pac
now i’m sayin this sh-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 n-gg-s 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 -ss down, before i make change
yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad
fresh out the jail, sh-t is really real
n-gg-s is still in jail, and i pray they don’t tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
n-gg-s know, i ain’t never pressed for dough
and n-gg-s know, i don’t serve n-body 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, n-gg-s 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 n-gg- 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, n-gg- so stay in your place
just jumped bail, i ain’t been on the run long
but it feel like a motherf-ckin marathon

- fifty cent lyrics

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