Life's On The Line
Nobody likes me Nobody likes me but that's okay 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway And I don't like y'all anyway f**k all y'all! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie? For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me I came into rap humble, I don't give a f**k now Serve anybody like niggaz 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 don't even stash tracks They keep it on 'em, right there in they a*s crack When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your f**kin' 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! (f**k around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me If you gonna make me catch her on the late night Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome I hate to hear, "He say, She say" shit Unless, he say, she say, "She on my d**k" It's no coincidence, niggaz who f**k with 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 with the Mac, 'cause niggaz 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! (f**k 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 with dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin' I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up Now if you say my name in your rhyme You better what, 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 Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (f**k around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) Y'all niggaz 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 with the fifth and slide off with the six
