50 Cent - Nobody Likes Me lyrics

YOUR LIFE'S ON THA LINE [brand new by fifty cent] Nobody likes me but that's ok cuz i don't like ya'll anyway And i don't like ya'll anyway f** all ya'll [verse] I got my watch talk for me My whip talk for me My gat talk for me BAH what up homie And b**hes who don't know me they wanna blow me Cuz the sh** i floss with be sayin it all for me I came into rap humble I don't give a f** now Ill serve anybody Like n***as who hustle uptown The coke price go up Caps just come down The D's run in my crib I'm nowhere to be found n***as who hustle for me They don't even stash cracks They keep it on 'em Right there in they a** crack I don't like a n***a I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrappin' Your f**in' head like a Hindu Look I ain't goin' nowhere So get used to me OG's look at me An' see I'm what they used to be I'm that n***a that sold coke The n***a that sold dope The n***a that shot dice Went broke an' sold soap The thug that pop sh** The thug that pop clips The thug that went from 3 1/2 To a whole brick n***a ain't in his right mind Goin' against me My pictures painted the words That make a blind man see [Chorus] Scream Muurdaaa I don't believe you Muurdaaa f** around an leave you Muurdaaa I don't believe you Murda, murda Your life's on the line [Chorus] Yall n***as don't Want no parts of me I'm tryin to figure out How yall started me You gon' make me Catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth Then slide off in the sixth I'm not a marksman while sparkin' So I spray random Not a pretty n***a But my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear he say She say sh** Unless he say She says She on my dick It's no coincidence n***as who f** wit' me Get shot up (blaw, blaw) I'll do a Cali-style- Drive by, an' tear your block up You soft duke You puttin' up a crazy front I stay wit' the mack Them n***as tried to blaze me once In the hood they're like "Damn!" "50 really spit it on 'em." "You heard that sh**?" "Yeah, 50 really sh**ted on 'em." Beef, you don't want none So don't start none You just a small playa in this game Play your part, son [Verse] These cats always Escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks An' only dealt with dimes Leave it to them An' they say they got a fast car Nascar Truck with a crash bar An' TV's in the dash, Pa See them in the five Wit' stock rims I just laugh, Pa I catch stunts When I ain't tryin' I ain't lyin' I sip Don P 'til I spit up Keep my wrist lit up Get out of line I'll get you hit up Now if you say my name In your rhymes You better watch what you say You get carried away You could get shot An' carried away Now here's a list of MC's That could k** you in eight bars 50, ummm.... Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this sh** now An'never again We ain't buddies We ain't partners An' we damn sure ain't friends The games you playin' You get k**ed like that Actin' like you all hard You ain't built like that See me, when you see me n***a What! What! [Chorus]