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50 Cent - Don't Eva Fuck Wit Niggas Lyrics [Terror Kidd] Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps Begging niggas don't understand though Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft 'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic Waving a white flag, the danger they might have My niggas buying so much ammo [Dr D] Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas Blood in, blood out, la costa nostra You don't wanna bang wit the best I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive Pray the shells I let off don't curse my kid They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty a changed Nigga you stunt, I put out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin [Chorus 50 Cent] Why you naggin me? [Naggin you?] Girl you houndin me [Oh now I'm houndin you] Why you harrasin me? [Stop playin] I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck Repeat twice [Terror Kidd] Money over bitches is my motto, in the street I'n known for catchin hollo's Packing pistols and drinking (belvy) and Grey Goose out the bottle No role models, only killas and fiends Withness my niggaz strapped with gats, and army fatigues If it's murder, he wrote it, if I'm lying let the devil excel quoted and know that I'm strictly a rap poet Babtized in my own tears, (chestized) by my own peers I'm a product of my childhood years My mother told me I'm hopeless, my pops wasn't around One of the reasons why I'm clutchin a pound California dreaming, chronic smoke out the beamer One hand on the nina,scheeming got these hoochie bitches screaming They know that I'm a celeberty - keep the cop-killers in the clip And watch my back is what my niggaz keep telling me Twenty-one years old, no felonies so I ride with the Desert and pay homage to the hardest rap legends I'm troublesome [Chorus 50 Cent] Until it fades |
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