50 Cent Lives On The Line Lyrics

Lives On The Line Lyrics

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
Fuck 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 wit sayin a lot for me

[Verse One]
I came into rap
humble, I don't give a fuck 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 dont even stash
tracks
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't
like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin
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

[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck
around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder!
(Your life's on the line!)

[Verse Two]
Y'all niggaz don't want no
parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her
on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I'm
not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my
moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he
say she say she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit 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 wit 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

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
These cats always escape reality when
they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit
dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck
wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
See 'em in the five wit stock
rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I
sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you
hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, 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 (one)

[Hook]

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 wit the fifth and slide off wit the six