Life's On The Line
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๐ ID: 27219
๐ 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!
I got 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 fuck now
I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't 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 I'm 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 sold soap
The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a 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!
(Fuck 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 you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six
I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so 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 said, "She on my dick"
It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they 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!
(Fuck 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 spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme
You better 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, WHAT?
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!)
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
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!
I got 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 fuck now
I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, capsules come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't 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 I'm 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 sold soap
The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a 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!
(Fuck 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 you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six
I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so 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 said, "She on my dick"
It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front
I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they 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!
(Fuck 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 spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
Now if you say my name in your rhyme
You better 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, WHAT?
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!)
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.25] Nobody likes me
[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay
[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway
[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway
[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!
[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?
[00:22.51] For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
[00:24.39] 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me
[00:27.11] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
[00:29.83] I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
[00:32.58] Coke price go up, capsules come down
[00:35.25] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
[00:37.92] Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
[00:39.72] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
[00:43.38] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
[00:45.19] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu
[00:47.80] Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me
[00:50.63] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
[00:52.46] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
[00:55.16] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap
[00:57.89] The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
[01:00.52] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks
[01:03.28] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me
[01:05.98] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[01:07.76] Scream murder!
[01:09.53] (I don't believe you!)
[01:11.34] Murder!
[01:12.24] (Fuck around and leave you!)
[01:13.28] Murder!
[01:15.05] (I don't believe you!)
[01:15.99] Murder, murder!
[01:17.79] (Your life's on the line!)
[01:18.63] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
[01:21.37] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[01:23.10] If you gonna make me catch you on the late night
[01:24.97] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six
[01:28.58] I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random
[01:31.21] Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome
[01:33.97] I hate to hear, "He say, She say" shit
[01:36.70] Unless, he say, she said, "She on my dick"
[01:38.55] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up
[01:41.24] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
[01:43.95] You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front
[01:46.67] I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
[01:49.37] In the hood they like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
[01:52.04] "You heard that shit?", "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
[01:54.77] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
[01:56.57] You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[01:59.38] Scream murder!
[02:01.13] (I don't believe you!)
[02:02.03] Murder!
[02:03.88] (Fuck around and leave you!)
[02:04.76] Murder!
[02:06.52] (I don't believe you!)
[02:07.47] Murder, murder!
[02:08.32] (Your life's on the line!)
[02:10.16] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
[02:11.90] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
[02:14.67] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
[02:17.33] Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
[02:21.97] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
[02:24.67] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'
[02:28.21] I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up
[02:30.09] Keep my wrist lit up
[02:30.93] Get outta line, I get you hit up
[02:32.72] Now if you say my name in your rhyme
[02:33.68] You better watch what you say
[02:35.43] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
[02:37.33] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
[02:40.04] 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
[02:42.73] I'ma say this shit now and never again
[02:45.49] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
[02:48.19] The games you playin', you get killed like that
[02:49.99] Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that
[02:53.56] See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?
[02:55.36] Scream murder!
[02:57.13] (I don't believe you!)
[02:58.94] Murder!
[02:59.84] (Fuck around and leave you!)
[03:01.72] Murder!
[03:02.67] (I don't believe you!)
[03:04.48] Murder, murder!
[03:05.30] (Your life's on the line!)
[03:06.24] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
[03:08.00] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[03:10.77] You gon' make me catch her on the late night
[03:12.56] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six
[03:16.17]
[00:06.10] Nobody likes me but that's okay
[00:11.28] 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway
[00:13.47] And I don't like y'all anyway
[00:16.22] Fuck all y'all!
[00:17.13] I got my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
[00:19.82] My gat talk for me, blat! Whattup homie?
[00:22.51] For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
[00:24.39] 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me
[00:27.11] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
[00:29.83] I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
[00:32.58] Coke price go up, capsules come down
[00:35.25] The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
[00:37.92] Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
[00:39.72] They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack
[00:43.38] When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
[00:45.19] I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head like a Hindu
[00:47.80] Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me
[00:50.63] OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be
[00:52.46] I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
[00:55.16] The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap
[00:57.89] The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
[01:00.52] The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks
[01:03.28] Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin' against me
[01:05.98] My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see
[01:07.76] Scream murder!
[01:09.53] (I don't believe you!)
[01:11.34] Murder!
[01:12.24] (Fuck around and leave you!)
[01:13.28] Murder!
[01:15.05] (I don't believe you!)
[01:15.99] Murder, murder!
[01:17.79] (Your life's on the line!)
[01:18.63] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
[01:21.37] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[01:23.10] If you gonna make me catch you on the late night
[01:24.97] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six
[01:28.58] I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random
[01:31.21] Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome
[01:33.97] I hate to hear, "He say, She say" shit
[01:36.70] Unless, he say, she said, "She on my dick"
[01:38.55] It's no coincidence, niggaz who fuck with me get shot up
[01:41.24] I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
[01:43.95] You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front
[01:46.67] I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
[01:49.37] In the hood they like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em"
[01:52.04] "You heard that shit?", "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
[01:54.77] Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
[01:56.57] You just a small player in this game, play a part son
[01:59.38] Scream murder!
[02:01.13] (I don't believe you!)
[02:02.03] Murder!
[02:03.88] (Fuck around and leave you!)
[02:04.76] Murder!
[02:06.52] (I don't believe you!)
[02:07.47] Murder, murder!
[02:08.32] (Your life's on the line!)
[02:10.16] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
[02:11.90] That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes
[02:14.67] Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
[02:17.33] Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa
[02:21.97] See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa
[02:24.67] I catch stunts when I ain't tryin'
[02:28.21] I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up
[02:30.09] Keep my wrist lit up
[02:30.93] Get outta line, I get you hit up
[02:32.72] Now if you say my name in your rhyme
[02:33.68] You better watch what you say
[02:35.43] You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
[02:37.33] Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
[02:40.04] 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
[02:42.73] I'ma say this shit now and never again
[02:45.49] We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
[02:48.19] The games you playin', you get killed like that
[02:49.99] Actin' like you all hard, you ain't built like that
[02:53.56] See me when you see me nigga, WHAT?
[02:55.36] Scream murder!
[02:57.13] (I don't believe you!)
[02:58.94] Murder!
[02:59.84] (Fuck around and leave you!)
[03:01.72] Murder!
[03:02.67] (I don't believe you!)
[03:04.48] Murder, murder!
[03:05.30] (Your life's on the line!)
[03:06.24] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me
[03:08.00] I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
[03:10.77] You gon' make me catch her on the late night
[03:12.56] Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six
[03:16.17]