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Verse 1
Fm
C
Fm
C
Fm
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
'Cause I don't like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all (all y'all)
I let my watch talk for me,
my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me (baow)
they wana blow me
'Cause the shit I floss wit'
Verse 2
I don't give a fuck now
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle
uptown (uh- huh, uh- huh)
Coke price go up,
capsules come down
The D's run in my crib,
I'm nowhere to be found
Nigga's who hustle for me,
they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on 'em,
C
Fm
right there in they ass crack (yeah)
When I don't like a nigga,
I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your
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,
went broke then sold soap
The thug that pop shit,
the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three
mind goin' against me
My pictures painted the words,
Verse 3
believe you)
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe
you)
Murder, murder (your life's
on the line)
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
Verse 4
Fm
You tryna
you on the late night
Pop shots wit' the fifth then slide
Verse 5
so 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 said she on my dick
It's no coincidence,
niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive- by
you puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit the MAC 'cause niggas
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,
Verse 6
play your part, son
believe you)
C
Fm
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe
you)
Murder, murder (your life's
Verse 7
rhyme (uh- huh, uh- huh)
That's why they write about bricks and
only dealt wit' dimes (yeah)
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 ain't lyin', I sip Don P 'til I spit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo)
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, um, 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 ain't built like that
See me when you see me nigga,
Verse 8
believe you)
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe
you)
Murder, murder (your life's
on the line)
Verse 9
figure out how y'all started me
you on the late night
Pop shots wit' the fifth then slide off in
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