Da Repercussions
50 Cent Lyrics

Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga
I'm affirming that what I'm about to say is real and important

You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get slapped for that
Don't talk smack about me or my crew unless you want to get physically hit

You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get clapped for that
If you plan to steal from me or my crew, you'll get shot

If ya'll niggas want war, I got the mack for that
If you're looking for trouble, I have the firepower to match it

Run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that
If you come around with drugs to sell, you'll get physically harmed

Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
If you're selling drugs, I want to be a part of it

The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah)
The problems and struggles I'm facing are not new to me

If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
I have to look out for myself and my crew, or no one will survive

No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo)
We won't give up or back down, and we always carry weapons

You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
You'll know my style, I smoke marijuana under palm trees

Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
I'm making money and enjoying life's simple pleasures

Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
I buy drugs directly from the source and celebrate by dancing

Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
Your crew earns a thousand dollars a day, but that's not enough to be considered rich

I take the stand under oath and lie
I'm willing to commit perjury before I betray my crew

Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
I'd rather go to prison or die than cooperate with law enforcement against my crew

Or watch time go by
I'm willing to wait it out if it means protecting my loyalty to my crew

Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
People want to steal my drugs or take a small portion of the profits

In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die
If someone in my crew steals from me, they should suffer serious consequences, even death

You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
If you're making money, you're also attracting negative attention or becoming too mainstream

Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
I'm the most popular or successful artist in the scene

You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)
If you shoot someone, you'll be running from the police and seeking protection from me and my crew

You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga)
You're acting like a parental figure toward another man, which is disrespectful

Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee
I'm not the first person on parole to rob someone for their watch

And after being on the street, less than a week
I was back to criminal activity almost immediately after being released from prison

Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good
People who are familiar with me know that I'm always involved in shady or illegal behavior

Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
My popularity is growing rapidly in the neighborhood

Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)
Why bother hitting someone when I can shoot them instead?

A slug'll split a nigga's ass, worst than the philly
A bullet will cause more damage to someone than a baseball bat

I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
I always carry a gun and dilute my drugs with cheaper substitutes

My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
My girlfriend became difficult to deal with, so I broke up with her

It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
Breaking up was painful, but it was necessary for my own well-being and success

If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even have to see her
If we didn't have a child together, I wouldn't have to interact with her at all

She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
My ex-girlfriend is pretending she doesn't miss me, but I know she does

It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV
She's creating unnecessary drama, like something from a TV show

Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (stop frontin')
Stop pretending to be something you're not

Them little bit of chips you got son, (ain't nothin')
The small amount of money you have is insignificant

I seen you with your whip outside (you stuntin')
I saw you with your car outside, trying to show off

You spent your last on that (you ain't holdin' nothin')
You wasted all your money on that car and have nothing left

Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip
Other rappers are acting like they're ready to turn on each other or start a conflict

When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
When I shoot my gun, it's not just for show or entertainment

Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips
It's almost like a trend for rappers to get killed in their cars

So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit
I paid to have my car made bulletproof to decrease the chances of being attacked

You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind
You have an outdated or inferior car

Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99
My car is newer and better than yours

Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
You're not on my level, and I had to learn how to survive and make money in the ghetto

Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read
Make your money grow quickly, and I'll write down how to do it for you

If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said
I'm confident that my listeners are enjoying my music and lyrics

If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head
If you don't understand or appreciate my lyrics, it's because you're not intelligent enough