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50 Cent Lyrics


Yeah, it is what it is man
Uh huh

Sirens flashin' you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin', cross full of diamonds he bought grindin'
His foot slip off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through, askin' niggas if they know what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack
Figure, I'll push it to the limit, take the shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm
First to let off last to run, every time it's on

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
'Cause I don't need 'em
'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

(What? Nigga is there, is there a motherfuckin' problem nigga?)
(Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so, pussy!)

Niggas be talkin' 'bout me, they always callin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the 80's
Sayin they gon' do me somethin', now you know that's a lie
Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire
I prevents runnin', cut my fuckin' hand on the barbed wire
This shit's crazy, it's just a different day it's the same shit
Hollow-tip partin' yo' head, leave your whole fuckin' brain split
They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin
What's the matter? They can't get that hooptie started
Thought they was grindin', well God damn, where that money at?
Thought you was fucked up, 'cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter fact, you's a buster
I don't trust ya, I should send niggas to touch ya

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
'Cause I don't need 'em
'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

What? Who say they gon' do somethin' to me?
Must be out your rabbit-ass mind
Fuck around kill one of these niggas


Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.



Written by: Anthony Best, Curtis James Jackson

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@daniellavill4744

Still fire…all these years later and a breath of fresh air 🥹

@abelruiz6029

Wish it was longer

@SupremexBeing7

50 MURDERED THAT FIRST VERSE

@ihopeyousliponabananaclip9946

That banks verse is life moto

@double8beats

Man I heard this one before Talibs so it sounds original to me.

@donaldb93

I’m low key jealous that you heard this version first even tho I love both

@Esco_9723

Man this shit is legendary

@montydonjuan

This song is so classic still love 50s verse 20 years later

@leaderofnow

Bodied it

@ChloefileFIN

Just my opinion but Banks kills this like almost every G-Unit track :)

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