I hate to hear "he say, she say" shit OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be Puffy ran up on Steve, why you ain't ran up on Suge? Murda, fuck around and leave you Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips Murder! And I don't like y'all anyway They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack Coke price go up, cats is come down Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars Murda, I don't believe you In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em" You better what, watch what you say That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up Murda, murda, your life's on the line I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I split up These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Murder, murder! Ja, when I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to Coke price go up, capsules come down You gon' make me catch her on the late night Coke price go up, capsules come down Damn, why you ran to 'Preme to get your shit back? Murder, murder! 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas (Fuck around and leave you!) I hate to hear, "He say, She say" shit It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (Blat!) The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found, Niggaz who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks And I don't like y'all anyway Copyright: Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Terence Quentin Dudley Lyrics Terms of Use. Nas said he half-man, half-amazin' [Intro] [Bridge] Murder, murder! Fuck all y'all! (I don't believe you!) Murder! "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em" (Your life's on the line!) Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me Handwritten lyrics to three songs by internationally renowned songwriter Bob Dylan have been put on sale in an auction organised by Moments in Time. I'll have the paramedics wrappin' ya fuckin' head like a Hindu Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found [Hook] An annotation cannot contain another annotation. Man, I don't like y’all anyway Murder, murder! The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick Murda, fuck around and leave you Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six, I'm not a marksmen while sparkin', so I spray random The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap This is just a preview! 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 [Hook] Now if you say my name in your rhyme feat. I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold sope You tryna figure out how y'all started me Keep my wrist lit up (I don't believe you!) Murder! ), Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me The games you playin', you get killed like that Lyrics to 'Life's On The Line' by 50 Cent. They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack Fuck all y'all! If you gonna make me catch you on the late night See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (Your life's on the line!) I'll serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to sold soap, The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be See me when you see me nigga, one Murder! Make sure your selection Token), Legggo by Meek Mill (Ft. Peedi Crakk & Young Chris), Murda Land vs. Murder! [Verse 2] Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Your life's on the line! Y'all niggas don't want no part of me Dark Lyfe by URLtv (Ft. Brizz Rawsteen, Calicoe, Murda Mook & T-Top). Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved. I ain't lyin', I sit Dom P till I spit up Pop shots with the fifth and slide off with the six, feat. If you gonna make me catch her on the late night You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Murder! I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope 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 My gat talk for me, blat! Life's On The Line Lyrics. Murder! Nobody likes me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Lyrics to Life on the Line by Frank Tovey from the Fad Gadget by Frank Tovey album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more! The songs featured in the auct... Papa Roach trolls Donald Trump with 'Last Resort' lyrics. You better watch what you say The thug that went from three and a half to a whole bricks Murda, I don't believe you (I don't believe you!) That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (Yeah!) You gon' make me catch you on the late night Man, I don't like y'all anyway I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (Hahaha) Murder, murder! Jigga stay away from Ja before he get on some bullshit (Your life's on the line!) And I don't like y'all anyway Scream murder, I don't believe you (Your life's on the line!) Now if you say my name in your rhyme 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway Alternate version of the POTD song with the same name, made somewhere in 1998. You gon' make me catch her on the late night (I don't believe you!) TKN. They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me What up, homie? Your Life’s on the Line (Alternate Version) Lyrics. My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (Woo!) (Fuck around and leave you!) Nobody likes me Murder! That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to (I don't believe you!) (Your life's on the line!) Not a pretty nigga but my mom's think I'm handsome Get outta line, I get you hit up The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick (I don't believe you!) ), Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me Cause I don’t like y'all anyway 50 Cent Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.com. Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin (Edited Version), Nobody likes me Fuck all y'all! 'Cause the shit I floss with sayin' a lot for me, I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none Look, I ain't goin' nowhere, so get used to me [Verse 1] You gon' make me catch her on the late night I stay with the Mac, 'cause niggaz tried to blaze me once, In the hood they like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em" Coke price go up, capsules come down You soft duke, you puttin' up a crazy front There are rumors of yet another version with Tony Yayo on it. The thug, that pop shit, the thug that pop clips (I don't believe you!) For bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me Scream murder, I don't believe you Nascar, truck with a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa

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