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YOUR LIFE'S ON THA LINE<br />[brand new by fifty cent]<br />nobody likes me but thats ok cuz i dont like ya'll anyway<br />and i dont like ya'll anyway<br />fuck all ya'll <br /><br />[verse]<br />i got my watch talk for me <br />my whip talk for me <br />my gat talk for me<br />BAH what up homie<br />and bitches who dont know me they wanna blow me<br />cuz the shit i floss with be sayin it all for me<br />i came into rap humble<br />i dont give a fuck now<br />ill serve anybody <br />like niggas who hustle uptown <br />The coke price go up <br />Caps just come down <br />The D's run in my crib <br />I'm nowhere to be found <br />Niggas who hustle for me <br />They don't even stash cracks <br />They keep it on 'em <br />Right there in they ass crack <br />I don't like a nigga <br />I don't pretend to <br />I'll have the paramedics wrappin' <br />Your fuckin' head like a Hindu <br />Look I ain't goin' nowhere <br />So get used to me <br />OG's look at me <br />An' see I'm what they used to be <br />I'm that nigga that sold coke <br />The nigga that sold dope <br />The nigga that shot dice <br />Went broke an' sold soap <br />The thug that pop shit <br />The thug that pop clips<br />The thug that went from 3 1/2 <br />To a whole brick <br />Nigga ain't in his right mind <br />Goin' against me <br />My pictures painted the words <br />That make a blind man see <br /><br />[chorus]<br />Scream Muurdaaa <br />I don't believe you <br />Muurdaaa <br />Fuck around an leave you <br />Muurdaaa <br />I don't believe you <br />Murda, murda <br />Your life's on the line <br /><br />[chorus]<br />Yall niggas dont <br />Want no parts of me <br />I'm tryin to figure out <br />How yall started me <br />You gon' make me <br />Catch you on a late night <br />Pop shots with the fifth <br />Then slide off in the sixth <br /><br />I'm not a marksman while sparkin' <br />So I spray random <br />Not a pretty nigga <br />But my moms think I'm handsome <br />I hate to hear he say <br />She say shit <br />Unless he say <br />She says <br />She on my dick <br />It's no coincidence <br />Niggas who fuck wit' me <br />Get shot up (blaw, blaw) <br />I'll do a Cali-style- <br />Drive by, an' tear your block up <br />You soft duke <br />You puttin' up a crazy front <br />I stay wit' the mack <br />Them niggas tried to blaze me once <br />In the hood they're like "Damn!" <br />"50 really spit it on 'em." <br />"You heard that shit?" <br />"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em." <br />Beef, you don't want none <br />So don't start none <br />You just a small playa in this game <br />Play your part, son<br /><br />[Verse] <br />These cats always <br />Escape reality when they rhyme <br />That's why they write about bricks <br />An' only dealt with dimes <br />Leave it to them <br />An' they say they got a fast car <br />Nascar <br />Truck with a crash bar <br />An' TV's in the dash, Pa <br />See them in the five <br />Wit' stock rims <br />I just laugh, Pa <br />I catch stunts <br />When I ain't tryin' <br />I ain't lyin' <br />I sip Don P 'til I spit up <br />Keep my wrist lit up <br />Get out of line <br />I'll get you hit up <br />Now if you say my name <br />In your rhymes <br />You better watch what you say <br />You get carried away <br />You could get shot <br />An' carried away <br />Now here's a list of MC's <br />That could kill you in eight bars <br />50, ummm.... <br />Jay-Z and Nas <br />I'ma say this shit now <br />An'never again <br />We ain't buddies <br />We ain't partners <br />An' we damn sure ain't friends <br />The games you playin' <br />You get killed like that <br />Actin' like you all hard <br />You ain't built like that <br />See me, when you see me nigga <br />What! What! <br /><br />[chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
YOUR LIFE'S ON THA LINE<br />[brand new by fifty cent]<br />nobody likes me but thats ok cuz i dont like ya'll anyway<br />and i dont like ya'll anyway<br />fuck all ya'll <br /><br />[verse]<br />i got my watch talk for me <br />my whip talk for me <br />my gat talk for me<br />BAH what up homie<br />and bitches who dont know me they wanna blow me<br />cuz the shit i floss with be sayin it all for me<br />i came into rap humble<br />i dont give a fuck now<br />ill serve anybody <br />like niggas who hustle uptown <br />The coke price go up <br />Caps just come down <br />The D's run in my crib <br />I'm nowhere to be found <br />Niggas who hustle for me <br />They don't even stash cracks <br />They keep it on 'em <br />Right there in they ass crack <br />I don't like a nigga <br />I don't pretend to <br />I'll have the paramedics wrappin' <br />Your fuckin' head like a Hindu <br />Look I ain't goin' nowhere <br />So get used to me <br />OG's look at me <br />An' see I'm what they used to be <br />I'm that nigga that sold coke <br />The nigga that sold dope <br />The nigga that shot dice <br />Went broke an' sold soap <br />The thug that pop shit <br />The thug that pop clips<br />The thug that went from 3 1/2 <br />To a whole brick <br />Nigga ain't in his right mind <br />Goin' against me <br />My pictures painted the words <br />That make a blind man see <br /><br />[chorus]<br />Scream Muurdaaa <br />I don't believe you <br />Muurdaaa <br />Fuck around an leave you <br />Muurdaaa <br />I don't believe you <br />Murda, murda <br />Your life's on the line <br /><br />[chorus]<br />Yall niggas dont <br />Want no parts of me <br />I'm tryin to figure out <br />How yall started me <br />You gon' make me <br />Catch you on a late night <br />Pop shots with the fifth <br />Then slide off in the sixth <br /><br />I'm not a marksman while sparkin' <br />So I spray random <br />Not a pretty nigga <br />But my moms think I'm handsome <br />I hate to hear he say <br />She say shit <br />Unless he say <br />She says <br />She on my dick <br />It's no coincidence <br />Niggas who fuck wit' me <br />Get shot up (blaw, blaw) <br />I'll do a Cali-style- <br />Drive by, an' tear your block up <br />You soft duke <br />You puttin' up a crazy front <br />I stay wit' the mack <br />Them niggas tried to blaze me once <br />In the hood they're like "Damn!" <br />"50 really spit it on 'em." <br />"You heard that shit?" <br />"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em." <br />Beef, you don't want none <br />So don't start none <br />You just a small playa in this game <br />Play your part, son<br /><br />[Verse] <br />These cats always <br />Escape reality when they rhyme <br />That's why they write about bricks <br />An' only dealt with dimes <br />Leave it to them <br />An' they say they got a fast car <br />Nascar <br />Truck with a crash bar <br />An' TV's in the dash, Pa <br />See them in the five <br />Wit' stock rims <br />I just laugh, Pa <br />I catch stunts <br />When I ain't tryin' <br />I ain't lyin' <br />I sip Don P 'til I spit up <br />Keep my wrist lit up <br />Get out of line <br />I'll get you hit up <br />Now if you say my name <br />In your rhymes <br />You better watch what you say <br />You get carried away <br />You could get shot <br />An' carried away <br />Now here's a list of MC's <br />That could kill you in eight bars <br />50, ummm.... <br />Jay-Z and Nas <br />I'ma say this shit now <br />An'never again <br />We ain't buddies <br />We ain't partners <br />An' we damn sure ain't friends <br />The games you playin' <br />You get killed like that <br />Actin' like you all hard <br />You ain't built like that <br />See me, when you see me nigga <br />What! What! <br /><br />[chorus]
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