50 Cent I Don't Need Em (Produced By BuckWild) Lyrics

[50 Cent]
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 first slip off the ladder of success he was climbin
The D's came through, askin n____z 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 c__e, 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 s___ 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, everytime it's on

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I tell n____z to suck my d___, get the f___ out my face
Cause I don't need 'em
Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin

(What? n____ is there.. is there a m_________in problem n____?)
(Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so.. p____!)

[50 Cent]
n____z be talkin 'bout me, they always callin me crazy
f___ them O.G. n____z, they stuck in the 80's
Sayin they gon' do me somethin, now you know that's a lie
n____ you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind
Queens n____ put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, n____ move, or get caught in the crossfire
I prevents runnin, cut my f___in hand on the barbed wire
This s___'s crazy, it's just a different day it's the same s___
Hollow-tip partin yo' head, leave your whole f___in 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 d___, where that money at?
Thought you was puffed up, cause you was lettin paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter fact, youse a buster
I don't trust ya, I should send n____z to touch ya

[Chorus]
I tell n____z to suck my d___, get the f___ 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-a__ mind, f___ around kill one of these n____z)