50 Cent Life's On The Line (Bonus Cut) Lyrics

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
f___ all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For b____es who don't know me
...They wanna blow me cuz the s___ I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't give a f___ now
Serve anybody like n____s who hustle uptown
c__e price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
n____s who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they a__ crack
When I don't like a n____, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your f___in head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that n____ that sold c__e, the n____ that sold dope
The n____ that shot Dice went broke and sold soap
The thug, they pop s___
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
n____ ain't in his right mind, goin against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (f___ around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)

Y'all n____s don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty n____ but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" s___
Unless he say she say she on my d___
It's no coincidence, n____s who f___ wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz n____s tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "d___, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that s___?" "Yeah, 50 really s___ted on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son

[Hook]

These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up (Wooo!)
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this s___ now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we d___ sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me n____, one
(One)

[Hook]

Y'all n____s don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six