nobody likes me 

[brand new by fifty cent]

nobody likes me but thats ok cuz i dont like ya'll anyway

and i dont like ya'll anyway

fuck all ya'll 



[verse]

i got my watch talk for me 

my whip talk for me 

my gat talk for me

BAH what up homie

and bitches who dont know me they wanna blow me

cuz the shit i floss with be sayin it all for me

i came into rap humble

i dont give a fuck now

ill serve anybody 

like niggas who hustle uptown 

The coke price go up 

Cats just come down 

The D's run in my crib 

I'm nowhere to be found 

Niggas who hustle for me 

They don't even stash cracks 

They keep it on 'em 

Right there in they ass crack 

I don't like a nigga 

I don't pretend to 

I'll have the paramedics wrappin' 

Your fuckin' head like a Hindu 

Look I ain't goin' nowhere 

So get used to me 

OG's look at me 

An' see I'm what they used to be 

I'm that nigga that sold coke 

The nigga that sold dope 

The nigga that shot dice 

Went broke an' sold soap 

The thug that pop shit 

The thug that pop clips

The thug that went from 3 1/2 

To a whole brick 

Nigga ain't in his right mind 

Goin' against me 

My bitches pray at the words 

That make a blind man see 



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Scream Muurdaaa 

I don't believe you 

Muurdaaa 

Fuck around an leave you 

Muurdaaa 

I don't believe you 

Murda, murda 

Your life's on the line 



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Yall niggas dont 

Want no parts of me 

I'm tryin to figure out 

How yall started me 

You gon' make me 

Catch you on a late night 

Pop shots with the fifth 

Then slide off in the sixth 



I'm not a marksman while sparkin' 

So I spray random 

Not a pretty nigga 

But my moms think I'm handsome 

I hate to hear he say 

She say shit 

Unless he say 

She says 

She on my dick 

It's no coincidence 

Niggas who fuck wit' me 

Get shot up (blaw, blaw) 

I'll do a Cali-style- 

Drive by, an' tear your block up 

You soft duke 

You puttin' up a crazy front 

I stay wit' the mack 

Them niggas tried to blaze me once 

In the hood they're like "Damn!" 

"50 really spit it on 'em." 

"You heard that shit?" 

"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em." 

Beef, you don't want none 

So don't start none 

You just a small playa in this game 

Play your part, son



[Verse] 

These cats always 

Escape reality when they rhyme 

That's why they write about bricks 

An' only dealt with dimes 

Leave it to them 

An' they say they got a fast car 

Nascar 

Truck with a crash bar 

An' TV's in the dash, Pa 

See them in the five 

Wit' stock rims 

I just laugh, Pa 

I catch stunts 

When I ain't tryin' 

I ain't lyin' 

I sip Don P 'til I spit up 

Keep my wrist lit up 

Get out of line 

I'll get you hit up 

Now if you say my name 

In your rhymes 

You better watch what you say 

You get carried away 

You could get shot 

An' carried away 

Now here's a list of MC's 

That could kill you in eight bars 

50, ummm.... 

Jay-Z and Nas 

I'ma say this shit now 

An'never again 

We ain't buddies 

We ain't partners 

An' we damn 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 nigga 

What! What! 



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