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Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin
50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop
Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it
Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)

Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
You ain't never heard a motherfucker spit like this
Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits
Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't miss it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime
See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine
And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine
Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange
You sit your 5-dollar ass down, before I make change
Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad
Fresh out the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
Niggas know, I ain't never pressed for dough
And niggas know, I don't serve nobody I don't know
Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.
My man brought em to me, see he ain't really know b
That it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop
First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys
Now we all co-de's, damn man I O.D.
You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat
Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep
Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
It's over I can't believe it, damn it's over
Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I'm never sober
380-6 shot glock top load-up
Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in your face
I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long
But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon
Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me   But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin   50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop   Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it   Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)      Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street   Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet   You ain't never heard a motherfucker spit like this   Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits   Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot   I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac   Now I'm sayin this shit slow, so you don't miss it   Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district   Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted   Son I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime   See I'm tired of all these rappin niggas dyin to shine   And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine   Hearing this next punch line from me, may sound strange   You sit your 5-dollar ass down, before I make change   Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad   Fresh out the jail, shit is really real   Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell   20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this   Niggas know, I ain't never pressed for dough   And niggas know, I don't serve nobody I don't know   Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z.   My man brought em to me, see he ain't really know b   That it was hot, dude was a cop   He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop   First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys   Now we all co-de's, damn man I O.D.   You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat   Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin l's up in the jeep   Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic   It's over I can't believe it, damn it's over   Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover   Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla   Used to never get high, now I'm never sober   380-6 shot glock top load-up   Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in your face   I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place   Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long   But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon