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



[chorus]

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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