lirik lagu 50 cent – who shot ya? (freestyle)
[intro]
yo, yo
uh huh, yeah, uh, uh
uh huh, what, what, yo
[verse 1]
i breathe comfortable when i use the slow flow
f~ckin’ your ho on the floor of my condo
go rough fo sho when i hear ????
better run too n~gga, police behind yo
mix a lil hash, sheesh in with the hydro
you ain’t got to tell me i’m hot, n~gga i know
if it’s beef i’ma clap me a n~gga and get low
i ain’t with doin’ the hit if it ain’t for no real dough
give me the money first, i be back with the blow
sh~t ain’t pumpin’ out here man it’s movin’ mad slow
n~gga you know you owe, you better give me my dough
or get hit with six sh~lls from the big fo fo
look i’m destined to be successful, son i bless you
catch you on a late night wit a trey~a special
yo rough, roll the weed while i tell ’em what i need
i need cream by the stacks, sh~lls for the mac
rims for the ac’ and a b~tch to blow her back
i need the coke to come back, mad time on a jack
i got the fendi sweaters, all i need is the hats
i need the police to chill, stay the f~ck off my back
see a n~gga in a benz, swear he peddlin’ crack
i need a stash box dog, so i could stash the gat
i need a stadium light to leave ’em blind as a bat
flippin’ from under my plate when i’m runnin’ from jake
i make no mistakes, son i need extra papes
my man up north, he need the new kid capri tape
i’m physically fit, nah for real, son i’m in shape
i need a bad spanish b~tch to take me out on a date
one time for your motherf~ckin’ mind
[interlude]
one time, uh, yo, yo
f~ck that son, i’ma get loose on this sh~t one time man
f~ck this sh~t, yo
[verse 2]
n~gga if you ain’t worth a mill, you ain’t far from broke
got enough heart to sell weed but you scared of dope
i wouldn’t snitch on a n~gga if the feds bribe me
yo ass ah hit more notes than ron isley
after 3 summers in the jail i thought life was hard
some n~ggas start fightin’, some n~ggas found god
you know me, i start sellin’ leak in the yard
yo, i ran into n~ggas who used to have hummers
big as h~ll in the joint wearin’ ’86 numbers
d~mn dog, you been in here that long?
you could think that, but say that and yo’ ass is dead wrong
a convo is only three words, “yo what up”
you ain’t gotta work out to leave this b~tch cut up
let a n~gga find out you on some goin’ home sh~t
and you tryna bounce wit out payin’ a loan sh~t
i watch n~ggas beat cases on the strength of they cream
after witnesses disappear on the strength of they team
[interlude]
yo, yo, yo ,yo, yo
feel me on this sh~t
yo, yo
[verse 3]
i’m hard as h~ll to get along wit’
so it never fails, a n~gga i got beef with end up in the same jail
he had a l rolled in bible paper, blowin’ the lye
i sent him a lil kite just to be blowin’ his high
and when i shot you in new york, why would i box you now?
i catch you goin’ to sick call i’ma ox you down
one reason i
[outro]
yo, yo
ayo
f~ck that sha, let that sh~t play, yo son
let that sh~t play son, f~ck that
n~gga i’ma ringer n~gga
i’ma professional muh’
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