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lirik lagu 50 cent – warning you (ft. skylar grey)

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[hook: skylar grey]

when they say my time is up

and i am just collecting dust

don’t turn on me

don’t turn on me

and when they claim that i’m washed up

or when my guns begin to rust

i’m warning you

don’t turn on me

[verse 1: 50 cent]

december 9, ’97 i told jay i’m gonna’ blow

failing’s not an option, my son’s turning twenty-one years old

i wrote a verse about the night i just spent in central bookings

cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin’

fast forward my grind, 9-8-’99 more eigths more o’s

broken in nickels and dimes

i told n-gg- i’d make it, they was doubting me then

picture me zonin’ on the park bench pushin’ my pit

who needs enemies my friend?keep shootin’ my friends

they takin’ hits now, they’ll blow your brains out for a biz

call me a dreamer, cause i could see myself on top

word to sabrina, i’m gettin’ my -ss off this block

[hook]

[verse 2: 50 cent]

no no no no no, dont dont dont dont dont

aint it funny how the n-gg-s i came up wasn’t b-mpin’ me

product of the slum, i guess its misery loves company

told mama when i be something to believe in

they was more concerned who was rollin’ up the weed did

jay & jay didn’t work, neither did columbia

got shot, got dropped, one h-lluva summer huh?

one year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones

bill collectors come around thats when you know you’re on your own

strap the vest, c-ck the chrome, they countin’ me out, i’mma show em

i fought my way out of mother f-ckin’ corners before

i’m better under pressure i’m built for it

been the under dog all my life, i’m still here boy

[hook]

[verse 3: 50 cent]

em and dre gave me a shot and i ran with it

homie in the cell saying “d-mn, my man did it”

get rich or die trying made it to the top

i’m fightin’ off my compet-tion trying not to drop

it seems like no one seen him f-ckin’ with the key

all they see was me tryna take off their f-ckin’ head

they don’t see the slap, all they hear is the shot

as soon as somebody hit, i’m sure they’ll run to the cops

i’m not a bully of the east, if i don’t start no beef

i meet aggression with aggression, i learned that on the streets

i see em frontin’ on they blogs, sayin’ i’m done

like i aint got that flow they know be number one

[hook]