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    50 CENT

    Guess Who's Back? 2002 ©

    Doo Wop Freestyle

    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

    2002 ©




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