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lirik lagu 50 cent gotta die 2nite (50 cent diss) – j-hood

[intro]
ayo n*gga we lost in yonkers right now man
crack your motherf*ckin’ bottle of yak, na’mean
crack a motherf*ckin’ dutch
dump like two or three dubs and motherf*ckin’, keep this sh*t goin’ man
you better not motherf*ckin’ stop this cd, my man scoob is holdin’ it down man
lost in yonkers
yo scoob hit ’em again

[verse]
can’t be serious n*gga
ayo my squad so gangsta (d*block)
that n*ggas try ta copy us
well here’s my hypothesis, n0body stoppin’ us
you hunger, i feed you steel, make room in your mouth (b*tch!)
half the police force probably gotta a room in your house (rat)
n*gga you can’t be serious, your whole style gimmicked out
it’s bullets in the clip, i won’t hesitate to get ’em out
i still keep it gutter the thirty*eight in the ol sock (yep)
when in thе h*ll was the last time you chillеd on your old block (never)
i’m in the hood frequently (yea)
where cracks, gats and reefas be (yea)
i stay wit the heat on me, n*ggas don’t wanna beef with me (not at all)
should’a had the decency to keep our names out your songs n*gga
but you had to go and run your mouth and now it’s on n*gga (yea)
f*ck if you paid (f*ck that)
got big homes and cars, we in the hood, we got great hooks excellent bars
i ain’t time for your games (nope)
so please don’t play ’em wit me
i don’t give a f*ck, so what the f*ck is you sayin’ to me (nuttin’)
your chain look nice, i catch you slippin’ then i’m yappin’ it (gimme that)
you might got a gun but p*ssy you ain’t clappin’ it (p*ssy)
’cause if you was, you would’a clap back when you got it (why i don’t hear no shots)
but you didn’t, you survive, now you runnin’ round tryna pop sh*t (why you ain’t bust back)
let it be known, i ain’t hatin’ but of course you gon’ sell when you in a no lose situation
you signed to a n*gga that’s sellin’ mills and you got one of the greatest producers ever, n*gga i’m bein’ real (know who i’m talkin’ ’bout)
you come at one, you gotta deal wit the other three (that’s life)
f*ck sayin’ it indirect ’cause i’ma say it publicly (f*ck that)
curtis you sonned out, let me speak to your grandpop’s
who want it, i’m strapped standin’ in front of the gram spot (d*block)
my ruger got a mind of it’s own, it just won’t take it’s eye off of your dome, it’s partially chrome
we the men in black and i will ??? is white man
i c*ck it back with the left and bust it with the right hand (buc, buc, buc)
i put in work, f*ck you think i’m on my job for
i was in the streets thuggin’ while your ass was in jive court (what up christopher)
basically what i’m sayin’ is little n*gga you a b*tch (b*tch n*gga)
and you wouldn’t bust a bubble if you was washin’ a dish motherf*cker
[outro]
southside mane
g*g*g*g
somebody gon’ die tonight
ayo mane
southside mane, screamin’ out southside (them bullets gon’ fly tonight) but n*ggas in southside don’t f*ck wit’chu mane
they don’t even remember the last time you been to southside mane (y’all n*ggas better hide ya ice)
f*ck outta here n*gga, you p*ssy n*gga
you don’ even be in the hood (’cause i’m gonna ride tonight)
we got this sh*t by far n*gga
n*ggas can’t be for real (somebody gon’ die tonight)
i ain’t even gon’ say nuttin’ ’bout the other n*gga ’cause spoony used to smack that n*gga up, you ask (them bullets gon’ fly tonight)
n*gga i don’ know what the f*ck is poppin’, y’all know what’s goin’ on n*gga
my 12 gauge knock all y’all n*ggas off stage n*gga (y’all n*ggas better hide ya ice)
f*ck is wrong wit’chall n*gga, don’t ever come at n0body over here n*gga, none of y’all n*ggas built like that
y’all n*ggas is rats! (’cause i’m gonna ride tonight)
ha ha ha (somebody gon’ die tonight)
and if you followin’ a rat, you a mouse n*gga
doin’ anythin’ to get that cheese n*gga, fall inta that trap, your ass get motherf*ckin’ clapped (them bullets gon’ fly tonight)

- j hood

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