50 Cent - Dump (its Like That) lyrics

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50 Cent - Dump (its Like That) lyrics

[50 Cent] N-gga we not playing zero tolerance for that fake sh-t get shot playing, that's how we on it yeah its rap til we start spraying when you see the nozzle on that k you should start praying [Chorus] I dont wanna waste time talking to fella's who run up on me talking that bullsh** instead I let them talk when my goons get hellish the ony way they talk is with a full clip you gon make them boys dump you gon make them boys slump you gon make them boys dump leave you and your man slump you gon make them boys dump show them with the right one you gon make them boys dump it's like that for real [Jadakiss] here shorty wild, tre pounds, 40 cals at the dice game, brand new hundreds, 40 thou' stay fly, work out, all we eat is halal you'll never catch em dirty cause all they keep is a smile when they caught em with a gat in the car, you beat it in trial you don't say too much, never eager to style remind me of Gotti, yeah, shine with the shotty lawyer so good, paid a fine for the body h**n and B-more, crib by the seashore car service to the G4 (?) valour piff rolled in the dutch or the cuban cigar trying to expand the brand so he could see more everybody love em from the cribs to the beat dogs leave n-ggas for dead, let em have a bleed off 44 to the head, will tear a n-gga meat off won't show any emotions when he let the heat off [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah yeah, my nick name change, call me tre when I'm snubbin' them billy when I clubbin' them Bop when I'm cuttin them n-ggas dying, I aint cryin' I don't even f-ck with them card game shuffle, hundred grand in the duffle black jack, poker, p knuckle, you win, f-ck you n-ggas try and line me say I'm grimey four hundred mill and I still can't chill call me G double barrel N doom, boom I do it like a natty n-gga do wa**up, New York city's pharoah potato on a barrell shell case muffle make me come touch you I finger f-ck my firearm, we intimate, Im into it [Chorus] [Jadakiss] hit em in the head with the dummies than you good funeral homes make the most money in the hood either using the chrome, pearl handles or the wood animals trying to get away with whatever they could it's spooky how you could get rich off Lucy's four stacks for the jacket, sneaks cost a (?) you see the five stars I'm a general salute me they want a n-gga to disappear, they tryna poof me I'm just in the crib countin gwap up all night, I got a new crew, DOS, dump on sight I be in and out of the country I jump off flights four fifth is room temperature, the pumps on ice handle sh-t accordingly whenever itt comes to you do the right thing or the get the right thing done to you whatever you do I just hope you got a gun with you the tommy is like a live band when the drum hits you [Chorus]