50 Cent - Look What You Made Me Do lyrics

[Verse 1] Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back I bet n***as will stand around sayin' "Damn who did that?" I'm the type n***a to dare you to touch the jack I'm the type to borrow your gat then won't give the sh** back Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T Caress the a** gently in back of Bentleys You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons In a heart shaped hot tub with the b**h flappin I'm planning to take over New York then start expanding Was Bob Marley singing about teks when he sung "I'm Jammin'? n***a f** with my cash and I'll blast yo' a** Snatch the Glock out the stash in the dash in mash Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' a** Put the gat to your head and remind your a** I ain't playin' with you, I want my money motherf**er [Verse 2] Yo, some n***a just shot the block up dog, word? He had the same sh** you got on dog, word? I know you done did it so get the f** up outta hear, ya heard? I run with n***as that'll spray and strip and stay there sh** You won't let us pump on your block, f** it, we makin it hot I'm that n***a that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone in baby blue drop I got a lot of hungry n***as with me straight from the street These industry n***as are startin' to look like something to eat They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand My n***as living on section eight in public housing They'll murder you and keep the sh** low cause n***as heard of you Them b-more n***as is rowdy rowdy Them Detroit n***as is bout it bout If they say they gonna k** ya n***a don't you doubt it Got your gun well don't leave home without it [Verse 3] Yo, your man could have ran when I robbed him but he froze Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the n***a dozed The b**h could have helped you get rich, but she chose Now you heart broke, that's what you get for lovin' them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid Runnin round without no heat, it's like a fifth with no kick A fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit A bad b**h that won't blow dick It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin' spot with no dice Like f**in' supermodel b**hes and not bustin' off twice I murder any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice I only say things once, never twice, don't f** with me