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50 Cent - Da Repercussions lyrics

Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real sh** n***a

You n***as say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that
You n***as schemin' on some j**els, you'll get CLAPPED for that
If ya'll n***as want war, I got the MACK for that
Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that

[Verse 1]
n***a if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it
The bullsh** I'm in right now n***a, I've been on it (yeah)
If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my n***as rollin' with heat (woo)
You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
n***as want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 2]
You gettin' money n***a (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest sh** out this (yeah)
You bust your gun n***a (yeah), you on the run n***a (yeah)
You treat a grown man, like he ya son (n***a)
Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his n***a for his rolee
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And after being on the street, less than a week
Look, n***as who know me, know I'm up to no good
Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood
Why smack a n***a silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that sh**)
A slug'll split a n***as a**, worst than the philly
I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita
My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her
It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her
If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her
She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me
It's that soap opera sh**, the b**h watch too much TV

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3]
Aight you n***as tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN')
Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN')
I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN')
You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')
Rap n***as, they actin' like they ready to flip
When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script
Its like tradition, rap n***as, dyin' they whips
So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my sh**
You a 6 coupe n***a, but you gears behind
n***a yours a 92, mine's a 99
Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read
If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said
If not you dumb f**, I just run over your head

[Chorus - 2X]

[singing in background until fade]

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