50 Cent - Da Repercussions lyrics

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50 Cent - Da Repercussions lyrics

[Talking] Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real sh** n***a [Chorus] 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 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]