50 Cent - Non Stop (Street King Energy Track #4) lyrics

Now I don't get along with these n***as anyway man I wish a n***a... [Verse 1:] You n***as won't believe I got the shooters to your shot You think you're built for bumpin' heads with me well n***a you're not This'll be the last time I try to f**ing warn you Next time your a** out of line, b**h I'm on you n***a that security you got ain't getting paid Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade You f**ing hesitate you gonna need first aid My blade'll turn a line man into a feather weight Who me? I wanna warn you motherf**ers ain't seen nothing like me Still looking for a juxs and my wrist so icy I tell the homies these n***as is full, eat 'em They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need 'em Take it off, tell that s**er "take it off" They ain't come up how we came up, man they n***as so soft Half man half dog man my n***as sense fear Brought 'em here in a Lear to take your Audemere [Hook:] n***a round the clock non stop n***as is hungry on my block I'm from south side n***a where the gangstas play Make one false move and you're blown away I make it so hot n***a my Glock Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots I'm from south side n***a where the gangstas play Make one false move and get blown away [Verse 2:] Don't get coffee with me p**y I told you before It's outlaw, lawless I f** you up regardless n***as say they be work in I wanna see what they saying Put that work in without a mans, bring me that n***a, chain him ATL BET we can AR in the park Make the parking lot sound like an Iraq war Feel the mood change when I step through the door Go head make me f** you up that's what we came here for Gym star, carve you up nice Have so much fun I wanna do it twice That's my b**h on the pole You tipping she's stripping I'm known for tripping I just slapped the clip in 599 Ferrari state dipping Cash getting, brick flipping Straight clip in, good ghetto living Big better vision Bigger plans for a bigger bed to get in [Hook:] n***a round the clock non stop n***as is hungry on my block I'm from south side n***a where the gangstas play Make one false move and you're blown away I make it so hot n***a my Glock Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots I'm from south side n***a where the gangstas play Make one false move and get blown away [Outro:] Yeah, ya'll see me laying low, I got so much sh** to say I'm a play, we gonna spar from now to the fight You understand how this goes down right? You seen this movie before, this a rerun 'Fore what we call it? We call it Get Rich Or Die Trying Huh, D12 n***as that time Nah nah nah, we call it the ma**acre We did 10 million that time What we gonna call it? Huh