50 Cent - n***as Be' Schemin' lyrics

[Intro: Male speaks] Nah, nah, nah! Look here, n***a! Here's what the f** you gotta do, you gotta... CLEAN this mothaf**a! [gun co*ks] Make sure this don't f**in' jam, man! You're a f**in' criminal, man, ya heard? Bet' y'all spilt somethin' on it, n***a. [Chorus: 50 Cent {Kidd Kidd}] n***as be schemin', - fiendin'... They cut your jooks, they off the hook; I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!) I'm ridin', leanin', they dreamin'... They do me dirty if they could, I'm lookin' like I wish you would! (I wish you would!) {Try me, go 'head! - Try me!} [gun co*ks] n***as be schemin', - dreamin'... {Try me, have you hooked to I-V!} [gun co*ks] n***as be schemin', - dreamin'! {huuuuuhh!} [Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] Mad n***as wan' do me dirty, I'm fresh out the tub! (I'm fresh out the tub!) You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug. Man, I wake up huggin' my b**h; One with the extended clip, not the one that I'm with; Uh! [gun co*ks] - If you all made men, then you know sh** real; They got change on the mic', I ain't tryna see 'em k**ed! I told 'em that's my cause, I don't wanna see nothin' happen to him, (word!) Cause when I start spittin' at him, I ain't rappin' to him. (huuuuh!) Yeah, I'm jumpin' in that water like a DIVER Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!) These n***az AIN'T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!) I feel like 50, - hold "Power Of The Dollar"! I told my n***a give me one of them bulletproof trucks; I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up. I'm lookin' at the n***a lettin' off [3 shots] Wait until you finish the clip. - Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!) [Chorus] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] It sounds like a nightmare! - I graduated from fightin'; Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments. See my baby blue Ferrari make 'em feel like the virus In their stomach. - I keep it one hundred, I make 'em vomit! Got a code name for straps: - "the sacks in the trumpet"; I get the blowin'. - Ya ears'll ring for days when I dump it! My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don't talk to Narcs; So the first 48 the clock tickin', the plot thickens! The charge "c**aine possession", I'm creepin' with a fireaaarm; The D's don't even wanna see me - with a firearm. 'Fore I go back again, I'm a let it off! They ain't gotta pop first, f** that! I'm a set it off. I need a mental eval, something's wrong with my brainwaves; I'm rich as a motherf**er, still ridin' with a A-K! Picture me comin' through, lettin' a n***a play me When I got all this bread. - b**h it's off with ya head! - ASAP! (ASAP!) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] I had to be slippin' to let this clown hit me UP; Now I got to walk around with this sh** bag for MONTHS! Now I don't give a fu*k 'bout a b**h or a n***a Startin' to treat my own brothers like they're just another n***a! My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger; Condom on my heart. - Mother-f** your feelings! They call me "Superman", see? I ain't 'posed to walk; Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork - OFF! [50 Cent] See they ain't real as they seem and they schemin', They fiendin' and dreamin', they geekin' and creepin'! They hear tires screechin', - infrared beamin'! n***az head leakin', what the f** was he thinkin'? Sounds of police, momma signin' new leases, You know you got to relocate her when you beefin'! I guess you're here for a real reason, Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain't f**in' breathin'! - Uhh! [Chorus] [beat fades-out]