50 Cent - Da Repercussions Lyrics
[Talking]Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one...., it's real shit nigga[Chorus]You niggaz say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for thatYou niggaz schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for thatIf y'all niggaz want war, I got the MACK for thatRun up with some work, and get your head TRACKED for that[Verse 1]Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it (uh huh)The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah)If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the streetNo surrender, no retreat, my niggaz rollin' with heat (woo)You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm treesFeel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys (uh)Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yayYour people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just okI take the stand under oath and lieBefore I snitch on my clique, I'll fryOr watch time go byNiggaz want to steal slabs, and dib or dabIn the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die[Chorus] - 2X[Verse 2]You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah)You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga)Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his roleeAnd after being on the street, less than a week (uh huh)Look, niggaz who know me, know I'm up to no goodMan my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hoodWhy smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)A slug'll split a niggaz ass, worst than the phillyI stay with the heater, cut the D with BonitaMy wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her (woo)It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need herIf it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see herShe tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe meIt's that soap opera shit, the ***** watch too much TV[Chorus] - 2X[Verse 3]Aight you niggaz 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 son (YOU STUNTIN')You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN')Rap niggaz, they actin' like they ready to flipWhen I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the scriptIts like tradition, rap niggaz, dyin' they whips (dyin' they whips)So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit (bulletproof my shit)You a 6 coupe nigga, but you years behind (years behind)Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99 (mine's a 99)Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeedShall up a seed, I'll write it down so you can readIf you've been listening, I know you like loving what I saidIf not you dumb *****, I just run over your head[Chorus] - 2X[*Singing throughout the entire song, and by itself until fade*]
