50 Cent - The Repercussions Lyrics
Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga[Chorus]You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for thatYou niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for thatIf ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for thatRun up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that[Verse 1]Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on itThe 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 niggas rollin' with heat (woo)You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm treesFeel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keysCop 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 byNiggas 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 weekLook, niggas 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 niggas ass, worst than the phillyI stay with the heater, cut the D with BonitaMy wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave herIt 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 niggas 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 niggas, they actin' like they ready to flipWhen I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the scriptIts like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whipsSo I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shitYou a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behindNigga yours a 92, mine's a 99Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeedShallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can readIf you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I saidIf not you dumb *****, I just run over your head[Chorus - 2X][singing in background until fade]
