This Is 50 Lyrics

This is 50

I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that s***
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that s***
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, n**** its a killa in me not to spray that s***
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole in every m*********** out this b****
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed you goin' be strong enough to take this s***
I'm in the hood ridin' round with a chrome fo' pound, can you see through the windows see tints
I do dirt, the gat bussa, get to kickin' up dust, 'fore the jakes come around here kid
n***** get knocked if they start askin' question, my name end up in all types of s***
I be a gangsta, a n**** till I die for sure, whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian and flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks

[Chorus: x2]
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's, every time I get a brand new whip
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got right, then I went back and got that six
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day, I call up the milk truck and s***
I have ya hoe, eye ballin' at the light, d*** pimpin', you should take time to check that b****
You saw me riding through the hood, actin' like its all good, but I'm lookin' for a ? and s***
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights, I mean my n***** in ya crib
n**** holla if there's a problem, and your n***** got drama, I got burners for sell and s***
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time, holo-tips and the extra clips

[Chorus x2]
Man I'm tired of tellin' n***** over and over everything about me be gangsta
Man I'm tired of tellin' n***** over and over I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man I'm tired of tellin' n***** over and over they can hustle and I'm in your s***
Man I'm tired of tellin' n***** over and over you don't listen you goin' get ya a** hit

This is 50
n**** cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
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