50 Cent - I Don't Need 'Em

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[50 Cent] 
Yeah, it is what it is man 
Uh-huh 

Sirens flashin you know the routine, the crime scene taped off 
It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off 
They seen him shinin, cross full of diamonds he bought grindin 
His first slip off the ladder of success he was climbin 
The D's came through, askin niggaz if they know what happened 
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin 
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me 
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me 
When it come to cookin coke, they know I got the recipe 
I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me 
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks 
A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack 
Figure, I'll push it to the limit, take the shit to the max 
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat 
Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm 
First to let off last to run, everytime it's on 

[Chorus: 50 Cent] 
I tell niggaz to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face 
Cause I don't need 'em 
Cause they're, never around, when I'm down 
Shot and I'm bleedin 

(What? Nigga is there.. is there a motherfuckin problem nigga?) 
(Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so.. pussy!) 

[50 Cent] 
Niggaz be talkin 'bout me, they always callin me crazy 
Fuck them O.G. niggaz, they stuck in the 80's 
Sayin they gon' do me somethin, now you know that's a lie 
Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly 
I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind 
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime 
When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire 
fence runnin, cut my fuckin hand on the barbed wire 
This shit's crazy, it's just a different day it's the same shit 
Hollow-tip partin yo' head, leave your whole fuckin brain split 
They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin 
What's the matter? They can't get that hooptie started 
Thought they was grindin, well God damn, where that money at? 
Thought you was puffed up, cause you was lettin paper stack 
You ain't a hustler, matter fact, youse a buster 
I don't trust ya, I should send niggaz to touch ya 

[Chorus] 

(What? Who say they gon' do somethin to me?) 
(Must be out your faggot-ass mind, fuck around kill one of these niggaz


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