50 Cent – Life’s On The Line

Internationally recognized American hip hop and rap artiste, 50 Cent introduced tios amazing banging sound titled “Life’s On The Line”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 18 on his top charting album project called “Get Rich or Die Tryin” was officially released on 6 February 2003.

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LYRICS

Nobody likes me

Nobody likes me, but that’s OK

‘Cause I don’t like y’all anyway

Man, I don’t like y’all anyway

Fuck all y’all!

I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me

My gat talk for me, bow! What up, homie?

Them bitches who don’t know me, they wanna blow me

‘Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me

I came in the rap humble, I don’t give a fuck now

I’ll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Coke price go up, capsules come down

The Ds run in my crib, I’m nowhere to be found

Niggas who hustle for me, they don’t even stash tracs

They keep it on ’em, right there in they ass crack (Yeah!)

When I don’t like a nigga, I don’t pretend to

I’ll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu

Look, I ain’t going nowhere so get used to me

OG’s look at me and see I’m what they used to be

I’m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope

The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap

The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips

The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick

Nigga ain’t in his right mind going against me

My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (Woo!)

Scream murder, I don’t believe you

Murder, fuck around and leave you

Murder, I don’t believe you

Murder, murder, your life’s on the line

Y’all niggas don’t want no part of me

You tryna figure out how y’all started me

You gon’ make me catch you on a late night

Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six

I’m not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random

Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I’m handsome

I hate to hear “he say, she say” shit

Unless he say she said she on my dick

It’s no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (Blat!)

Do it Cali style, drive by and tear ya block up

You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front

I stay with the Mac cause niggas tried to blaze me once

In the hood, they like, “Damn, 50 really spit it on ’em”

“You heard that shit?” “Yeah, 50 really shitted on ’em”

Beef, you don’t want none, so don’t start none

You’re just a small player in this game, play your part, son

Scream murder, I don’t believe you

Murder, fuck around and leave you

Murder, I don’t believe you

Murder, murder, your life’s on the line

These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

That’s why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (Yeah!)

Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car

NASCAR, truck with a crash bar

And TVs in the dash, paw

See ’em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (Hahaha)

I catch stunts when I ain’t trying, I ain’t lying

I sip Dom P ’til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up

Get outta line, I get you hit up (Woo!)

Now if you say my name in your rhyme

You better watch what you say

You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away

Now here’s a list of MCs that can kill you in eight bars

50, um… Jay-Z and Nas

I’m ‘a say this shit now and never again

We ain’t buddies, we ain’t partners, and we damn sure ain’t friends

The games you playing, you get killed like that

Acting like you all hard, you ain’t built like that

See me when you see me, nigga! What!

Scream murder, I don’t believe you

Murder, fuck around and leave you

Murder, I don’t believe you

Murder, murder, your life’s on the line

Y’all niggas don’t want no parts of me

You tryna figure out how y’all started me

You gon’ make me catch you on a late night

Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six