Life's On The Line

[Intro]

Nobody likes me, but that's okay

Cause I don't like y'all anyway

And 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, blow, what up homie

The bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me

Cause the shit I floss with saying a lot for me

[Verse 1]

I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now

I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown

Coke price go up, capsules come down

The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found

Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks

They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack

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

I'll have the paramedics wrap 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 picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

[Hook]

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!)

[Bridge]

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

I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me

You gon' make me catch you on the late night

Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off in the six

[Verse 2]

I'm not a marksmen 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

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 be 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

These cats always escape reality when they rhyme

That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes

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

NASCAR, truck with a crash bar

And TV's in the dash, pa

See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa

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

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 MC's that can kill you in eight bars:

50, umm.. Jay-Z and Nas

I'mma 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?

[Hook] [Bridge]