50 CENT - Da Repercussions Lyrics lyrics

rate me

[Talking]

Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga

[Chorus]

You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that

You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that

If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that

Run 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 it

The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah)

If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street

No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo)

You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees

Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys

Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay

Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok

I take the stand under oath and lie

Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry

Or watch time go by

Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab

In 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 rolee

And after being on the street, less than a week

Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good

Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood

Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit)

A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly

I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita

My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her

It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her

If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her

She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me

It's that soap opera shit, the bitch 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 flip

When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script

Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips

So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit

You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind

Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99

Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed

Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read

If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said

If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head

[Chorus - 2X]