Lirik Lagu Nobody Likes Me - 50 Cent
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Nobody likes me[brand new by fifty cent]nobody likes me but thats ok cuz i dont like ya'll anywayand I dont like ya'll anywayfuck all ya'll
[verse]i got my watch talk for memy whip talk for memy gat talk for meBAH what up homieand bitches who dont know me they wanna blow mecuz the shit I floss with be sayin it all for meI came into rap humbleI dont give a fuck nowI’ll serve anybodylike niggas who hustle uptownThe coke price go upCats just come downThe D's run in my cribI'm nowhere to be foundNiggas who hustle for meThey don't even stash cracksThey keep it on 'emRight there in they ass crackI don't like a niggaI don't pretend toI’ll have the paramedics wrappin'Your fuckin' head like a HinduLook I ain't goin' nowhereSo get used to meOG's look at meAn' see I'm what they used to beI'm that nigga that sold cokeThe nigga that sold dopeThe nigga that shot diceWent broke an' sold soapThe thug that pop shitThe thug that pop clipsThe thug that went from 3 1/2To a whole brickNigga ain't in his right mindGoin' against meMy bitches pray at the wordsThat make a blind man see
[chorus]Scream MuurdaaaI don't believe youMuurdaaaFuck around an leave youMuurdaaaI don't believe youMurda, murdaYour life's on the line
[chorus]Yall niggas dontWant no parts of meI'm tryin to figure outHow yall started meYou gon' make meCatch you on a late nightPop shots with the fifthThen slide off in the sixth
I'm not a marksman while sparkin'So I spray randomNot a pretty niggaBut my moms think I'm handsomeI hate to hear he sayShe say shitUnless he sayShe saysShe on my dickIt's no coincidenceNiggas who fuck wit' meGet shot up (blaw, blaw)i'll do a Cali-style-Drive by, an' tear your block upYou soft dukeYou puttin' up a crazy frontI stay wit' the mackThem niggas tried to blaze me onceIn the hood they're like "Damn!""50 really spit it on 'em.""You heard that shit?""Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em."Beef, you don't want noneSo don't start noneYou just a small playa in this gamePlay your part, son
[Verse]These cats alwaysEscape reality when they rhymeThat's why they write about bricksAn' only dealt with dimesLeave it to themAn' they say they got a fast carNascarTruck with a crash barAn' TV's in the dash, PaSee them in the fiveWit' stock rimsI just laugh, PaI catch stuntsWhen I ain't tryin'I ain't lyin'I sip Don P 'til I spit upKeep my wrist lit upGet out of linei'll get you hit upNow if you say my nameIn your rhymesYou better watch what you sayYou get carried awayYou could get shotAn' carried awayNow here's a list of MC'sThat could kill you in eight bars50, ummm....Jay-Z and Nasi'ma say this shit nowAn'never againWe ain't buddiesWe ain't partnersAn' we damn sure ain't friendsThe games you playin'You get killed like thatActin' like you all hardYou ain't built like thatSee me, when you see me niggaWhat! What!
[Chorus]
[verse]i got my watch talk for memy whip talk for memy gat talk for meBAH what up homieand bitches who dont know me they wanna blow mecuz the shit I floss with be sayin it all for meI came into rap humbleI dont give a fuck nowI’ll serve anybodylike niggas who hustle uptownThe coke price go upCats just come downThe D's run in my cribI'm nowhere to be foundNiggas who hustle for meThey don't even stash cracksThey keep it on 'emRight there in they ass crackI don't like a niggaI don't pretend toI’ll have the paramedics wrappin'Your fuckin' head like a HinduLook I ain't goin' nowhereSo get used to meOG's look at meAn' see I'm what they used to beI'm that nigga that sold cokeThe nigga that sold dopeThe nigga that shot diceWent broke an' sold soapThe thug that pop shitThe thug that pop clipsThe thug that went from 3 1/2To a whole brickNigga ain't in his right mindGoin' against meMy bitches pray at the wordsThat make a blind man see
[chorus]Scream MuurdaaaI don't believe youMuurdaaaFuck around an leave youMuurdaaaI don't believe youMurda, murdaYour life's on the line
[chorus]Yall niggas dontWant no parts of meI'm tryin to figure outHow yall started meYou gon' make meCatch you on a late nightPop shots with the fifthThen slide off in the sixth
I'm not a marksman while sparkin'So I spray randomNot a pretty niggaBut my moms think I'm handsomeI hate to hear he sayShe say shitUnless he sayShe saysShe on my dickIt's no coincidenceNiggas who fuck wit' meGet shot up (blaw, blaw)i'll do a Cali-style-Drive by, an' tear your block upYou soft dukeYou puttin' up a crazy frontI stay wit' the mackThem niggas tried to blaze me onceIn the hood they're like "Damn!""50 really spit it on 'em.""You heard that shit?""Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em."Beef, you don't want noneSo don't start noneYou just a small playa in this gamePlay your part, son
[Verse]These cats alwaysEscape reality when they rhymeThat's why they write about bricksAn' only dealt with dimesLeave it to themAn' they say they got a fast carNascarTruck with a crash barAn' TV's in the dash, PaSee them in the fiveWit' stock rimsI just laugh, PaI catch stuntsWhen I ain't tryin'I ain't lyin'I sip Don P 'til I spit upKeep my wrist lit upGet out of linei'll get you hit upNow if you say my nameIn your rhymesYou better watch what you sayYou get carried awayYou could get shotAn' carried awayNow here's a list of MC'sThat could kill you in eight bars50, ummm....Jay-Z and Nasi'ma say this shit nowAn'never againWe ain't buddiesWe ain't partnersAn' we damn sure ain't friendsThe games you playin'You get killed like thatActin' like you all hardYou ain't built like thatSee me, when you see me niggaWhat! What!
[Chorus]
