[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I left a message for your toy, got a chrome .44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It won't even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message
[50 Cent]
I was a itty-bitty n**** when Prince killed Drake
I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way
I spend seven-and-a-half hours baggin up grams
Gotta watch these n****z with the sticky-ass hands
See my face, do a hundred grams chopped on the mirror
Tell me I can't eat, I ain't tryin to hear it
JoJo wanted the b****es, I was tryin get my weight up
N**** get in the way and get shot down, straight up
I'm grimy, yeah my friends killed my friends
Like Blackey, he did that s*** to him
Get at me, I'm back strapped up again
I tried, I can't change, I'll always be the same
I tell my lil' n****z f*** pray
And any motherf***er down with 'em can suck me - I'm still mad
I got the cream to make a murder scene
If y'all n****z ain't shootin y'all can't f*** with me, come f*** with me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
The D's kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick
I came on the nuts, son n****z ain't give me s***
I tried bein cool, that cool s*** don't work for me
I put my gun in your face, you hear my a** perfectly
You can't park 'round here while I'm down here
I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head
But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for
Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights
I don't clown, I get down, I'm a different breed
Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me
I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone
Line 'em up nice, come through with the mac blowin
Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's all a repeat
I leave a shooter by your door to make your a** sleep
Now come out come out, find out what I'm about
That Ruger, that luger, I air your a** out
[Chorus]
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