50 Cent - Doo Wop Freestyle lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - Doo Wop Freestyle lyrics]
Ayo, I know these niggas don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll niggas
You know what I'm saying?
50 cent, 9-9, motherfucking Doo Wop
Volume 3
Take it however the fuck you wanna take it
Faggot ass niggas
(50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)
Yo, they shot that boy down like
A dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck
That, roll 'em over, take that Pelle Pelle
You ain't never heard a
Motherfucker spit like this
Not even Puff and that nigga
There made crazy hit's
Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm saying this shit slow
So you don't miss it don't be a statistic
My jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit
Touch mines and get twisted
Son, I'm off the meter
My mind locked on crime
See I'm tired of all these
Rapping niggas dying to shine
And I'm tired of fiends asking
For a dime for nine
Hearing this next punchline from
Me may sound strange
You sit your 5 dollar ass
Down before I make change
Yo, the sale went stale, caught 'em real bad
Fresh out the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is still in jail
And I pray they don't tell
20 man indictment, my lawyer gotta fight this
Niggas know I ain't never pressed for dough
And niggas know I don't serve
Nobody I don't know
Son said he was from OT, pay 11 an OZ
My man brought 'em to me
See he ain't really know, b
That it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just trying to prop to put
The new beams on his drop
First I served him OZ's then
I served him whole keys
Now we all co-d's - damn man, I OD
You know how it is on the street
Niggas is holding the heat
Po-po walking to beat
We burning L's up in the jeep
Ain't nothing sweet
We used to move so strategic
It's over, I can't believe it, damn it's over
Feds seized the Six
The Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rolling in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I'm never sober
380 six-shot Glock top loader
Keep it in my waist, son
I'll put one in your face
I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga
So stay in your place just jumped bail
I ain't been on the run long
But it feel like a motherfucking marathon
Come on, bounce, nigga, bounce
Wop the reason why y'all
Motherfuckers say bounce, bitch
Niggas, niggas don't set trends
Niggas just jump on dicks
That's why they Bloods and Crips now
But I don't like none of ya'll niggas
You know what I'm saying?
50 cent, 9-9, motherfucking Doo Wop
Volume 3
Take it however the fuck you wanna take it
Faggot ass niggas
(50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)
Yo, they shot that boy down like
A dog in the street
Left him smelly, man fuck
That, roll 'em over, take that Pelle Pelle
You ain't never heard a
Motherfucker spit like this
Not even Puff and that nigga
There made crazy hit's
Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm saying this shit slow
So you don't miss it don't be a statistic
My jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit
Touch mines and get twisted
Son, I'm off the meter
My mind locked on crime
See I'm tired of all these
Rapping niggas dying to shine
And I'm tired of fiends asking
For a dime for nine
Hearing this next punchline from
Me may sound strange
You sit your 5 dollar ass
Down before I make change
Yo, the sale went stale, caught 'em real bad
Fresh out the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is still in jail
And I pray they don't tell
20 man indictment, my lawyer gotta fight this
Niggas know I ain't never pressed for dough
And niggas know I don't serve
Nobody I don't know
Son said he was from OT, pay 11 an OZ
My man brought 'em to me
See he ain't really know, b
That it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just trying to prop to put
The new beams on his drop
First I served him OZ's then
I served him whole keys
Now we all co-d's - damn man, I OD
You know how it is on the street
Niggas is holding the heat
Po-po walking to beat
We burning L's up in the jeep
Ain't nothing sweet
We used to move so strategic
It's over, I can't believe it, damn it's over
Feds seized the Six
The Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a nigga rolling in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I'm never sober
380 six-shot Glock top loader
Keep it in my waist, son
I'll put one in your face
I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga
So stay in your place just jumped bail
I ain't been on the run long
But it feel like a motherfucking marathon
Come on, bounce, nigga, bounce
Wop the reason why y'all
Motherfuckers say bounce, bitch
Niggas, niggas don't set trends
Niggas just jump on dicks
That's why they Bloods and Crips now