50 Cent - SMS Get the Message lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent - SMS Get the Message lyrics]
Nigga I ain’t fucking around
SMS, get the message, get the message!
SMS, get the message!
I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig?
I go to war with one nine
I work, you see mine
But I ain’t never ever gonna say I did it
In a hoopty, hoody on
Cruising the back locks
You stuntin’ on hungry niggas
Go ahead get your ass shot
Your neck got your chain on it
Bullet got your name on it i’m serious
Sometimes it seems like I’m playin’
Dump a shell case in your face
The DA’s coming for me
They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case
I know some niggas, some snitches
I know some bitches who’s scared
I got some shooters around me
And they stay fully prepared
We got them straps you niggas
Look at and flinch ghetto nigga get rich
What you think I’ma get?
We got that pump in that chopper
We got the tech in that sweeper
We got that Ruger that Mac
I call it my bitch nigga ether
All we do is get that grain
And my niggas move cocaine
Plus we let them hammers bang
I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang
Inhale! Smell the gunpowder
My hands is full of residue
Niggas’ll shoot niggas
You lucky it weren’t you
Nigga, my vest on, my chucks are bomb proof
You shoot, I shoot back
Find God when I’m on you
This ain't tales of the crypt, nigga
This tales of the hood
Stay the fuck out the way with
Your mouth shut like you should!
When the bullshit start I’mma find a spot
Aim it right at your knot
Than the shell cases’ll drop
Man, you niggas don’t know me
You know my government name
Go ‘head ask about booboo
They tell you I let it bang
Got a big reputation
There’s something wrong with my brain
Nigga front, I’mma squeeze it
Go ‘head stunt, i’m squeeze it
All we do is get that grain
And my niggas move cocaine
Plus we let them hammers bang
I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang
Yeah! Back on my shit, man!
I don’t give a fuck about fitting in
You niggas gonna follow me!
Back to the ground
Nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
Now wan’ get dirty with me?
We gon’ see if you all
You niggas done with soft?
All y’all get with the shit man
This the shit man
All the real niggas feel it!
Rest of you RnB ass niggas
Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga
Fuck It! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
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SMS, get the message, get the message!
SMS, get the message!
I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
I run from one time, fuck a pig, ya dig?
I go to war with one nine
I work, you see mine
But I ain’t never ever gonna say I did it
In a hoopty, hoody on
Cruising the back locks
You stuntin’ on hungry niggas
Go ahead get your ass shot
Your neck got your chain on it
Bullet got your name on it i’m serious
Sometimes it seems like I’m playin’
Dump a shell case in your face
The DA’s coming for me
They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case
I know some niggas, some snitches
I know some bitches who’s scared
I got some shooters around me
And they stay fully prepared
We got them straps you niggas
Look at and flinch ghetto nigga get rich
What you think I’ma get?
We got that pump in that chopper
We got the tech in that sweeper
We got that Ruger that Mac
I call it my bitch nigga ether
All we do is get that grain
And my niggas move cocaine
Plus we let them hammers bang
I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang
Inhale! Smell the gunpowder
My hands is full of residue
Niggas’ll shoot niggas
You lucky it weren’t you
Nigga, my vest on, my chucks are bomb proof
You shoot, I shoot back
Find God when I’m on you
This ain't tales of the crypt, nigga
This tales of the hood
Stay the fuck out the way with
Your mouth shut like you should!
When the bullshit start I’mma find a spot
Aim it right at your knot
Than the shell cases’ll drop
Man, you niggas don’t know me
You know my government name
Go ‘head ask about booboo
They tell you I let it bang
Got a big reputation
There’s something wrong with my brain
Nigga front, I’mma squeeze it
Go ‘head stunt, i’m squeeze it
All we do is get that grain
And my niggas move cocaine
Plus we let them hammers bang
I’m talking ’bout the Unit gang
Yeah! Back on my shit, man!
I don’t give a fuck about fitting in
You niggas gonna follow me!
Back to the ground
Nigga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
Now wan’ get dirty with me?
We gon’ see if you all
You niggas done with soft?
All y’all get with the shit man
This the shit man
All the real niggas feel it!
Rest of you RnB ass niggas
Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, nigga
Fuck It! G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
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