Life`s On The Line (nobody Likes Me)

(Verse 1)<br>Nobody likes me...<br>Nobody likes me<br>But that`s ok<br>Cuz I don`t like yall anyway<br>An` I don`t like yall anyway<br>Yo!My watch talk for me<br>My whip talk for me<br>My gat talk for me<br>BLAW! what up homie<br>The bitches who don`t know me<br>They wanna blow me<br>Cuz the shit I floss with<br>be sayin` everything for me<br>I came into rap humbly<br>I don`t give a fuck now<br>I`ll serve anybody<br>like niggas who hustle uptown<br>The coke price go up<br>Cats just come down<br>The D`s run in my crib<br>I`m nowhere to be found<br>Niggas who hustle for me<br>They don`t even stash cracks<br>They keep it on `em<br>Right there in they ass crack<br>I don`t like a nigga<br>I don`t pretend to<br>I`ll Have the paramedics wrappin`<br>Your fuckin` head like a Hindu<br>Look I ain`t goin` nowhere<br>So be used to me<br>OG`s look at me<br>An` see I`m what they used to be<br>I`m that nigga that sold coke<br>The nigga that sold dope<br>The nigga that shot dice<br>Went broke an` sold soap<br>The thug that pop shit<br>The thug that pop myth`s<br>The thug that went from 3 1/2<br>To a whole brick<br>Nigga ain`t in his right mind<br>Goin` against me<br>My bitches pray at the words<br>That make a blind man see<br><br>(Hook)<br>Scream Muurdaaa<br>I don`t believe you<br>Muurdaaa<br>Fuck around an` leave you<br>Muurdaaa<br>I don`t believe you<br>Murda, murda<br>Your life`s on the line<br>Ya`ll niggas don`t<br>Want no parts of me<br>I`m tryin` to figure out<br>How ya`ll started me<br>You gon` make me<br>Catch you on a late night<br>Pop shots with the fifth<br>Then slide off in the six<br><br>(Verse 2)<br>I`m not a marksman while sparkin`<br>So I spray random<br>Not a pretty nigga<br>But my moms think I`m handsome<br>I hate to hear he say<br>She say shit<br>Unless he say<br>She says<br>She on my dick<br>It`s no coincidence<br>Niggas who fuck wit` me<br>Get shot up (blaw, blaw)<br>I`ll do a Cali-style-<br>Drive by, an` tear your block up<br>You soft duke<br>You puttin` up a crazy front<br>I stay wit` the mack<br>Them niggas tried to blaze me once<br>In the hood they`re like "Damn!"<br>"50 really spit it on `em."<br>"You heard that shit?"<br>"Yeah, 50 really shitted on `em."<br>Beef, you don`t want none<br>So don`t start none<br>You just a small playa in this game<br>Play your part, son<br><br>(Hook)<br>Scream Muurdaaa<br>I don`t believe you<br>Muurdaaa<br>Fuck around an` leave you<br>Muurdaaa<br>I don`t believe you<br>Murda, murda<br>Your life`s on the line<br><br>(Verse 3)<br>These cats always<br>Escape reality when they rhyme<br>That`s why they write about bricks<br>An` only dealt with dimes<br>Leave it to them<br>An` they say they got a fast car<br>Nascar<br>Truck with a crash bar<br>An` TV`s in the dash, Pa<br>See them in the five<br>Wit` stock rims<br>I just laugh, Pa<br>I catch stunts<br>When I ain`t tryin`<br>I ain`t lyin`<br>I sip Don P `til I spit up<br>Keep my wrist lit up<br>Get out of line<br>I`ll get you hit up<br>Now if you say my name<br>In your rhymes<br>You better watch what you say<br>You get carried away<br>You could get shot<br>An` carried away<br>Now here`s a list of MC`s<br>That could kill you in eight bars<br>50, ummm....<br>Jay-Z and Nas<br>I`ma say this shit now<br>An`never again<br>We ain`t buddies<br>We ain`t partners<br>An` we damn sure ain`t friends<br>The games you playin`<br>You get killed like that<br>Actin` like you all hard<br>You ain`t built like that<br>See me, when you see me nigga<br>What! What!<br><br>(Hook)<br>Scream Muurdaaa<br>I don`t believe you<br>Muurdaaa<br>Fuck around an` leave you<br>Muurdaaa<br>I don`t believe you<br>Murda, murda<br>Your life`s on the line<br>Ya`ll niggas don`t<br>Want no parts of me<br>I`m tryin` to figure out<br>How ya`ll started me<br>You gon` make me<br>Catch you on a late night<br>Pop shots with the fifth<br>Then slide off in the six