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Versuri 50 Cent Doo Wop Freestyle

Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me 
But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin 
50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop 
Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it 
Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) 
 
Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street 
Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet 
You ain't never heard a motherfucker spit like this 
Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits 
Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot 
I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac 
Now I'm sayin 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 rappin niggas dyin to shine 
And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine 
Hearing this next punch line 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 inditement, 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 O.T., pay 11 an o.z. 
My man brought em to me, see he ain't really know b 
That it was hot, dude was a cop 
He was just tryin to pop, to put the new beams on his drop 
First I served him o.z.'s, then I served him whole keys 
Now we all co-de's, damn man I O.D. 
You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat 
Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin 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 
Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover 
Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla 
Used to never get high, now I'm never sober 
380-6 shot glock top load-up 
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 motherfuckin marathon