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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


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