[Chourus]
I, dont´ know what you take me for
I, really don´t play that shit
I, ain´t got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit
I got a ichy, ichy trigger finger nigga it´s killing me, not to spray this shit
I got enough amo shots to blow and put a hole in any mothaf**ka, out this bitch
I unload to reload when you get hit I suppose you gonna be strong enough to, take this shit
I´m in the hoopt ridin´ round with a chrome four pound can you see through the, limozine tints
I do dirt the gat bust I get to kickin´ up dust before the jakes come around, here kid
Niggas get knocked the D´s start askin´ questions my name end up in all types, of shit
I be a gangsta nigga till I die for sure weather I´m poor or I´m, filthy rich
Now what you know about movin´ that Peruvian flake for that cake, I get rid of them bricks
[Chourus]
I, dont´ know what you take me for
I, really don´t play that shit
I, ain´t got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit
Now I gotta have shoes you know chrome 22 everytime I get a, brand new whip
I rode around in a 5 till my money got ragged then I went back, and got that sex
I´m in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day I called up the milk truck, and shit
I have your hoe eyeballin´ at the light Damn Pimpin´ you should take time and check, that Benz
So I´m ridin´ through the hood actin´ like it´s all good but I´m lookin´ for a joax?, and shit
In the middle of the night you could turn on your life, find me and my niggas, in your crib
Nigga holla if there´s a problem and your niggas got drama I got burners for sale, and shit
Got them Macs, got them 9´s, got them Techs. full of dime, hollow tips and them extra clips
[Chourus]
I, dont´ know what you take me for
I, really don´t play that shit
I, ain´t got to get you here
I get out myself and spray that shit
Man I´m tired of tellin´ niggas over and over, everything about me being gangsta
Man I´m tired of tellin´ niggas over and over, I won´t hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man, I´m tired of tellin´ niggas over and over, they can´t hustle without leavin´ me shit
Man, I´m tired of tellin´ niggas over and over, you don´t listen you gonna get your ass hit
This is 50
Yeah
nigga cherish me
Like the water you drink
Like the air you breathe
You need me to live
Yeah
compositores: Curtis James Jackson, Michael J Clervoix, Robert Brandon Smith
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