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  • Standard Tuning
     
    F#5, A5, B5, D5
  •  
    e----------------------------|
    B----------------------------|
  • G----------------------------|
    D----------------------------|
    A-4-------7-------9------12--|
  • E-2-------5-------7------10--|
     
    If there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
  • To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
    There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
    When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
  • I do what I gotta do I don't care I if get caught
    The DA can play this motherfuckin tape in court
    I'll kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin
  • Catch you slippin, I'ma kill you - I ain't playin, hear what I'm sayin,
    homie I ain't playin
     
  • [50 Cent]
    Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
    And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
  • In the hood summer time is the killing season
    It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
    I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
  • Sayin "Lord, Jesus Help Me" cause they ass leakin
    When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
    You can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
  • And you can run for ya back-up
    But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
    God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
  • We reload them clips and come right back
    It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
    I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
  • Look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
    Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
    If you was smart you'd be shook of me
  • Cuz I'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
    for me
     
  • [Chorus]
     
    [50 Cent]
  • My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
    Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
    Nigga you know the streets talk
  • So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
    I got my back against the wind, I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
    If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out
  • See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
    Locked up I was in a box by myself
    I done made myself a millionaire by myself
  • Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help
    I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
    But ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
  • With a pistol I define the definition of pain
    If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
    Oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
  • Lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
    See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
    Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
  •  
    [Chorus]
     
  • [50 Cent]
    After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
    If you don't wanna get shot I suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)
  • All the wrong I've done the Lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
    Fin'nin to run rap cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
     
  • Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
    You got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
    Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin Benz is bulletproof nigga
  • Cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
    Cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
    But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin concussion
  • Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
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