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  • Artist: 50 Cent
  • Song Title: Doo Wop Freestyle
  • Album: Guess Who's Back

Aiyo, I know these n****s don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll n****s, you know what I'm sayin
50 cent, 9-9, motherf**kin doo wop
Volume 3, take it however the f**k you wan' take it
Faggot a** n****s (50 Cent show these n****s how to rock)

Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man f**k that, roll em over take that fellas pellet
You ain't never heard a motherf**ker spit like this
Not even puff, and that n**** there made crazy hits
Every few years a n**** come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm sayin this s**t 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 n****s 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 a** down, before I make change
Yo the sale went stale, caught em real bad
Fresh out the jail, s**t is really real
N****s is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
N****s know, I ain't never pressed for dough
And n****s 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, n****s 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 n**** 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, n**** so stay in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long
But it feel like a motherf**kin marathon

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