Nobody Likes Me

Nobody likes me
[Brand new by fifty cent]
Nobody likes me but that's ok 'cause I don't like ya'll anyway
And I don't like ya'll anyway

Fuck all ya'll
I got my watch talk for me
My whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BAH what up homie

And bitches who don't know me they wanna blow me
'Cause the shit I floss with be sayin it all for me
I came into rap humble
I don't give a fuck now

Ill serve anybody
Like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up
Cats just come down

The D's run in my crib
I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me
They don't even stash cracks

They keep it on 'em
Right there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga
I don't pretend to

I'll have the paramedics wrappin'
Your fuckin' head like a Hindu
Look I ain't goin' nowhere
So get used to me

OG's look at me
An' see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke
The nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice

Went broke an' sold soap
The thug that pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from 3 1/2
To a whole brick

Nigga ain't in his right mind
Goin' against me
My bitches pray at the words
That make a blind man see
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an leave you
Muurdaaa

I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Yall niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin to figure out
How yall started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the sixth I'm not a marksman while sparkin'
So I spray random
Not a pretty nigga
But my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say
She say shit
Unless he say
She says
She on my dick
It's no coincidence
Niggas who fuck wit' me
Get shot up (blaw, blaw)
I'll do a Cali-style-
Drive by, an' tear your block up
You soft duke
You puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit' the mack
Them niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they're like Damn!
50 really spit it on 'em
You heard that shit?
Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em
Beef, you don't want none
So don't start none
You just a small playa in this game

Play your part, son
These cats always
Escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks

An' only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them
An' they say they got a fast car
Nascar

Truck with a crash bar
An' TV's in the dash, Pa
See them in the five
Wit' stock rims

I just laugh, Pa
I catch stunts
When I ain't tryin'
I ain't lyin'

I sip Don P till I spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get out of line
I'll get you hit up

Now if you say my name
In your rhymes
You better watch what you say
You get carried away

You could get shot
An' carried away
Now here's a list of MC's
That could kill you in eight bars
50, ummm

Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now
An'never again
We ain't buddies
We ain't partners

An' we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin'
You get killed like that
Actin' like you all hard

You ain't built like that
See me, when you see me nigga
What! What!