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50 Cent Da Repercussions Here are the song lyrics for Da Repercussions by 50 Cent. For more excellent 50 Cent lyrics, run a search! [Talking] Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that You niggas schemin' on some jewels, you'll get CLAPPED for that If ya'll niggas want war, I got the MACK for that Run up with some work, and get your head CRACKED for that [Verse 1] Nigga if a nickel bag sold in the park, I want in on it The bullshit I'm in right now nigga, I've been on it (yeah) If I don't eat, nobody eat, code of the street No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo) You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees Feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok I take the stand under oath and lie Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry Or watch time go by Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 2] You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah) Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah) You bust your gun nigga (yeah), you on the run nigga (yeah) You treat a grown man, like he ya son (nigga) Yo, I ain't the first parolee, to catch his nigga for his rolee And after being on the street, less than a week Look, niggas who know me, know I'm up to no good Man my fan base is spreading like HIV in the hood Why smack a nigga silly, when I can squeeze the nilly (squeeze that shit) A slug'll split a niggas ass, worst than the philly I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need her If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me It's that soap opera shit, the bitch watch too much TV [Chorus - 2X] [Verse 3] Aight you niggas tryin' to do too much (STOP FRONTIN') Them little bit of chips you got son, (AIN"T NOTHIN') I seen you with your whip outside (YOU STUNTIN') You spent your last on that (YOU AIN'T HOLDIN' NOTHIN') Rap niggas, they actin' like they ready to flip When I let off a clip, it ain't a part of the script Its like tradition, rap niggas, dyin' they whips So I spent a little chips, to bulletproof my shit You a 6 coupe nigga, but you gears behind Nigga yours a 92, mine's a 99 Your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed Shallow up a seed, I'll write it down so you can read If you've been listening, I know you've been loving what I said If not you dumb fuck, I just run over your head [Chorus - 2X] [singing in background until fade]
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