This is 50

Chorus:
I don't know what you take me for
I really don't play that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit

I got a ichy, ichy trigger finger, nigga it's killing me not to spary this shit
I got enough ammo shots to blow and put a hole in any mothafucker, 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 hoot ridin' 'round with a chrome four pound
Can you see through the limosine 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 'til I die for sure
Whether 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

Chorus

Now I gotta have shoes
You know chrome 22 everytime I get a brand new whip
I rode around in a 5 'til my money got ragged
Then I went back and got that shit
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 ???, and shit
In the middle of the night, you could turn on your light
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

Chorus

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