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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
50 Cent
Stimme und Gesang
Lloyd Banks
Stimme und Gesang
Young Buck
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
50 Cent
Komponist:in
Young Buck
Komponist:in
Lloyd Banks
Komponist:in
Robert Smith
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Black Jeruz
Produzent:in
Sha Money XL
Produzent:in
Pat "Pat 'Em Down" Viala
Mischtechniker:in
Josh McDonnel
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
G unit
No peace talks no white flags no mercy I'm gettin' yo ass
[Verse 2]
**** done heard about my click, how we stay with the toasters
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't want to bang with the best
I have doc removing fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgiving' man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off, don't curse my kid
They say fifty done blew up, fifty you changed
**** you stunt, I pull out and you see I'm that same ****
That when he start to roar, I think he's flying
Eight outta eight are moving targets, you run you still dying
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raised no chump, I don't talk no popo
[Verse 3]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 4]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 5]
There once was some **** that tried to murder me
I hit 'em up, put 'em in plastic surgery
This four five, I've made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, instead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some **** catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a **** change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin' up cars
I'm smokin' **** like a Cuban cigar, let's get it poppin
[Verse 6]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 7]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 8]
I'm tired of you **** with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A D D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats eighty sneaks
These **** tellin' out the blue
So you hang 'em off the bridge, at least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lifting your bags, the bell or hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood **** that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That's why them little **** in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave 'em a break flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role with copies
I put more staples in your ass than a telephone pole, yeah
[Verse 9]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here you surrounded by crooks
[Verse 10]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, **** lookin' for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Written by: 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Robert Smith, Young Buck