50 CENT Don't Need'Em lyrics

Yeah, it is what it is man
Uh huh

Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'

The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me

When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack

Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
First to let off, last to run, every time it's on

I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
'Cause, I don't need 'em
'Cause, they're never around
When I'm down, shot and I'm bleedin'

What, niggas yeah
Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
Oh, yeah
That's what I thought so, pussy


Niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', like now you know that's a lie
Nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind

Queen's nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
Up a fence runnin', cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
Shit's crazy, just a different day, it's the same shit

Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
They sit, they see me in the Aston Martin
What's the matter, they can't get that hoopty started
Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at

Thought you was fucked
'Cause, you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya

I tell niggas to suck my dick
Get the fuck out my face
'Cause, I don't need 'em
'Cause, they're never around
When I'm down, shot and I'm bleedin'

What?
Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
You must be out your rabbid ass mind
Fuck around and kill one of these niggas