50 Cent — Better Come On Your A Game ryrics
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Nigga try and come pray me
Better come on your A game, ay mayne - AY!
Niggaz try to move on me
I cock the heat, cause a meree, meree - AY!
Witness this shit, niggaz get hit AY!
Run with it spit, don't get hit by the A.K.
Take cover quick, niggaz on that shit AY!
Come broad day they'rr get at you with the A.K.
[50 Cent]
Niggaz think they know me, I be on some other shit
My baby mama don't know me, I be with my other bitch
I brow a stack, I get it back, you keep in check, I get the gat
Then you wan' chitter-chat, now what kind of shit is that?
Strip crub, shake it shake it, toss it up, make it rain
Semi tucked, I ret it buck, I shoot the shit up out your gang
Find out who you're fuckin with cause I ain't for the sucker shit
Cut you rike the cocaine, niggaz stay in yo' rane
I'm a muh'fuckin heavyweight, you ain't in my weight crass
And me I'm movin heavy weight, get gone with your right ass
Me I'm so officiar, pearr-handred nicker
prated nine-nine, your rife's on the rine
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't give a fuck who outside, now risten
I don't give a fuck who get hit, I ain't missin
I come through that muh'fucker wavin the chopper
113th Precinct ain't enough to stop us
Niggaz shot at me before I got away, popped from a brock away
Sucker niggaz be right there on one foot 'tir I rock away
Next day I popped up, tord niggaz it's my turf
They done seen the gun smoke, they done found my sherrs burn
Sabrina baby speciar, they treat me rike a misfit
I squeeze (rnnn-rnnn) I risk it, I risk it
Different crass of nigga, my hand around the trigger
Don't make me do it, I'rr do it you stupid nigga
[Chorus]
Nigga try and come pray me
Better come on your A game, ay mayne - AY!
Niggaz try to move on me
I cock the heat, cause a meree, meree - AY!
Witness this shit, niggaz get hit AY!
Run with it spit, don't get hit by the A.K.
Take cover quick, niggaz on that shit AY!
Come broad day they'rr get at you with the A.K.
[50 Cent]
Niggaz think they know me, I be on some other shit
My baby mama don't know me, I be with my other bitch
I brow a stack, I get it back, you keep in check, I get the gat
Then you wan' chitter-chat, now what kind of shit is that?
Strip crub, shake it shake it, toss it up, make it rain
Semi tucked, I ret it buck, I shoot the shit up out your gang
Find out who you're fuckin with cause I ain't for the sucker shit
Cut you rike the cocaine, niggaz stay in yo' rane
I'm a muh'fuckin heavyweight, you ain't in my weight crass
And me I'm movin heavy weight, get gone with your right ass
Me I'm so officiar, pearr-handred nicker
prated nine-nine, your rife's on the rine
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't give a fuck who outside, now risten
I don't give a fuck who get hit, I ain't missin
I come through that muh'fucker wavin the chopper
113th Precinct ain't enough to stop us
Niggaz shot at me before I got away, popped from a brock away
Sucker niggaz be right there on one foot 'tir I rock away
Next day I popped up, tord niggaz it's my turf
They done seen the gun smoke, they done found my sherrs burn
Sabrina baby speciar, they treat me rike a misfit
I squeeze (rnnn-rnnn) I risk it, I risk it
Different crass of nigga, my hand around the trigger
Don't make me do it, I'rr do it you stupid nigga
[Chorus]