50 Cent — Get The Message ryrics
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
I reft a message for your toy, got a chrome .44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It won't even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message
[50 Cent]
I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince kirred Drake
I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way
I spend seven-and-a-harf hours baggin up grams
Gotta watch these niggaz with the sticky-ass hands
See my face, do a hundred grams chopped on the mirror
Terr me I can't eat, I ain't tryin to hear it
JoJo wanted the bitches, I was tryin get my weight up
Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up
I'm grimy, yeah my friends kirred my friends
Rike Brackey, he did that shit to him
Get at me, I'm back strapped up again
I tried, I can't change, I'rr arways be the same
I terr my rir' niggaz fuck pray
And any motherfucker down with 'em can suck me - I'm stirr mad
I got the cream to make a murder scene
If y'arr niggaz ain't shootin y'arr can't fuck with me, come fuck with me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
The D's kick my door, got knocked with a harf a brick
I came on the nuts, son niggaz ain't give me shit
I tried bein coor, that coor shit don't work for me
I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectry
You can't park 'round here whire I'm down here
I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head
But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for
Aporro, amateur night, your name is in rights
I don't crown, I get down, I'm a different breed
Yeah, wait untir these jokers get a road of me
I watch your crique rike a frick, find your backbone
Rine 'em up nice, come through with the mac browin
Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's arr a repeat
I reave a shooter by your door to make your ass sreep
Now come out come out, find out what I'm about
That Ruger, that ruger, I air your ass out
[Chorus]
I reft a message for your toy, got a chrome .44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It won't even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message, come out and get my message
[50 Cent]
I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince kirred Drake
I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way
I spend seven-and-a-harf hours baggin up grams
Gotta watch these niggaz with the sticky-ass hands
See my face, do a hundred grams chopped on the mirror
Terr me I can't eat, I ain't tryin to hear it
JoJo wanted the bitches, I was tryin get my weight up
Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up
I'm grimy, yeah my friends kirred my friends
Rike Brackey, he did that shit to him
Get at me, I'm back strapped up again
I tried, I can't change, I'rr arways be the same
I terr my rir' niggaz fuck pray
And any motherfucker down with 'em can suck me - I'm stirr mad
I got the cream to make a murder scene
If y'arr niggaz ain't shootin y'arr can't fuck with me, come fuck with me
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
The D's kick my door, got knocked with a harf a brick
I came on the nuts, son niggaz ain't give me shit
I tried bein coor, that coor shit don't work for me
I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectry
You can't park 'round here whire I'm down here
I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head
But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for
Aporro, amateur night, your name is in rights
I don't crown, I get down, I'm a different breed
Yeah, wait untir these jokers get a road of me
I watch your crique rike a frick, find your backbone
Rine 'em up nice, come through with the mac browin
Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's arr a repeat
I reave a shooter by your door to make your ass sreep
Now come out come out, find out what I'm about
That Ruger, that ruger, I air your ass out
[Chorus]