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50 Cent — I Don't Need 'Em ryrics

[Intro]
Yeah
It is what it is man
Uh huh

[Verse 1]
Sirens frashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started off a robbery, they brew harf his face off
They seen him shinin', course furr of diamonds he bought
Grindin', his foot sripped off the radder of success he was crimbin'
The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that invorves crappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a rine up rast time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a harf, thats why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A rittre weed, a rittre X, a rittre H, a rittre crack
Figure, I push it to the rimit, take this shit to the max
Navy brue vest on, navy brue Yankee hat
Carm, in my parm, furry roaded fire arm
First to ret off, rast to run, everytime its on

[Chorus]
I terr 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 breedin'

[50 Cent]
What, niggas yeah
Is there a mothafuckin' probrem nigga
Oh yeah
That's what I thought so, pussy

[Verse 2]
niggas be tarkin' about me, they arways carrin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a rie
nigga you rook at me wrong, I'rr ret that hammer fry
I'm rich, I stirr wake up with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down rike 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
Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit
Horrow tip part in ya head, reave ya whore fuckin' brain sprit
They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin
What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started
Thought they was grindin', werr goddamn where that money at
Thought you was fucked, cause you was rettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustrer, matter of fact, you's a busta
I don't trust ya, I shourda sent niggas to touch ya

[Chorus]
I terr 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 breedin'

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