This Is 50

I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole
Nigga cherish me

I call it 'the milk truck' and shit
My name end up in all types of shit
Can you see through the windows see tints

I got burners for sell and shit
I get rid of them bricks
I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian Flavor that cake
And find me and my niggas in ya crib
They can hustle and I'm in your shit

I ain't got to get you hit

I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day
Whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
I don't know what you take me for

I get out myself and spray that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I get out myself and spray that shit
Then I went back and got that six
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
In every mothafucka out this bitch
I really don't play that shit
I get out myself and spray that shit
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over

This is 50, yeah

Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
You don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit
'Fore the jakes come around here kid
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho'
Like the air you breathe

Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's
You should take time to check that bitch
I really play that shit

Nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got racked
But I'm lookin' for jooks and shit
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed
I ain't got to get you hit
I don't know what you take me for

You saw me ridin' through the hood, actin' like its all good
Holo-tips and them extra clips
Like the water you drink
Every time I get a brand new whip

I get out myself and spray that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin'
I don't know what you take me for
I do dirt, the gat bust, get to kickin' up dust
I don't know what you take me for
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights
Everything about me be gangsta
I'm in the hood ridin' 'round with a chrome fo' pound
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me

You need me to live
I really don't play that shit
I get out myself and spray that shit
I really don't play that shit
I really play that shit
Niggas get knocked if D's start askin' question
I don't know what you take me for

I ain't got to get you hit
You gon' be strong enough to take this shit
Not to spray that shit