This Is 50

I ain't got to get you hit
Nigga cherish me
I really don't play that shit
And find me and my niggas in ya crib
Like the water you drink
I call it 'the milk truck' and shit
Now what you know about movin' that Peruvian Flavor that cake
Every time I get a brand new whip
You don't listen you gon' get ya ass hit
Got the macs, got the nines, got them tecks all the time

I do dirt, the gat bust, get to kickin' up dust
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
I ain't got to get you hit
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
I don't know what you take me for
I have ya hoe, eyeballin' at the light, damn pimpin'
They can hustle and I'm in your shit

I don't know what you take me for
I got a itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me
Everything about me be gangsta

You need me to live
I got enough ammo shots to blow I up a hole
I really don't play that shit
I really play that shit
Then I went back and got that six
I get out myself and spray that shit
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
'Fore the jakes come around here kid
This is 50, yeah
I ain't got to get you hit
Niggas get knocked if D's start askin' question

I get rid of them bricks
I'm in the hood ridin' 'round with a chrome fo' pound
You gon' be strong enough to take this shit
You should take time to check that bitch
Man I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's

But I'm lookin' for jooks and shit
Holo-tips and them extra clips
I be a gangsta, a nigga till I die fo' sho'
I ain't got to get you hit
I don't know what you take me for

I really don't play that shit
I don't know what you take me for
I unload then reload, when you get hit I supposed
I get out myself and spray that shit
I get out myself and spray that shit

In every mothafucka out this bitch
Not to spray that shit
I ain't got to get you hit
Can you see through the windows see tints
Whether I'm poor or I'm filthy rich
I don't know what you take me for
Man, I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over
You saw me ridin' through the hood, actin' like its all good
I won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
In the middle of the night, you can turn on ya lights

I get out myself and spray that shit
I really play that shit
I rolled around in a 5, till my money got racked
Like the air you breathe
I'm in a big white Benz, on a hot sunny day
I got burners for sell and shit
Nigga holla if there's a problem, and your niggas got drama

I get out myself and spray that shit

My name end up in all types of shit