da repercussions lyrics – 50 cent

[talking]
uh huh, uh huh, five, five, one… it’s real sh*t n*gg*

[chorus]
you n*gg*s say somethin’ slick, you’ll get slapped for that
you n*gg*s schemin’ on some jewels, you’ll get clapped for that
if ya’ll n*gg*s want war, i got the mack for that
run up with some work, and get your head cracked for that

[verse 1]
n*gg* if a nickel bag sold in the park, i want in on it
the bullsh*t i’m in right now n*gg*, i’ve been on it (yeah)
if i don’t eat, n*body eat, code of the street
no surrender, no retreat, my n*gg*s rollin’ with heat (woo)
you’ll know my stees, i spark trees, under palm trees
feel a breeze, and fees, in expanded keys
cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
your people make a g day, you ain’t rich, you just ok
i take the stand under oath and lie
before i snitch on my clique, i’ll fry
or watch time go by
n*gg*s want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
in the posse, who steals from the hands that feed ’em, deserve
to die

[chorus] – 2x

[verse 2]
you gettin’ money n*gg* (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
well 50 cent is the hottest sh*t out this (yeah)
you bust your gun n*gg* (yeah), you on the run n*gg* (yeah)
you treat a grown man, like he ya son (n*gg*)
yo, i ain’t the first parolee, to catch his n*gg* for his rolee
and after being on the street, less than a week
look, n*gg*s who know me, know i’m up to no good

man my fan base is spreading like hiv in the hood
why smack a n*gg* silly, when i can squeeze the nilly (squeeze
that sh*t)
a slug’ll split a n*gg*s *ss, worst than the philly
i stay with the heater, cut the d with bonita
my wifey kept acting up, so i had to leave her
it hurted when i left, but i knew i didn’t need her
if it wasn’t for my seed, i wouldn’t even hafta see her
she tried to front like she don’t need me, she miss me, believe
me
it’s that soap opera sh*t, the b*tch watch too much tv

[chorus] – 2x

[verse 3]
aight you n*gg*s tryin’ to do too much (stop frontin’)
them little bit of chips you got son, (ain’t nothin’)
i seen you with your whip outside (you stuntin’)
you spent your last on that (you ain’t holdin’ nothin’)
rap n*gg*s, they actin’ like they ready to flip
when i let off a clip, it ain’t a part of the script
its like tradition, rap n*gg*s, dyin’ they whips
so i spent a little chips, to bulletproof my sh*t
you a 6 coupe n*gg*, but you gears behind
n*gg* yours a 92, mine’s a 99
your not in my league, the ghetto taught me tools to succeed
shallow up a seed, i’ll write it down so you can read
if you’ve been listening, i know you’ve been loving what i said
if not you dumb f**k, i just run over your head

[chorus] – 2x

{*singing in background until fade*}

/ 50 cent lyrics