Doo Wop Freestyle lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro]
Ayo, I know these n*ggas don't like me
But I don't like none of ya'll n*ggas, you know what I'm saying?
50 cent, 9-9, motherf*cking Doo Wop
Volume 3, take it however the f*ck you wanna take it
Faggot ass n*ggas (50 Cent show these n*ggas how to rock)

[Verse]
Yo, they shot that boy down like a dog in the street
Left him smelly, man f*ck that, roll 'em over, take that Pelle Pelle
You ain't never heard a motherf*cker spit like this
Not even Puff and that n*gga there made crazy hits
Every few years a n*gga come who crazy hot
I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac
Now I'm saying this sh*t slow, so you don't miss it
Don't be a statistic, my jewels from the district
Stay with my biscuit, touch mines and get twisted
Son, I'm off the meter, my mind locked on crime
See I'm tired of all these rapping n*ggas dying to shine
And I'm tired of fiends asking for a dime for nine
Hearing this next punchline from me may sound strange
You sit your 5-dollar ass down before I make change
Yo, the sale went stale, caught 'em real bad
Fresh out the jail, sh*t is really real
n*ggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell
20-man indictment, my lawyer gotta fight this
n*ggas know I ain't never pressed for dough
And n*ggas know I don't serve nobody I don't know
Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an O.Z
My man brought 'em to me, see he ain't really know, B
That it was hot, dude was a cop
He was just trying to prop to put the new beams on his drop
First I served him O.Z.'s then I served him whole keys
Now we all co-d's -- damn man, I O.D
You know how it is on the street, n*ggas is holding the heat
Po-po walking to beat, we burning L's up in the jeep
Ain't nothing sweet, we used to move so strategic
It's over, I can't believe it, damn it's over
Feds seized the Six, the Lex' and the Range Rover
Now a n*gga rolling in a Toyota Corolla
Used to never get high, now I'm never sober
.380 six-shot Glock top loader
Keep it in my waist, son, I'll put one in your face
I ain't got nothing to lose, n*gga, so stay in your place
Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long
But it feel like a motherf*cking marathon
[Outro]
Come on, bounce, n*gga, bounce
Wop the reason why y'all motherf*ckers say bounce, b*tch
n*ggas, n*ggas don't set trends, n*ggas just jump on di*ks
That's why they Bloods and Crips now
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