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50 Cent - Your Lifes On The Line Original Version Ja Rule Diss Lyrics

[Intro]
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cause I don’t like y'all anyway
Man, I don't like y’all anyway
Fuck all y'all!
I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me (Yea)
My gat talk for me, blaow!, what up, homie?
Even bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss with be sayin' a lot for me

[Verse 1]
I came in the rap humble
I don't give a fuck now, I serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (Yea)
The coke price go up
Capsules come down
The D's run in my crib
I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me
They don't even stash crack
They keep it on ’em, right there in they ass crack, the way these cats move confuse me
But it’s all good
Puff you ran up on Steve, why you ain't run up on Suge?
I’ma ask these questions cause I don't understand
Cheeks, why you ain't show to Tah wake, I thought he was your man
Jigga stay away from Ja, 'fore he get on some bullshit
Talk to police on that Sammy the Bullshit,you pussy Ja
Why you get juxed in ya own hood?
Why niggas who rob you walk around like it’s all good? damn
Why you ran to 'Preme to get your shit back? (Huh)
Why you won't approach me? cause you know I'll push your shit back
[Chorus]
Scream murda, I don't believe you
Murda, fuck around and leave you
Murda, I don't believe you
Murda, murda your life's on the line

[Bridge]
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
I'm tryna to figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on the late night
Pop shots with the fifth and slide off in the six

[Verse 2]
Ja, when I don't like a nigga
I don't pretend to
I have the paramedics wrappin' ya fuckin' head like a Hindu (Yea!)
Nas said he half-man, half-amazin'
You half-X, half-Pac, that ain't hot, nigga
I ain't goin' nowhere so get used to me
OGs look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I'm the nigga that sell coke, the nigga that sell dope
The nigga that shot dice, went broke and sold sope
The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick
A nigga ain't in his right mind goin' against me
My pictures painted thru words that make a blind man see, Bitch (Yea)
[Chorus]
Scream murda, I don't believe you
Murda, fuck around and leave you
Murda, I don't believe you
Murda, murda your life's on the line