50 Cent Lyrics
Better Come On Your A Game Lyrics
Nigga tryna come play me...
Better come on your A game! - Ay mayne! (Ay!)
Niggaz tryna move on me!
I cock the heat cause a melee! - A melee! (Ay!)
Witness this shit! - Niggaz get hit! (Ay!)
Run when they spit or get hit by the AK! (Ay!)
Take cover quick, niggaz on that shit! (Ay!)
Come broad day they get at you with that AK!
Niggaz think they know me; I be on some other shit!
My baby momma don't know me! - I be with my other bitch.
I blow a stack, I get it back, you beefin' jack, I took the Gat!
Then you wanna chitter chat! - Now what kinda shit is that?
Strip club, shake it shake it toss it up! - Make it rain!
Semi tucked, I let it buck, I shoot this shit up out your game!
Find out who you fuckin' with cause I ain' for the sucker shit
Cut you like the cocaine, nigga stay in your line!
I'm a motherfuckin' heavyweight! - You ain't in my weightclass!
Me; I'm movin' heavy weight, nig' go on with your light ass
Me; I'm so official. - Pearl handled and nickel.
Plated Nine-nine your +Life's On The Line+!
I don't give a fuck who outside, now listen!
I don't give a fuck who get hit; I ain't missin'!
Come through that motherfucker wavin' that chopper 1-13
Precinct ain't enough to stop this!
Niggaz shot at me before I got away. - Pop you from a block away!
Sucker niggaz be right there on 142 and Rockaway!
Next day I popped up! - Told niggaz: "It's my turn! "
They done seen the gun smoke! - They done felt my shells burn!
Sabrina's baby special, they treat me like a misfit,
I squeeze! "UGH! UGH! " - I risk it! I risk it!
Different class of nigga my hand around the trigger
Don't make me do it, I'll do it, you stupid nigga!
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