I Don't Need Em (Produced By BuckWild)

[ti:I Don't Need Em (Produced By BuckWild)] [ar:50 Cent] [al:The Massacre] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] I Don't Need Em (Produced By BuckWild) - 50 Cent Yeah it is what it is man Uh-huh Sirens flashin' you know the routine the crime scene taped off It started out a robbery they blew half his face off They seen him shinin' cross full of diamonds he bought grindin' His first slip off the ladder of success he was climbin' The D's came through askin' niggas if they know what happened Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin' Detectives at my mama crib they say they wanna question me They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me When it come to cookin coke they know I got the recipe I turn a quarter to a half that's why they mess with me I'm the neighborhood pusher I move packs to make stacks A little weed a little X a little H little crack Figure I'll push it to the limit take the shit to the max Navy blue vest on navy blue Yankee hat Calm in my palm's fully loaded firearm First to let off last to run every time it's on I tell niggas to suck my dick get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' (What Nigga is there is there a motherfuckin problem nigga ) (Oh yeah that's what I I thought so pussy ) Niggas be talkin 'bout me they always callin' me crazy Fuck them O G niggas they stuck in the 80's Sayin they gon' do me somethin' now you know that's a lie Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly I'm rich I still wake up with crime on my mind Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime When I say move nigga move or get caught in the crossfire I prevents runnin' cut my fuckin' hand on the barbed wire This shit's crazy it's just a different day it's the same shit Hollow-tip partin' yo' head leave your whole fuckin' brain split They sick they see me in that Aston Martin What's the matter They can't get that hooptie started Thought they was grindin' well God damn where that money at Thought you was puffed up cause you was lettin' paper stack You ain't a hustler matter fact you's a buster I don't trust ya I should send niggas to touch ya I tell niggas to suck my dick get the fuck out my face Cause I don't need 'em Cause they're never around when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' (What Who say they gon' do somethin' to me ) (Must be out your rabbit-ass mind fuck around kill one of these niggas)