50 Cent
"I Know I Can't Ryme"

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like ya'll anyway
...And I don't like ya'll anyway
Fuck all y'all
My watch talk for me, my whip talk
for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Wutup homie
For them bitches who don't know me
...They wanna blow me cuz the shit I
floss wit sayin a lot for me
I came into rap humble, I don't give
a fuck now
I Serve anybody like niggas who
hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere
to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they
dont even stash cracks
They keep it on em, right there in
they ass crack
When I don't like a nigga, I don't
pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your
fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get
used to me
OG's look at me and see what they
used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke, the
nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he
broke and SO SO
The thug, they pop shit
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a
half to whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin
against me
My picture's painted through words
that make a blind man see
straight
[Hook]
murder! [I don't believe you!]
Murder! [Fuck around and leave
you!]
Murder! [I don't believe you!]
Murder, murder! [Your life's on the
line!]

Y'all niggas don't want no parts of
me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started
me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off
wit the six

I'm not a marksmen while spark it, so
I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms
think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my
dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck
wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya
block up
You soft dawg, don't be puttin up a
crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cuz niggas tried
to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50
really spitted on em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50
really shitted on em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't
start none
You just a small player in this game,
play a part son

[Hook]

These cats always escape reality
when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks
and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they
got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar
And TV's in the dash, pa
See em in the five wit stock rims, I
just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
[Wooo!]
Now if you say my name in your
rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get
shot and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill
you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never
again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners
and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed
like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built
like that
See me when you see me nigga,
(one, one)

[Hook]
Y'all people don't want no parts of
me
I'm tryna figure out how y'all started
me
You gon make me catch her on the
late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off
wit the six