Doo Wop Freestyle Lyrics - Guess Who's Back? - 50 Cent

Aiyo, I know these niggas don't like me 

But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin 

50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop 

Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it 

Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) 

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Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street 

Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet 

You ain't never heard a motherfucker spit like this 

Not even puff, and that nigga there made crazy hits 

Every few years a nigga come who crazy hot 

I'm the next best thing since Biggie and Pac 

Now I'm sayin this shit 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 rappin niggas dyin to shine 

And I'm tired of fiends askin for a dime for nine 

Hearing this next punch line 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, shit is really real 

Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell 

20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this 

Niggas know, I ain't never pressed for dough 

And niggas 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 tryin to pop, 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-de's, damn man I O.D. 

You know how it is on the street, niggas is holdin the heat 

Po-Po walking to beat, we burnin 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 

Fed's ceased the six, the Lex' and the Range Rover 

Now a nigga rollin in a Toyota Corolla 

Used to never get high, now I'm never sober 

380-6 shot glock top load-up 

Keep it in my waist son, I'll put one in your face 

I ain't got nothing to lose, nigga so stay in your place 

Just jumped bail, I ain't been on the run long 

But it feel like a motherfuckin marathon 

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