Get In My Car Lyrics - The Massacre - 50 Cent

I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa with it 

Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it 

I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through 

Mac-10, 32 shot clip in my snorkel 

I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck with you niggas 

My rap money slow up, I'll run up on you niggas 

I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me 

Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy 

We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends 

So much chrome on my Benz, you see your face in my rims 

If your bitch wanna roll, I'mma let her get in 

I don't play but I'm a playa 'til the mothafuckin' end 

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I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind 

I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, 

get in my car (Bitch, get in) 

I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes 

And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car 

Don't tell me you don't know that, uhh, I'm the shit 

Now you better watch ya girl mane, I leave with ya bitch 

I ain't stuntin' these hoes, man I'm bout my paper 

If your bitch really 'bout it, nigga I'm gon' take her 

Backseat of my jeep, fuck 'til I fuck up her make up 

Take her to the Diamond District, introduce her to Jacob 

Tell her if she like me, she should keep me icey 

My game fuck with a bitch brain 'til she think she wifey 

Spent a life savings in a day, cause she likes me 

Committment for me, uhh, nah not likely 

Went out Vivica, I thought I was onto somethin' 

But then the next week, nah, man it was nothin' 

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I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind 

I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, 

get in my car (Bitch, get in) 

I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes 

And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car 

Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie 

They blood shot red, it's ganja in my system, I'm high 

First it's pain when you lust for love, then it's smooth and calm 

Feel the rush, like a needles in your arm 

It's a cold world baby girl, lovin' me is not enough 

Find out when you fuckin' broke, love won't get you on the bus 

Man you should see the pretty bitches that be sexin' me 

They suck cock that make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me 

Hundred percent thug, freak too, I'll taste your love 

69's the position, your mouths full baby, huh? 

My conversation's so deep, I get in your head 

Next thing you know, you yawnin', turnin' over and I'm in the bed 

I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind 

I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, 

get in my car (Bitch, get in) 

I got my 64, ridin' on Dayton spokes 

And when I open that do', bitch, get in my car 

Hahaha 

Quit playin' bitch get it 

You know you wanna ride with a nigga 

50 Cent 

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