Get The Message Lyrics - 50 Cent

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] 

I left a message for your toy, got a chrome .44 

Get the message, come out and get the message 

It won't even be a war, no beef no more 

Get the message, come out and get my message 

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[50 Cent] 

I was a itty-bitty nigga when Prince killed Drake 

I'm a shooter, ask Bizzy, he made us that way 

I spend seven-and-a-half hours baggin up grams 

Gotta watch these niggaz with the sticky-ass hands 

See my face, do a hundred grams chopped on the mirror 

Tell me I can't eat, I ain't tryin to hear it 

JoJo wanted the bitches, I was tryin get my weight up 

Nigga get in the way and get shot down, straight up 

I'm grimy, yeah my friends killed my friends 

Like Blackey, he did that shit to him 

Get at me, I'm back strapped up again 

I tried, I can't change, I'll always be the same 

I tell my lil' niggaz fuck pray 

And any motherfucker down with 'em can suck me - I'm still mad 

I got the cream to make a murder scene 

If y'all niggaz ain't shootin y'all can't fuck with me, come fuck with me 

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[Chorus] 

[50 Cent] 

The D's kick my door, got knocked with a half a brick 

I came on the nuts, son niggaz ain't give me shit 

I tried bein cool, that cool shit don't work for me 

I put my gun in your face, you hear my ass perfectly 

You can't park 'round here while I'm down here 

I shot Chris whip up, he came back shot Richie head 

But that ain't who he aim for, get who you came for 

Apollo, amateur night, your name is in lights 

I don't clown, I get down, I'm a different breed 

Yeah, wait until these jokers get a load of me 

I watch your clique like a flick, find your backbone 

Line 'em up nice, come through with the mac blowin 

Beef ain't nothin new to me, it's all a repeat 

I leave a shooter by your door to make your ass sleep 

Now come out come out, find out what I'm about 

That Ruger, that luger, I air your ass out 

[Chorus]