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"Doo Wop Freestyle" is a track by 50 Cent, from the album Guess Who’s Back?, released 26th April 2002. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about 50 Cent.
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[Intro] Ayo, I know these niggas don't like me But I don't like none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm saying? 50 cent, 9-9, motherfucking Doo Wop Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wanna take it Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock) [Verse] Yo, they shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll 'em over, take that Pelle Pelle 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 saying 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 rapping niggas dying to shine And I'm tired of fiends asking for a dime for nine Hearing this next punchline 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 indictment, 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 trying to prop 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-d's -- damn man, I O.D You know how it is on the street, niggas is holding the heat Po-po walking to beat, we burning 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 Feds seized the Six, the Lex' and the Range Rover Now a nigga rolling in a Toyota Corolla Used to never get high, now I'm never sober .380 six-shot Glock top loader 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 motherfucking marathon [Outro] Come on, bounce, nigga, bounce Wop the reason why y'all motherfuckers say bounce, bitch Niggas, niggas don't set trends, niggas just jump on dicks That's why they Bloods and Crips now
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