Lyrics Ya Life's on the Line - 50 Cent
Your
Life′s
On
The
Line
Nobody
likes
me
Nobody
likes
me,
but
that's
okay
Cause
I
don′t
like
y'all
anyway
...
And
I
don't
like
y′all
anyway
Fuck
all
y′all!!
I
let
my
watch
talk
for
me,
my
whip
talk
for
me
My
gat
talk
for
me
BLAT!
Whattup
homie
For
bitches
who
don't
know
me
...
They
wanna
blow
me
Cause
the
shit
I
floss
wit
sayin
a
lot
for
me
I
came
into
rap
humble,
I
don′t
give
a
fuck
now
Serve
anybody
like
niggaz
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
tracks
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
O
G′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
to
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
Scream
murda!
(I
don′t
believe
you!)
Murda!
(Fuck
around
and
leave
you!)
Murda!
(I
don't
believe
you!)
Murda,
murda!
(Your
life′s
on
the
line!)
Y'all
niggaz
don't
want
no
parts
of
me
I′m
tryna
figure
out
how
high
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
issue,
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
shes
on
my
dick
It's
no
coincidence,
niggaz
who
fuck
wit
me
get
shot
up
I
do
a
Cali
style
drive
by
and
tear
ya
block
up
You
soft
through,
be
puttin
up
a
crazy
front
I
stay
wit
the
Mac,
cause
niggaz
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
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
Dom
P
til
I
split
up
Keep
my
rent
split
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)
1 Gone Til November
2 I Miss You
3 No More Games
4 No No No, Pt. 2
5 Dream Girl (The Different Mix)
6 Money's Groove
7 Ya Life's on the Line
8 Basketball
9 Welcome to Heartlight - Vocal Remix
10 Can It Be All so Simple
11 Elevators (Me & You)
12 Surround Me With Your Love (Radio Mix)
13 Mr. Lover Man
14 Nobody Does It Better
15 Woth It - Radio Mix
16 Weekend Love
17 Stuck on You - Smooth Mix
18 Live or Die
19 What's Going On
20 Stay at Home
21 She's A Bitch
22 Hiroshima
23 Testify
24 Luv Is True
25 Laughing at You
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