Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
Vocals
Detroit Red
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Raleigh
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
David Mook
Songwriter
Donald Cannon
Songwriter
Jay-Christy Powell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Detroit Red
Producer
Don Cannon
Recording Engineer
Tony Yayo
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Seamus Tyson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
50 Cent
Executive Producer
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Awww! It hurts
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah!)
The D's tryna plan a murder on me
In the precinct they sayin' I don' murdered homie
I told my lawyer I ain't heard of homie
And everybody know my niggas murder for me
You see homo on your crib, it ain't a burglary, homie
They finna to have me stuck in purgatory
I'm down to do the stickin' when it come to the orgy
Conventional methods of sex, totally bore me
Wait, I'm gettin' sidetracked back to the story
This cock suckin' - got it in for me
- They wan' - me up
- Find my burner and - me up
But history repeats itself, they never learn
The Unit's the new Bebo, who gon' -
Huh, we'll find out when niggas let off the rounds
And his - screamin' "- down"
- Get in the way, I'll murder them
I'll murder them
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder them
I said I'll murder them
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder them
I'll murder them
You don't believe me, wait and see, I'll murder them
You see, I told you I'd murder them
They sayin' I'm an accident waitin' to happen
I got one in the head, I'm just waitin' to clap it
A pimp told me I was made for this mack shit
So just get you a white girl, don't fuck with no black bitch
I got two felonies from selling that crack shit
And the third one, came from showing niggas my mac spit
See, I'm down for that daytime action
Have niggas crawlin' under cars when I start to cappin'
So they don't know what to say to the -
But they know word get back, something gon' happen
I've been shot, I've been stabbed, but I ain't been snitched on
You snitching where I'm from you gon' get your shit blown (Southside)
I make the best of the worst
We gotta share the same bitch, okay, I go first
'Cause your baby's momma is my baby's momma
I come through to see my little nigga with the llama
- Get in the way, I'll murder them
I'll murder them
A nigga already got three strikes, I'll murder them
I said I'll murder them
Any motherfucker touch me, I'll murder them
I'll murder them
You don't believe me, wait and see, I'll murder them
You see, I told you I'd murder them
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Ben Raleigh, David Mook, Don Cannon, John Powell
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