Текст песни 50 Cent - Better Come On Your A Game

[Chorus]
N*gga try and come play me
Better come on your A game, ay mayne - ay!
N*ggas try to move on me
I cock the heat, cause a melee, melee - ay!
Witness this shit, n*ggas get hit AY!
Run with it spit, don't get hit by the AK
Take cover quick, n*ggas on that shit ay!
Come broad day they'll get at you with the AK

[Verse 1]
N*ggas think they know me, I be on some other shit
My baby mama don't know me, I be with my other b*tch
I blow a stack, I get it back, you keep in check, I get the gat
Then you wan' chitter-chat, now what kind of shit is that?
Strip club, shake it shake it, toss it up, make it rain
Semi tucked, I let it buck, I shoot the shit up out your gang
Find out who you're f*ckin' with cause I ain't for the sucker shit
Cut you like the cocaine, n*ggas stay in yo' lane
I'm a muh'f*ckin heavyweight, you ain't in my weight class
And me I'm movin' heavy weight, get gone with your light ass
Me I'm so official, pearl-handled nickel
Plated nine-nine, your life's on the line

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[Verse 2]
I don't give a f*ck who outside, now listen
I don't give a f*ck who get hit, I ain't missin'
I come through that muh'f*cker wavin' the chopper
113th precinct ain't enough to stop us
N*ggas shot at me before I got away, popped from a block away
Sucker n*ggaz be right there on one foot 'til I rock away
Next day I popped up, told n*ggas it's my turf
They done seen the gun smoke, they done found my shells burn
Sabrina baby special, they treat me like a misfit
I squeeze (rnnn-rnnn) I risk it, I risk it
Different class of n*gga, my hand around the trigger
Don't make me do it, I'll do it you stupid n*gga

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