Life's on the Line Lyrics - 50 Cent

50 Cent Get Rich or Die Tryin’ cover art
publisher: ©Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Terrence Quentin Dudley, Curtis James Jackson
release date: 2003-2-4
length: 3:39
producer: Terence Dudley
mixer: Commissioner Gordon, Rich Travali and Terence Dudley
recording engineer: Ted Wohlsen and Commissioner Gordon
writer: 50 Cent, Terence Dudley
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
**** all y'all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
What up homie
For *****es who don't know me
They want to blow me 'cause the **** I floss wit sayin a lot for me

I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now
Serve anybody like *****s 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 ***** who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they *** crack
When I don't like a *****, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****ing head like a Hindu
Look, I ain't going nowhere, so get used to me
OG's look at me and see what they used to be
I'm that ***** that sold coke, the ***** that sold dope
The ***** that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop ****
The thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
***** ain't in his right mind, going against me
My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see

Scream murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder! (**** around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don't believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!)

Y'all *****s don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how 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 ***** but my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" ****
Unless he say she say she on my ****
It's no coincidence, *****s who **** wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be putting up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, 'cause *****s tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on em"
"You heard that ****?" "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 trying
I ain't lying, I sit Don P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up
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, Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this **** now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playing, you get killed like that
Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that
See me when you see me *****, one


Y'all *****s don't want no parts of me
I'm trying to figure out how y'all started me
You goin' make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

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CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 What Up Gangsta
  • 3 Patiently Waiting
  • 4 Many Men (Wish Death)
  • 5 In da Club
  • 6 High All the Time
  • 7 Heat
  • 8 If I Can’t
  • 9 Blood Hound
  • 10 Back Down
  • 11 P.I.M.P.
  • 12 Like My Style
  • 13 Poor Lil Rich
  • 14 21 Questions
  • 15 Don’t Push Me
  • 16 Gotta Make It to Heaven
  • 17 Wanksta
  • 18 U Not Like Me
  • 19 Life’s on the Line