Yeah, it is what it is man
Uh huh

Sirens flashin' you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
It started out a robbery, they blew half his face off
They seen him shinin', cross full of diamonds he bought grindin'
His foot slip off the ladder of success he was climbin'
The D's came through, askin' niggas if they know what happened
Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
They put me in a lineup last time and they arrested me
When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
I turn a quarter to a half, that's why they mess with me
I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
A little weed, a little X, a little H, little crack
Figure, I'll push it to the limit, take the shit to the max
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
Calm, in my palm's fully loaded firearm
First to let off last to run, every time it's on

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
'Cause I don't need 'em
'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

(What? Nigga is there, is there a motherfuckin' problem nigga?)
(Oh, yeah that's what I, I thought so, pussy!)

Niggas be talkin' 'bout me, they always callin' me crazy
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the 80's
Sayin they gon' do me somethin', now you know that's a lie
Nigga you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly
I'm rich, I still wake up, with crime on my mind
Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
When I say move, nigga move, or get caught in the crossfire
I prevents runnin', cut my fuckin' hand on the barbed wire
This shit's crazy, it's just a different day it's the same shit
Hollow-tip partin' yo' head, leave your whole fuckin' brain split
They sick, they see me in that Aston Martin
What's the matter? They can't get that hooptie started
Thought they was grindin', well God damn, where that money at?
Thought you was fucked up, 'cause you was lettin' paper stack
You ain't a hustler, matter fact, you's a buster
I don't trust ya, I should send niggas to touch ya

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face
'Cause I don't need 'em
'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down
Shot and I'm bleedin'

What? Who say they gon' do somethin' to me?
Must be out your rabbit-ass mind
Fuck around kill one of these niggas

Lyrics submitted by babygrl814

"I Don't Need 'Em" as written by Curtis James Jackson Anthony Best

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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    General Commentokay..this goes to ... I bet you don't even know what 'gangsta' even means you stupid little fucker! What the hell does "ya feel me?" even mean?? Why don't you learn how to speak proper Engilsh, you stupid illiterate cunt. And you need to listen to some REAL music, you little bitch.
    i_rule_allon July 31, 2006   Link
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    General Commentpanc and 50 cint both suck
    highlander924on March 28, 2007   Link
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    General Commentwell highlander.. if you bothered to look at the lyrics of an unpopular 50 Cent song, u must like him a little,
    and why is i rule all trying to act hard over the internet?? probably cuz he knoes he cant get his ass kicked this way, smart bitch
    Emcee_Ghoston April 30, 2007   Link
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    General Commentthis song is amazingly dark and in it 50 goes back to his gritty dark and damp mentality that he grew while in the streets.

    i encourage this song to be listened to by anybody in a bad mood, or with dark intentions.
    YA DIGG!!?
    Emcee_Ghoston September 17, 2008   Link

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