Non Stop (Street King Energy Track #4) 50 Cent

Now I don't get along with these niggas anyway man
I wish a nigga...

[Verse 1:]
You niggas won't believe I got the shooters to your shot
You think you're built for bumpin' heads with me well nigga you're not
This'll be the last time I try to fucking warn you
Next time your ass out of line, bitch I'm on you
Nigga that security you got ain't getting paid
Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade
You fucking hesitate you gonna need first aid
My blade'll turn a line man into a feather weight
Who me? I wanna warn you motherfuckers ain't seen nothing like me
Still looking for a juxs and my wrist so icy
I tell the homies these niggas is full, eat 'em
They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need 'em
Take it off, tell that sucker "take it off"
They ain't come up how we came up, man they niggas so soft
Half man half dog man my niggas sense fear
Brought 'em here in a Lear to take your Audemere

[Hook:]
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you're blown away
I make it so hot nigga my Glock
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I'm from south side nigga where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away