Listen to I Don't Need 'Em song with lyrics from 50 Cent

I Don't Need 'Em

50 Cent3 Mar 2005

I Don't Need 'Em Lyrics

I Don't Need Em (Produced By BuckWild) - 50 Cent (50美分)

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 first 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 w**d a little X a little H little crack

Figure I'll push it to the limit take the sh*t 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 f**k out my face

Cause I don't need 'em

Cause they're never around when I'm down

Shot and I'm bleedin'

(What Ni**a is there is there a motherf**kin problem ni**a )

(Oh yeah that's what I I thought so p**sy )

Niggas be talkin 'bout me they always callin' me crazy

F**k them O G niggas they stuck in the 80's

Sayin they gon' do me somethin' now you know that's a lie

Ni**a you look at me wrong I let the hammer fly

I'm rich I still wake up with crime on my mind

Queens ni**a put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime

When I say move ni**a move or get caught in the crossfire

I prevents runnin' cut my f**kin' hand on the barbed wire

This sh*t's crazy it's just a different day it's the same sh*t

Hollow-tip partin' yo' head leave your whole f**kin' 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 puffed 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 f**k 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-a** mind f**k around kill one of these niggas)