50 Cent - I Dont Need 'Em Lyrics

[Intro] 
Yeah 
It is what it is man 
Uh huh 

[Verse 1] 
Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off 
It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off 
They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought 
Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin' 
The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew 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 line up 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, thats 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, a little crack 
Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max 
Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat 
Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm 
First to let off, last to run, everytime its on 

[Chorus] 
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' 

[50 Cent] 
What, niggas yeah 
Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga 
Oh yeah 
That's what I thought so, pussy 

[Verse 2] 
niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy 
Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties 
Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie 
nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that 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 cross fire 
Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire 
Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit 
Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split 
They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin 
What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started 
Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at 
Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack 
You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta 
I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya 

[Chorus] 
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' 

[Outro] 
What? 
Who said they gonna do somethin' to me 
You must be out your rabbid ass mind 
Fuck around and kill one of these niggas