Akordy písní 50 Cent – Niggas Be' Schemin' | Web poskytuje nejnovější texty písní

[Intro: Male speaks]

Nah, nah, nah! Look here, nigga!

Here’s what the fuck you gotta do, you gotta… CLEAN this mothafucka! [gun cocks]

Make sure this don’t fuckin’ jam, man!

You’re a fuckin’ criminal, man, ya heard?

Bet’ y’all spilt somethin’ on it, nigga.

[Chorus: 50 Cent Kidd Kidd]

Niggas be schemin’, – fiendin’…

They cut your jooks, they off the hook;

I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!)

I’m ridin’, leanin’, they dreamin’…

They do me dirty if they could,

I’m lookin’ like I wish you would! (I wish you would!)

Try me, go ‘head! – Try me! [gun cocks]

Niggas be schemin’, – dreamin’…

Try me, have you hooked to I-V! [gun cocks]

Niggas be schemin’, – dreamin’! huuuuuhh!

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

Mad niggas wan’ do me dirty, I’m fresh out the tub! (I’m fresh out the tub!)

You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug.

Man, I wake up huggin’ my bitch;

One with the extended clip, not the one that I’m with;

Uh! [gun cocks] – If you all made men, then you know shit real;

They got change on the mic’, I ain’t tryna see ’em killed!

I told ’em that’s my cause, I don’t wanna see nothin’ happen to him, (word!)

Cause when I start spittin’ at him, I ain’t rappin’ to him. (huuuuh!)

Yeah, I’m jumpin’ in that water like a DIVER

Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!)

These niggaz AIN’T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!)

I feel like 50, – hold “Power Of The Dollar”!

I told my nigga give me one of them bulletproof trucks;

I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up.

I’m lookin’ at the nigga lettin’ off [3 shots]

Wait until you finish the clip. – Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

It sounds like a nightmare! – I graduated from fightin’;

Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments.

See my baby blue Ferrari make ’em feel like the virus

In their stomach. – I keep it one hundred, I make ’em vomit!

Got a code name for straps: – “the sacks in the trumpet”;

I get the blowin’. – Ya ears’ll ring for days when I dump it!

My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don’t talk to Narcs;

So the first 48 the clock tickin’, the plot thickens!

The charge “cocaine possession”, I’m creepin’ with a fireaaarm;

The D’s don’t even wanna see me – with a firearm.

‘Fore I go back again, I’m a let it off!

They ain’t gotta pop first, fuck that! I’m a set it off.

I need a mental eval, something’s wrong with my brainwaves;

I’m rich as a motherfucker, still ridin’ with a A-K!

Picture me comin’ through, lettin’ a nigga play me

When I got all this bread. – Bitch it’s off with ya head! – ASAP! (ASAP!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

I had to be slippin’ to let this clown hit me UP;

Now I got to walk around with this shit bag for MONTHS!

Now I don’t give a FUCK ’bout a bitch or a nigga

Startin’ to treat my own brothers like they’re just another nigga!

My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger;

Condom on my heart. – Mother-fuck your feelings!

They call me “Superman”, see? I ain’t ‘posed to walk;

Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork – OFF!

[50 Cent] See they ain’t real as they seem and they schemin’,

They fiendin’ and dreamin’, they geekin’ and creepin’!

They hear tires screechin’, – infrared beamin’!

Niggaz head leakin’, what the fuck was he thinkin’?

Sounds of police, momma signin’ new leases,

You know you got to relocate her when you beefin’!

I guess you’re here for a real reason,

Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain’t fuckin’ breathin’! – Uhh!

[Chorus] [beat fades-out]

All original lyrics of this song:

scz87745 (Currently displayed)
Add text here

[Intro: Male speaks]

Nah, nah, nah! Look here, nigga!

Here’s what the fuck you gotta do, you gotta… CLEAN this mothafucka! [gun cocks]

Make sure this don’t fuckin’ jam, man!

You’re a fuckin’ criminal, man, ya heard?

Bet’ y’all spilt somethin’ on it, nigga.

[Chorus: 50 Cent Kidd Kidd]

Niggas be schemin’, – fiendin’…

They cut your jooks, they off the hook;

I come through there, look how they look! (how they look!)

I’m ridin’, leanin’, they dreamin’…

They do me dirty if they could,

I’m lookin’ like I wish you would! (I wish you would!)

Try me, go ‘head! – Try me! [gun cocks]

Niggas be schemin’, – dreamin’…

Try me, have you hooked to I-V! [gun cocks]

Niggas be schemin’, – dreamin’! huuuuuhh!

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]

Mad niggas wan’ do me dirty, I’m fresh out the tub! (I’m fresh out the tub!)

You move like a snail, you deserve to catch a slug.

Man, I wake up huggin’ my bitch;

One with the extended clip, not the one that I’m with;

Uh! [gun cocks] – If you all made men, then you know shit real;

They got change on the mic’, I ain’t tryna see ’em killed!

I told ’em that’s my cause, I don’t wanna see nothin’ happen to him, (word!)

Cause when I start spittin’ at him, I ain’t rappin’ to him. (huuuuh!)

Yeah, I’m jumpin’ in that water like a DIVER

Six shot SURVIVORS, school of hard knock SCHOLARS! (scolars!)

These niggaz AIN’T riders, they HIDERS, they COWARDS! (cowards!)

I feel like 50, – hold “Power Of The Dollar”!

I told my nigga give me one of them bulletproof trucks;

I want few dumb enough to try and shoot it up.

I’m lookin’ at the nigga lettin’ off [3 shots]

Wait until you finish the clip. – Laugh then pulled off; huuuuuh! (uh-huuuuuh!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

It sounds like a nightmare! – I graduated from fightin’;

Play the projects faster than the third of two man indictments.

See my baby blue Ferrari make ’em feel like the virus

In their stomach. – I keep it one hundred, I make ’em vomit!

Got a code name for straps: – “the sacks in the trumpet”;

I get the blowin’. – Ya ears’ll ring for days when I dump it!

My bullet wounds call them beauty marks and my hole we don’t talk to Narcs;

So the first 48 the clock tickin’, the plot thickens!

The charge “cocaine possession”, I’m creepin’ with a fireaaarm;

The D’s don’t even wanna see me – with a firearm.

‘Fore I go back again, I’m a let it off!

They ain’t gotta pop first, fuck that! I’m a set it off.

I need a mental eval, something’s wrong with my brainwaves;

I’m rich as a motherfucker, still ridin’ with a A-K!

Picture me comin’ through, lettin’ a nigga play me

When I got all this bread. – Bitch it’s off with ya head! – ASAP! (ASAP!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

I had to be slippin’ to let this clown hit me UP;

Now I got to walk around with this shit bag for MONTHS!

Now I don’t give a FUCK ’bout a bitch or a nigga

Startin’ to treat my own brothers like they’re just another nigga!

My click got smaller and my clips got big-ger;

Condom on my heart. – Mother-fuck your feelings!

They call me “Superman”, see? I ain’t ‘posed to walk;

Better watch how you talk or get popped like a cork – OFF!

[50 Cent] See they ain’t real as they seem and they schemin’,

They fiendin’ and dreamin’, they geekin’ and creepin’!

They hear tires screechin’, – infrared beamin’!

Niggaz head leakin’, what the fuck was he thinkin’?

Sounds of police, momma signin’ new leases,

You know you got to relocate her when you beefin’!

I guess you’re here for a real reason,

Rah got hit like he got hit but he ain’t fuckin’ breathin’! – Uhh!

[Chorus] [beat fades-out]

All original lyrics of this song:

scz87745 (Currently displayed)
Add text here