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SMS Get The Message Lyrics
N-gga I ain't f-cking around,
SMS, get the message, get the message!
SMS, get the message!

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
I go hard full time, duck when I pull mine
I run from one time, f-ck a pig, ya dig?
I go to war with one nine
I work, you see mine,
But I ain't never ever gonna say I did it,
In a hoopty, hoody on, cruising the back locks
You stuntin' on hungry n-ggas, go ahead get your ass shot
Your neck got your chain on it
Bullet got your name on it,
I'm serious, sometimes it seems like I'm playin'
Dump a shell case in your face, The D's got 40?.
They tryna find a rat or call it a cold case
I know some n-ggas, some snitches
I know some bitches who's scared
I got some shooters around me and they stay fully prepared
We got them straps you n-ggas look at and flinch
Ghetto n-gga get rich, what you think I'ma get?
We got that pump in that chopper, we got the tech in that sweeper
We got that Ruger that Mac, I call it my bitch n-gga ether

[Chorus: x2]
All we do is get that grain,
And my n-ggas move cocaine
Plus we let them hammers bang
I'm talking 'bout the Unit gang.

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my hands is full of residue
N-ggas'll shoot n-ggas, you lucky it weren't you
N-gga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof,
You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm on you
This aint tales of the crypt, n-gga, this tales of the hood
Stay the fuck out the way with your mouth shut like you should!
When the bullshit start I'mma find a spot
Aim it right at your knot than the shell cases'll drop
Man, you n-ggas don't know me, you know my government name
Go 'head ask about booboo, they tell you I let it bang
Got a big reputation, there's something wrong with my brain
N-gga front, I'mma squeeze it, go 'head stunt, I'm squeeze it

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah! Back on my shit, man!
I don't give a f-ck about fitting in
You n-ggas gonna follow me!
Back to the ground, n-gga we gonna make it nice and dirty!
Now wan' get dirty with me?
We gon' see if you all you n-ggas done with soft?
All y'all get with the shit man
This the shit man
All the real n-ggas feel it!
Rest of you RnB ass n-ggas
Go on, man! Go on play ya little song, n-gga
F-ck It!
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