Darth Troller ..ummm, fiddy has tons of tracks (this one even had an ultra low budget promo video from 99 - when he got shelved for 4+yrs). Between the dozens of tracks done w JMJ / Trackmasters (Columbia) & all the Canadian sessions when he couldn't record in US, 50 had a pretty thick catalogue well before Shady/Aftermath (even his breakout In Da Club was floating around long before release when it was a "nice" track by "some rapper" to most, while JMJs mentoring w Dre's beats quickly making this "new rapper" known to lil shorty's all over ;) ..was even on Onyx album before these tracks were made ..others off top of mind (similar sound / same era) like "f you" (preemo style beat) - various tracks (some features w QB artists big and small - many bootlegged while he couldn't release - then all the shelved album cuts / Columbia sessions leaked while between '00-'03 from pre-"Get Rich.." days).. many of his best were done prior to getting some exposure w "How To Rob" ..check the vid (and all the Columbia era tracks) and you'll see :)
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental - Your Life's On The Line - Curtis James Jackson III 50 Cent [Produced By Terence Dudley] [Year: 1999] [Album: Power of The Dollar]
@@udontknowme6764 yeah It changed his sound of voice a little bit though. But i think he meant to say potd and grodt were way different from each other music and rapping wise.
This Is My Favorite Song - Instru-Mental - Your Life's On The Line - Curtis James Jackson III 50Cent [Produced By Terence Dudley] [Year: 1999] [Album: Power of The Dollar] [JaRule Diss]
menu Life's on the Line (Nobody Likes Me) 50 Cent Original Tradução (Verse 1) Nobody likes me... Nobody likes me But that's ok Cuz I don't like yall anyway An' I don't like yall anyway Yo! My watch talk to me My whip talk to me My gat talk for me BLAW! what up homie The bitches who don't know me They wanna blow me Cuz the shit I floss with be sayin' everything for me I came into rap humbly I don't give a fuck now I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown The coke price go up Cats just come down The D's run in my crib I'm nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me They don't even stash cracks They keep it on 'em Right there in they ass crack I don't like a nigga I don't pretend to I'll Have the paramedics wrappin' Your fuckin' head like a Hindu Look I ain't goin' nowhere So be used to me OG's look at me An' see I'm what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke The nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot dice Went broke an' sold soap The thug that pop shit The thug that pop myth's The thug that went from 3 1/2 To a whole brick Nigga ain't in his right mind Goin' against me My bitches pray at the words That make a blind man see (Hook) Scream Muurdaaa I don't believe you Muurdaaa Fuck around an' leave you Muurdaaa I don't believe you Murda, murda Your life's on the line Ya'll niggas don't Want no parts of me I'm tryin' to figure out How ya'll started me You gon' make me Catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth Then slide off in the six (Verse 2) I'm not a marksman while sparkin' So I spray random Not a pretty nigga But my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear he say She say shit Unless he say She says She on my dick It's no coincidence Niggas who fuck wit' me Get shot up (blaw, blaw) I'll do a Cali-style- Drive by, an' tear your block up You soft duke You puttin' up a crazy front I stay wit' the mack Them niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood they're like "Damn!" "50 really spit it on 'em." "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em." Beef, you don't want none So don't start none You just a small playa in this game Play your part, son (Hook) Scream Muurdaaa I don't believe you Muurdaaa Fuck around an' leave you Muurdaaa I don't believe you Murda, murda Your life's on the line (Verse 3) These cats always Escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks An' only dealt with dimes Leave it to them An' they say they got a fast car Nascar Truck with a crash bar An' TV's in the dash, Pa See them in the five Wit' stock rims I just laugh, Pa I catch stunts When I ain't tryin' I ain't lyin' I sip Don P 'til I spit up Keep my wrist lit up Get out of line I'll get you hit up Now if you say my name In your rhymes You better watch what you say You get carried away You could get shot An' carried away Now here's a list of MC's That could kill you in eight bars 50, ummm.... Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now An'never again We ain't buddies We ain't partners An' we damn sure ain't friends The games you playin' You get killed like that Actin' like you all hard You ain't built like that See me, when you see me nigga What! What! (Hook) Scream Muurdaaa I don't believe you Muurdaaa Fuck around an' leave you Muurdaaa I don't believe you Murda, murda Your life's on the line Ya'll niggas don't Want no parts of me I'm tryin' to figure out How ya'll started me You gon' make me Catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth Then slide off in the six Vida Por Um Fio (Ninguém Gosta de Mim) (1º estrofe) Ninguém gosta de mim... Ninguém gosta de mim, mas tudo bem, porque eu não gosto de ninguém mesmo. E eu não gosto de ninguém mesmo. Yo! Meu relógio fala por mim. Meu carro fala por mim. Meu gatilho fala por mim. POW! E aí mano? As putas que não me conhecem, elas querem me explodir por causa dos merdas que ficam um monte de mim. Eu entrei no rep bem humilde. Agora eu quero que se fodam. Servir a todos como negros que batalham na cidade alta. O preço da coca subiu. E o da pílula apenas vai a baixo. Os D's foram me executar no meu berço. Estou muito longe de ser encontrado. Os negros que trabalhma para mim, eles nem mesmo tem marcas. Eles deixam o crack escondido bem na sua bunda. Eu não gosto de um negro, eu não finjo. Eu vou ver os paramédcos embrulhando sua cabeça de merda como um Hindu. Olhe, eu não vou a lugar algum, então se acostume comigo. Os O'G olham para mim e vêm em mim o que eles costumavam ser. Eu sou o negro que vendeu coca. O negro que vendeu droga. O cara que jogou os dados até ficar quebrado. O bandido que atirou nesses merdas. O bandido que gastou muitos pentes. O bandido que em 3 anos e meio vendeu tijolos inteiros. Negro, você não está dentro de si. Vindo contra mim. Minha imagem está nas palavras, que até um homem cego pode ver. (Refrão) Gritando "Muurdaaa" (Gravadora do Ja Rule) Eu não acredito em você. "Muurdaaa". Foda-se quem está ao seu redor. "Muurdaaa". Eu não acredito em você. Murda, murda. Sua vida está por um fio. Todos os negros não querem alguma parte de mim. Eu estou tentando descobrir como tudo isso começou. Você vai me fazer pegá-lo tarde da noite. Troca tiros com o 50, daí você pula fora.
"My pictures painted the words that make a blind man see"...meaning the visuals produced from his lyrics, bring clear, precise, visions...that give sight to the sightless.
In my opinion, 50 Cent looks like a younger version of Supreme. Especially when they both look serious. Same shaped facial features and forehead expression. I wonder if Supreme is his father?
This beat is fuckin bonkers. Those stabs are from final fantasy 7 i believe. I dont know where the violins are from whoever produced this shit is nasty
What's real,. Is it concealed or,. Was it part of a deal . A mention or detention, Retention ahh that's physics ,. I'm wit it ,. Jiggin,. Witness hard choices,. Those voices , More toys ,. Lil more poised for power,. Too think it all started with sour ,. Hour after hour,. Hit after hit , Power.. Shit powders off ,. But ain't it soft ,. Covers like cloth,.
No body likes me But that’s okay cos I don’t like ya anyway leave me be Leave me be Leave me be Nah I’m misunderstood Really I’m good I ain’t all bad I’m just a bit mad Cah ppl think they treat me like a book write ma story for me rip a page edit and change tell me when and how to behave but no it ain’t me So you can love me or hate me Hating me fine just say it to me so Ik don’t act all fake and act like we all mates Really it’s okay I won’t loose sleep over it trust me I just do me myself and I I stay in ma own lane You don’t trouble me they ain’t no troubles for you I ain’t gonna come here and act like I’m all hard coz rly I’m not but I tell you this I rly ain’t the one to mock about
50 really has the best beat selection of non-producing rappers
50 should have rapped on more beats like this
Darth Troller ..ummm, fiddy has tons of tracks (this one even had an ultra low budget promo video from 99 - when he got shelved for 4+yrs). Between the dozens of tracks done w JMJ / Trackmasters (Columbia) & all the Canadian sessions when he couldn't record in US, 50 had a pretty thick catalogue well before Shady/Aftermath (even his breakout In Da Club was floating around long before release when it was a "nice" track by "some rapper" to most, while JMJs mentoring w Dre's beats quickly making this "new rapper" known to lil shorty's all over ;) ..was even on Onyx album before these tracks were made ..others off top of mind (similar sound / same era) like "f you" (preemo style beat) - various tracks (some features w QB artists big and small - many bootlegged while he couldn't release - then all the shelved album cuts / Columbia sessions leaked while between '00-'03 from pre-"Get Rich.." days).. many of his best were done prior to getting some exposure w "How To Rob" ..check the vid (and all the Columbia era tracks) and you'll see :)
Check out officer down man
@@deaconfrost5935 click clack POW!! officer down
best hiphop era
@@teezyapps7700 *shorties*
"Yo you heard that shit? Yeah, 50 really shitted on him"
One if my top 50 songs! 🔥🔥🔥
What's the other 49?
For sample searchers,
Onyx-Ni**a Bridges (1993)
("Your life's on the line" and "murda-murda" part sampled from this track)
luuv that beat
Dj
Tschirill
This Beat is fire
First 50 song I heard in i wanna say 98. Made me a fan right then
Young 50 looks so different
Cuz he was hungry
You stupid or some this is an animated version of him
Anestis Manetas chill out people do look different when there younger
he looks like kanye kinda
@@afgspecial he always had donkey kongs face
This beat🔥
legend
that horn 😤🔥🔥🔥
not a pretty nigga but my mom thinks I'm handsome
Rawest beat ever
Dope instrumental
legendary
sou fãn
good job!
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental - Your Life's On The Line - Curtis James Jackson III 50 Cent [Produced By Terence Dudley] [Year: 1999] [Album: Power of The Dollar]
'POTD' was a WAY different sound than 'GRODT' but in a good way👍
ludwin mendoza ya it was way different cause 4 shots to the chest,1 to the mouth will do that to you
@@udontknowme6764 yeah It changed his sound of voice a little bit though. But i think he meant to say potd and grodt were way different from each other music and rapping wise.
4lifebloods when he got shot his voice changed but it honestly made his voice much more unique and iconic
Dope asf
2023
ayyyyyyyyyy
🔥
This Is My Favorite Song - Instru-Mental - Your Life's On The Line - Curtis James Jackson III 50Cent [Produced By Terence Dudley] [Year: 1999] [Album: Power of The Dollar] [JaRule Diss]
menu
Life's on the Line (Nobody Likes Me)
50 Cent
Original Tradução
(Verse 1)
Nobody likes me...
Nobody likes me
But that's ok
Cuz I don't like yall anyway
An' I don't like yall anyway
Yo! My watch talk to me
My whip talk to me
My gat talk for me
BLAW! what up homie
The bitches who don't know me
They wanna blow me
Cuz the shit I floss with
be sayin' everything for me
I came into rap humbly
I don't give a fuck now
I'll serve anybody
like niggas who hustle uptown
The coke price go up
Cats just come down
The D's run in my crib
I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me
They don't even stash cracks
They keep it on 'em
Right there in they ass crack
I don't like a nigga
I don't pretend to
I'll Have the paramedics wrappin'
Your fuckin' head like a Hindu
Look I ain't goin' nowhere
So be used to me
OG's look at me
An' see I'm what they used to be
I'm that nigga that sold coke
The nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot dice
Went broke an' sold soap
The thug that pop shit
The thug that pop myth's
The thug that went from 3 1/2
To a whole brick
Nigga ain't in his right mind
Goin' against me
My bitches pray at the words
That make a blind man see
(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Ya'll niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out
How ya'll started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six
(Verse 2)
I'm not a marksman while sparkin'
So I spray random
Not a pretty nigga
But my moms think I'm handsome
I hate to hear he say
She say shit
Unless he say
She says
She on my dick
It's no coincidence
Niggas who fuck wit' me
Get shot up (blaw, blaw)
I'll do a Cali-style-
Drive by, an' tear your block up
You soft duke
You puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit' the mack
Them niggas tried to blaze me once
In the hood they're like "Damn!"
"50 really spit it on 'em."
"You heard that shit?"
"Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em."
Beef, you don't want none
So don't start none
You just a small playa in this game
Play your part, son
(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
(Verse 3)
These cats always
Escape reality when they rhyme
That's why they write about bricks
An' only dealt with dimes
Leave it to them
An' they say they got a fast car
Nascar
Truck with a crash bar
An' TV's in the dash, Pa
See them in the five
Wit' stock rims
I just laugh, Pa
I catch stunts
When I ain't tryin'
I ain't lyin'
I sip Don P 'til I spit up
Keep my wrist lit up
Get out of line
I'll get you hit up
Now if you say my name
In your rhymes
You better watch what you say
You get carried away
You could get shot
An' carried away
Now here's a list of MC's
That could kill you in eight bars
50, ummm....
Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now
An'never again
We ain't buddies
We ain't partners
An' we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin'
You get killed like that
Actin' like you all hard
You ain't built like that
See me, when you see me nigga
What! What!
(Hook)
Scream Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Muurdaaa
Fuck around an' leave you
Muurdaaa
I don't believe you
Murda, murda
Your life's on the line
Ya'll niggas don't
Want no parts of me
I'm tryin' to figure out
How ya'll started me
You gon' make me
Catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth
Then slide off in the six
Vida Por Um Fio (Ninguém Gosta de Mim)
(1º estrofe)
Ninguém gosta de mim...
Ninguém gosta de mim,
mas tudo bem,
porque eu não gosto de ninguém mesmo.
E eu não gosto de ninguém mesmo.
Yo! Meu relógio fala por mim.
Meu carro fala por mim.
Meu gatilho fala por mim.
POW! E aí mano?
As putas que não me conhecem,
elas querem me explodir
por causa dos merdas
que ficam um monte de mim.
Eu entrei no rep bem humilde.
Agora eu quero que se fodam.
Servir a todos
como negros que batalham na cidade alta.
O preço da coca subiu.
E o da pílula apenas vai a baixo.
Os D's foram me executar no meu berço.
Estou muito longe de ser encontrado.
Os negros que trabalhma para mim,
eles nem mesmo tem marcas.
Eles deixam o crack escondido
bem na sua bunda.
Eu não gosto de um negro,
eu não finjo.
Eu vou ver os paramédcos embrulhando
sua cabeça de merda como um Hindu.
Olhe, eu não vou a lugar algum,
então se acostume comigo.
Os O'G olham para mim
e vêm em mim o que eles costumavam ser.
Eu sou o negro que vendeu coca.
O negro que vendeu droga.
O cara que jogou os dados
até ficar quebrado.
O bandido que atirou nesses merdas.
O bandido que gastou muitos pentes.
O bandido que em 3 anos e meio
vendeu tijolos inteiros.
Negro, você não está dentro de si.
Vindo contra mim.
Minha imagem está nas palavras,
que até um homem cego pode ver.
(Refrão)
Gritando "Muurdaaa" (Gravadora do Ja Rule)
Eu não acredito em você.
"Muurdaaa".
Foda-se quem está ao seu redor.
"Muurdaaa".
Eu não acredito em você.
Murda, murda.
Sua vida está por um fio.
Todos os negros
não querem alguma parte de mim.
Eu estou tentando descobrir
como tudo isso começou.
Você vai me fazer
pegá-lo tarde da noite.
Troca tiros com o 50,
daí você pula fora.
Yo, thanks 🙏🏽
"My pictures painted the words that make a blind man see"...meaning the visuals produced from his lyrics, bring clear, precise, visions...that give sight to the sightless.
Does anyone remember what video game this was sampled from. I know it was a RPG boss battle.
Scroll Down For Some Wack Lyrics.
😂😂😂😂
🤣🤣 dude wtf
😂dfkm
F L A M E S
Sample ?
The Subb is my favorite part
I’m hard core ain’t. None of you ready for war dawg
In my opinion, 50 Cent looks like a younger version of Supreme. Especially when they both look serious. Same shaped facial features and forehead expression. I wonder if Supreme is his father?
Ti cnt stand a verzuz wit Fiddy !!!
This beat is fuckin bonkers. Those stabs are from final fantasy 7 i believe. I dont know where the violins are from whoever produced this shit is nasty
This a san andreas type of beat
Togga 2
2:45
dope as fuck!
Nobody likes me .....
But that's ok, cuz I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y’all
What's real,.
Is it concealed or,.
Was it part of a deal .
A mention or detention,
Retention ahh that's physics ,.
I'm wit it ,.
Jiggin,.
Witness hard choices,.
Those voices ,
More toys ,.
Lil more poised for power,.
Too think it all started with sour ,.
Hour after hour,.
Hit after hit ,
Power..
Shit powders off ,.
But ain't it soft ,.
Covers like cloth,.
Yýúf fy íú
No body likes me
But that’s okay cos I don’t like ya anyway leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
Nah I’m misunderstood
Really I’m good I ain’t all bad
I’m just a bit mad
Cah ppl think they treat me like a book write ma story for me rip a page edit and change tell me when and how to behave but no it ain’t me
So you can love me or hate me
Hating me fine just say it to me so Ik don’t act all fake and act like we all mates
Really it’s okay
I won’t loose sleep over it trust me
I just do me myself and I
I stay in ma own lane
You don’t trouble me they ain’t no troubles for you
I ain’t gonna come here and act like I’m all hard coz rly I’m not but I tell you this I rly ain’t the one to mock about
Nobody likes me.
LGBT
Dead.
Q+ More people.
In the bag.
On TV
In this movie.
Unsolved Mysteries.
They don't like me.