50 Cent

50 Cent - Officer Ricky (Go Head, Try Me) lyrics

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You think you know me? (Officer Ricky)

Nigga, You don't know me! (Officer Ricky)

50... ayo! C-O!



I put a razor thru ya face

I put a nine on my waist

I cock the shotty just in case

I pump nothin but bass

I put a pint of blood in the whip 

A pint of blood on the ground

Bullets, bullets get to ricochetin

bouncing all around 

That body all case cold I got her white wit it

If they ask me I think niggas from basely did it

I'm a southside nigga, we take on all comers

The first shot pop, we get to warrin all summer

These niggaz ain't hard I get on em on some different shit 

Different strap, different clip, I blow the door off your whip 

The cop fucked fox, sucked the cunt on the bimbo

Faggot must've thought he knock me out like Kimbo 

with gondorea lips, his breath stronger than endo

Fat fuck playin wii fit nintendo

Have another tattoo, here's another tattoo

run into my goons soon, have new bullet wounds



Officer Rickyyyy, radio for backup

See ya ass anywhere you know I'm gon act up 

You want play with me, when I don't want play? 

Have my niggas whip the skin off your ass in broad day

Screaming boss, nigga you ain't a boss 

Pussy nigga ya lost , listen officer Ross

I tell you straight suck a dick

You tryna come with subliminals

Cuz your ass the police

My niggaz is criminals

It's like every other word out your mouth bout a bird 

Like you sling cocaine, this shit is absurd

You's a rapper, you's a motherfuckin rapper 

It's a wrap, your career is fuckin wrapped up 



My enemy's enemies are my friends

And my semis they like Siamese twins

See em up close, you wont see shit again

Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end

try me, get blown away way way 

Go ‘head try me, get blown away way way

Try me get blown away way way 

go head try me, get blown away way way



(We the best!)

Yeah, you the best, you the cocksucking best

Go ‘head faggot, depp throat it, feel it in your chest

I'm not friendly, I'm anti-social

Go ‘head try me, I'll be fucking ya up, like I'm supposed to

You say I'm violent, now why you say I'm violent?

The mac got a muffler, make a loud mouth silent

now Me, I'm kinda sensitive, So watch the way u talk to me

ya better off shootin me, or tryna put the hawk to me

The beef ain't shit to me, cuz now I got the wolves out

That fo-fo pull around, that tre pound bulls out 

I do it for the moula, boo-ya, bullseye 

Pop ya fuckin noodles, deputy do die 

Many men wish death, many men "oh doe"

I make many millions, fuck wit me, that's a "no no"

This is motion picture shit, there's no director to cast me 

The D's, i plead the 5th on every question they ask me



My enemy's enemies are my friends

And my semis they like Siamese twins

see em up close, you wont see shit again

Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end

Try me, get blown away way way

go head try me get blown away way way 

try me, get blown away way way

go head try me get blown away way way



Nigga I bleed blue, I swear I bleed blue

You thinkin I'm a crip, I'll motherfuckin trip

The cool-out blood, maybe i'm all blood

Find out what a nigga bout when you catch a slug 

Maybe I'm maniac, maybe I'm crazy 

Maybe I'm exactly what my fucking hood made me 

Maybe imma do 25 years for murder 

Maybe cuz it's clear I'm the clip inserter

I done lost my best friend, he died of cancer 

Call me a cheetah, I attack like a panther

It's teflon vinyl on my drop-top phantom

Bulletproof windows, and a stash for the cannon 

Nigga if you cross me, you gon' have to off me 

I just keep going no matter where they lost me

You know I'm like a time bomb- bomb steady tickin

You know what's coming next, once nigga slap the clip in

oh yeah



My enemy's enemies are my friends

And my semis they like Siamese twins

See em up close, you wont see shit again

Like every fairytale, boy your life has to end

Try me get blown away way way

go head try me get blown away way way

try me get blown away way way

go head try me get blown away way way



Yeah, this nigga's a appetizer

Where you at wayne?

the full course meal wayne

You awfully quiet

You call Em out, well now I'm out

I got my vultures out 

You got get pass me to get em

I'm the baby over here

I'm the smallest nigga in my clique

Shady after-motherfucking-math nigga

3 headed monster – 50, Em, Dre 

Fuck with it if you want nigga




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