50 Cent – Reputations On The Line (Bush Remix To Lifes On ...) Lyrics

Nobody likes me and I don't know why
but I like ya'll any way. I like yal'l any way.
I like all ya'll! (all ya'll)
I let my my mom talk for me, and my dad
talk for me, my bro talk for me
Blah! Wut up Osamee!
Even bitches who dont know me,
they wanna shoot me cuz see I lost weight
and that ain,t sayin a lot for me!

I came in DC humble! I don,t give a shit now!
Serve any body like slaves who are Republicans up and down!
And if taxes fo up salaries go down!
I go to my weight room I,m no where to be found!
Army that huscle for me I don't really give a damn
cuz I ain't no little lamb!
And If I don't like you I dont pretend to
I go tell Osama its okay to kill you!
Look I ain't goin no where so get used to me!
Oh geez look at me and see I'm what the Bush's used to be!
I'm that president that really sucks!
The one that cheats up!
The one that the Democrats really wanna beat up!
And all those democrats thought they was like me,
they thought they was as good as me!
They thought the went straight from Texas to DC!
Sadaam must have a concussion pissin' off me!
My breath is so bad Sadaam'f hiding in a tree!

(Chorus)
Sadaam thinks he can fool you!
I don't believe you!
He thinks he's gonna rule you!
Al Gore, I wish I could be you!
Sadaam thinks he can fool you!
I don't believe you!
He does, he does and your reputation's on the line!

Sadaam don't want none parts of me!
He want to use the nuc'ular weapons on me!
Gonna catch him in a fight! With Uday and Qusay!

In DC they like "Damn!" "Georgy really hit it on them!"
"Heard about it?" "Uh - huh. Georgy really did it on them"
Sadaam's sons didn't want none! But they got some!
Your just a small plater in this, Al Gore, play your part honn!
(Repeat chorus)

Al Gore always escapes reality in his life!
That's why he wrote about the economy
and only dealt with mine!
Leave it to him, he say i got a
fat ass, low class, father's a jackass!
And finally at long last, I stole the election
but it weren't that fast!
Sadaam's got weapons of mass destruction!
I ain't lyin! That's why I gotta get him shot up!

Now, Osama! If you say my name in your speech
you bettter watch you say! Cuz you'll get blown away!
You'll get bombed and blown away!
Cuz I've got stuff that can kill you in 8 seconds!
A gun, an knife, and uh, I forgot what else!
But look, Gore! I'm gonna say all this now
and only once again! You ain't my mama
or my papa, and you defenitely not my bro!
In the economy of mine you'll get told like that!
Cuz it's built like that!
Gotta go lie to our nation! Now! (Now)
(Repeat chorus)

Sadaam don't want none parts of me!
He want to use the nuc'ular weapons on me!
Gonna catch him in a fight! With Uday and Qusay!