Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Mean Mug’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
You talk shit I will kick your door nigga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon
A.K. forty seven got them dialing nine eleven
I pull that trigger, you f*ck with my lil’ nigga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow’s hit ya
Keep thinking it’s a game, nigga’s ain’t playing
Soulja Boy I’ll bust your brain
Nigga talking all that shit
Y’all niggas cannot represent
Fucking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla nigga
Split ya I deal with ya
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life nigga
I won’t tell ya twice
Bitch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta’s they love me
These hoes they be all on me
They can’t help that they want me
They want me back
I’m on another level, bitch you heard me say that do you
S.O.D. I never mentioned you cause you not worthy
Yeah, we royalty don’t talk to me
Bitch you not worthy
Mean mug, nigga you gon’ mug who?
Rob me? Nigga we gon’ rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we don’t give a f*ck
I’m in the club, nigga f*ck your mean mugs
F*ck your mean mugs
Nigga f*ck your mean mug
F*ck your mean mug
Nigga f*ck your mean mug
F*ck your mean mug
Nigga f*ck your mean mug
F*ck your mean mug
Nigga f*ck your mean mug
When I’m trippin’ I’m twisted, I slap my clip in
When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin’
I’m iced out, bitch my neck and my ears drippin’
I lost count all this paper I be gettin’
Any fucking game nigga pass me the ball
And watch a nigga ball, I’m Gucci to the draws
I’m money over all, I don’t really give a f*ck
Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up
Lick me up ’til I pop shawty swallow every drop
From the balls to the top
She must do this shit a lot
She’s a freak she’s a pro
Got that paper it’s a go
Bring the Kush, burn the dro’
She might bless ya on the low
Man, that’s why I pick you up off the ground
If you make a fucking sound
Disrespect my fucking crew
Bitch is you a fucking clown
Get the f*ck back nigga
We up in the club
High as f*ck, talk shit and you gon’ get dropped
Mean mug, nigga you gon mug who?
Rob me? nigga we gon rob you
Choppers on me, niggas we don’t give a f*ck
I’m in the club, nigga f*ck your mean mugs
F*ck your mean mugs
Nigga f*ck your mean mug
F*ck your mean mug
Nigga f*ck your mean mug
F*ck your mean mug
Nigga f*ck your mean mug
F*ck your mean mug
Nigga f*ck your mean mug