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50 Cent - The Good Die Young lyrics
(Fifty talkin' to himself) Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? you are crazy.. I ain't crazy... you are crazy.... atleast I don't think I'm crazy I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot you hot but you crazy.. why they wanna?..man..I don't know... Verse 1: It's the money that - makes shit get ugly It's the money that - makes these hoes love me It's the money that - makes niggas wanna slug me man..I thought the money would make it all lovely Yo, I actually write what I do or see the felonies from day to day make me say what I say when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me, smile for me and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me remember the good times, the chips we stacked the clips we packed and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote was from my heart so it'll always be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin' this shit is real, it ain't a game. Chorus - They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat) Verse 2: First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid so I get vest up when I get dressed up in the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup if you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the fuck up why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt? and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck duke listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you you'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue right now what you need to do is gimme the cash forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya ass be a good Boy now, go and get your stash I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash alright run along before I shoot ya ass I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash. Chorus 2X Verse 3: I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last man listen, if you really really like this shit nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop I'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a pop to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street 1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat you're a generous guy take 'em off or die man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly why you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high? see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye. Chorus 2x. |
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