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