[Hook: Skylar Grey]
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When they say my time is up
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And I am just collecting dust
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Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
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And when they claim that I'm washed up
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Or when my guns begin to rust
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I'm warning you, don't turn on me
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[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
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December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow
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Failure's not an option, my son's turning one years old
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I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings
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Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin'
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Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's
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Broken in nickels and dimes
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I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then
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Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit
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Who needs enemies, my friends keep shootin' my friends
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They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz
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Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top
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Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block
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[Hook]
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[Interlude]
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No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
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No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
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No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
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[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
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Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up wasn't bumpin' me
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Product of the slum, I guess its misery loves company
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Told mama when I be something to believe in
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They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed did
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Jay & Jay didn't work, neither did Columbia
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Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?
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One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones
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Bill collectors come around thats when you know you're on your own
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Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'mma show em
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I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before
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I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
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Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy
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[Hook]
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[Interlude]
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[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
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Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
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Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"
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Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
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I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop
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It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the kid
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All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head
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They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot
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As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops
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How am I the bully of the East if I don't start no beef?
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I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets
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I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done
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Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one
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[Hook]
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[Interlude]
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Don't Turn On Me (Warning You)
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| 50 Cent |
