50 Cent

[50 Cent]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
niggas be thinkin Im crazy right?
you are crazy..
I aint crazy...
you are crazy....
atleast I dont think Im crazy
I think my shit is hot, I think Im hot
you hot but you crazy..
why they wanna?..man..I dont know...
[Verse 1]
Its the money that - makes shit get ugly
Its the money that - makes these hoes love me
Its 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 Picassos
Dont 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 itll always be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, dont fuck with my art
sometimes it sounds like Im playin but Im sayin
this shit is real, it aint a game.
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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
[Verse 2]
First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
Im convinced it can happen to anybody kid
so I get vest up when I get dressed up
in the hood its messed up, niggas runnin round shootin shit up
if its 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 aint a good time to press ya luck
duke listen, if you move Ima hurt you
youll 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]
[Verse 3]
I know we all gotta go, but Id hate to go fast
then again I dont think itd be fun to stick around and go last
man listen, if you really really like this shit
nigga call Steve Stoute and Ill write ya shit
call him now before I drop for real cause after I drop
Ima be chargin yall niggas like Forty a pop
to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap
typical mentality, I know, Im straight from the street
1999s the year of the predator, Im killin to eat
niggasll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
youre a generous guy
take em off or die
man, we hurtin round here, aint nobody slingin pies
look around, aint 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]
[ The Good Die Young Lyrics ]