50 Cent

50 Cent

 

Get Rich
or Die Tryin'

 

 

 

'Intro' Lyrics

 

New York City...
You are now rockin' with 50 Cent..
Are you ready?
Gun click
I said are you ready?
See you wit' me nigga?
Drop dead

Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
"G-Unit"
"Som'thin' new"
I'm not that nigga in your video
I'm not a trick
I don't love the hoes and niggaz know
I be on the low
But I miss my dawg
And I twist my drawer
I'm not that nigga that you think you know
I walk around with a big fo-fo
You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg
I be at rite are your crib, right at your door

What up 50?

Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hoopty, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had make somthing outta nothin'
Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin'
I'm so hard, at nine-teen I bought a Benz, I did.
The older niggaz really wasn't feelin' the kid
Try to find where I live so they could run in my crib
But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid
Back then, niggaz used to call me bo
At six months I told them "Million go tops on Gar-bo"
Country came around, he's into clappin'
Country left, same shit started happening
Like "He shot Rob for some ends, Rob shot Joe for some skins,
Cory shot Drew and we was friends, money turned boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again

"Naw nigga, ain't nothin' changed nigga,
Yeah, I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back!"
(Damn 50, it's good to see you back in the 'hood)
You see my cherry red SL nigga, I'm doin' good
Sometimes I can't find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from menace "Look at the wheels!"
I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' something
I got a trunk full of guns from VA to ???
(Oh, will you let me hold something?)
Nigga you high or something? I don't play games
I'm 'bout my money, nigga buy something!
I got a few 5's, I got a few 9's,
Here nigga take one

"Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga
You know, don't say I didn't look out for you.
Know what I mean?
But make sure nigga that you go catch some jokes
When you come back, you gonna have my paper for that thing, thing
Know what I'm sayin'?
I don't want it back
Don't try to use it, then give it back to me
'Cause y'all niggaz now, runnin' around sayin'
"50 getting all this rap money and he won't help us" ha ha
Sit tight nigga, I'm comin'! You know? New shit!
All the shit I put out on the mix tapes is for the mix tapes
I got a million

Oh my god!
My shit is so hot right now, I'm in the zone

 

 

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