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