lirik lagu 50 cent – the good die young
[fifty talkin’ to himself]
yo, you know what i want? i want the beat to drop right..now
n-gg-s be thinkin’ i’m crazy right?
you are crazy..
i ain’t crazy…
you are crazy….
at least i don’t think i’m crazy
i think my sh-t is hot, i think i’m hot
you hot but you crazy..
why they wanna?..man..i don’t know…
it’s the money that – makes sh-t get ugly
it’s the money that – makes these hoes love me
it’s the money that – makes n-gg-s 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 pic-sso’s, don’t cry for me,
smile for me
and if you see them n-gg-s 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 c-ke to crack
let my tombstone read “i tried” and from the start everything i wrote
was from my heart
so it’ll always be number one on my chart
i get sensitive with my sh-t, don’t f-ck with my art
sometimes it sounds like i’m playin’ but i’m sayin’
this sh-t is real, it ain’t a game.
they say the good die young, i guess these grimy n-gg-s live a
long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine, keep your eyes
on yours while i keep my eyes on mine. [repeat]
first it happened to stretch then to pac and big
i’m convinced it can happen to anybody kid
so i get vest up when i get dressed up
in the hood it’s messed up, n-gg-s runnin’ ’round shootin’ sh-t up
if it’s dom that you drinkin’ fill up my cup
if your gossiping about me, shut the f-ck up
why do n-gg-s act like they hard when they know they b-tt?
and gettin’ robbed ain’t a good time to press ya luck
duke listen, if you move i’m gonna hurt you
you’ll 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 -ss
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 -ss
i hate to do this to you but i really need this cash.
i know we all gotta go, but i’d hate to go fast
then again i don’t think it’d be fun to stick around and go last
man listen, if you really really like this sh-t
n-gg- call steve stoute and i’ll write ya sh-t
call him now before i drop for real ’cause after i drop
i’m gonna be chargin’ you all n-gg-s like forty a pop
to each his own, me? i got it while it was cheap
typical mentality, i know, i’m straight from the street
1999’s the year of the predator, i’m killin’ to eat
n-gg-s’ll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
you’re a generous guy
take ’em off or die
man, we hurtin’ ’round here, ain’t n-body slingin’ pies
look around, ain’t n-body ’round here fly
why you ’round here with this sh-t anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your -ss goodbye.