[Fifty talkin' to himself]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
n***** be thinkin' I'm crazy right?
you are crazy..
I ain't crazy...
you are crazy....
atleast I don't think I'm crazy
I think my s*** is hot, I think I'm hot
you hot but you crazy..
why they want to?..man..I don't know...
[Verse 1:]
It's the money that - makes s*** get ugly
It's the money that - makes these hoes love me
It's the money that - makes n***** want to 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 Picasso's, don't cry for me,
smile for me
and if you see them n***** 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**e 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 s***, don't f*** with my art
sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
this s*** is real, it ain't a game.
[Chorus]
They say the good die young, I guess these grimy n***** live a
long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
on yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat)
[Verse 2:]
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***** runnin' 'round shootin' s*** up
if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup
if you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the f*** up
why do n***** act like they hard when they know they b***?
and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck
duke listen, if you move I'm'a 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 a**
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 a**
I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3:]
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 s***
n**** call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya s***
call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop
I'm'a be chargin' ya'll n***** 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*****'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 nobody slingin' pies
look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly
why you 'round here with this s*** anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your a** goodbye.
[Chorus 2x]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
n***** be thinkin' I'm crazy right?
you are crazy..
I ain't crazy...
you are crazy....
atleast I don't think I'm crazy
I think my s*** is hot, I think I'm hot
you hot but you crazy..
why they want to?..man..I don't know...
[Verse 1:]
It's the money that - makes s*** get ugly
It's the money that - makes these hoes love me
It's the money that - makes n***** want to 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 Picasso's, don't cry for me,
smile for me
and if you see them n***** 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**e 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 s***, don't f*** with my art
sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
this s*** is real, it ain't a game.
[Chorus]
They say the good die young, I guess these grimy n***** live a
long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
on yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat)
[Verse 2:]
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***** runnin' 'round shootin' s*** up
if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup
if you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the f*** up
why do n***** act like they hard when they know they b***?
and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck
duke listen, if you move I'm'a 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 a**
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 a**
I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3:]
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 s***
n**** call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya s***
call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop
I'm'a be chargin' ya'll n***** 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*****'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 nobody slingin' pies
look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly
why you 'round here with this s*** anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your a** goodbye.
[Chorus 2x]