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Les paroles de The Good Die Young
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | Power Of The Dollar (1999) | | Titre: | The Good Die Young | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 495 fois | | | | Paroles: | [50 Cent]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
niggas 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 shit is hot, I think I'm hot
you hot but you crazy..
why they wanna?..man..I
don't know...
[Verse 1]
It's the money that - makes shit get ugly
It's the money that - makes
these hoes love me
It's 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 Picasso's
Don't 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 it'll always be number one on my
chart
I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
sometimes it sounds like I'm playin'
but I'm sayin'
this shit is real, it ain't 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
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, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
if it's 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 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 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 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
shit
nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit
call him now before I drop for real 'cause
after I drop
I'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas 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
niggas'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 shit anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your
ass goodbye.
[Chorus] | | | |
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