50 Cent feat. Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd - We Up
[Intro: 50 Cent]Yeah, uh-huhThey don't do it how we doNiggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)Everything newSpikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)[Verse 1: 50 Cent]I'm 'round the bullshit like a matadorI'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter boyCorporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealthBuild with the gods and double knowledge of selfEntrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religionThat pussy make a weak nigga break downSo which you want, the cheese or the chicksYou want the chicks but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eatI'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to meWorse than the scum in the slum I'm fromI'm a Southside nigga, yeah I'm ‘bout mineYou be that next nigga coroners come outlineYou ain't made of what I'm made ofYou a bum nigga with a bum bitch, your shoes come from BakersCounterfeit, fraudulent fakersWhat kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?[Hook: 50 Cent]You all know when we pullin' off the lotBrake hit the button then we pulling, down the topShine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knotStrapped with the Glock won't pull it out a lot but front, I'll make it popY'all don't do it how we doNiggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)Everything newSpikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins)We up, nigga![Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)Guns in your video get you locked in a bingYeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record cleanMurder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought upCharity work, parking tickets and no chargesFuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dickShould have been a bitch in pajamasI made my first million fucking dollarsBought a Bible, oh yeah, God got meMade my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocularI'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybodyI'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singerDebating on should I fuck her or jump on her single20 thou, she got a hell of a adlibI'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot[Hook][Verse 3: 50 Cent]Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfastD-colored VS stones around my neck bitchIt feels like a nigga dreamin'Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'Bulls eye, that's what we came forThe bread, now a nigga run the game boyI should've sent the broad to report what's in the yardAloof livin', I came up so hardNo pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brainI'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame[Hook][Verse 4: Kidd Kidd]‘Round the world tourin', the city got boringBury me a G with a new pair of JordansCoupe foreign, top peeled like an orangeBlue Ferrari, so many iron horsesLiving life with no worriesMy gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a TaurusDon't make it slam on you like Amar'eM-Zone Rida Gang end the storyOops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorryShe call me daddy too, we should be on MauryEverything you aren't, fly nigga soaringPurple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like AtariYou so special, bedroom or restroomJust keep performing, go girlAbout to film a movie, guess who's starring
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