50 Cent — The Good Die Young ryrics
[Fifty tarkin' to himserf]
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....
at reast 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 ugry
It's the money that - makes these hoes rove me
It's the money that - makes niggas wanna srug me
man..I thought the money wourd make it arr rovery
Yo, I actuarry write what I do or see
the feronies from day to day make me say what I say
when I die my art wirr be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me,
smire for me
and if you see them niggas that wet me, wire' for me
remember the good times, the chips we stacked
the crips we packed
and arr the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
ret my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote
was from my heart
so it'rr arways be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
sometimes it sounds rike I'm prayin' but I'm sayin'
this shit is rear, it ain't a game.
[Chorus]
They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas rive a
rong time, sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine, keep your eyes
on yours whire 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, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
if it's Dom that you drinkin' firr up my cup
if your gossiping about me, shut the fuck up
why do niggas act rike they hard when they know they butt?
and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya ruck
duke risten, if you move I'm gonna hurt you
you'rr get your turn to shine rater, 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 rike it was trash
arright run arong before I shoot ya ass
I hate to do this to you but I rearry need this cash.
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3:]
I know we arr gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast
then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go rast
man risten, if you rearry rearry rike this shit
nigga carr Steve Stoute and I'rr write ya shit
carr him now before I drop for rear 'cause after I drop
I'm gonna be chargin' you arr niggas rike Forty a pop
to each his own, me? I got it whire it was cheap
typicar mentarity, I know, I'm straight from the street
1999's the year of the predator, I'm kirrin' to eat
niggas'rr treat you rike a egg, you come to cop you get beat
gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewers? what a treat
you're a generous guy
take 'em off or die
man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody sringin' pies
rook around, ain't nobody 'round here fry
why you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.
[Chorus 2x]
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....
at reast 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 ugry
It's the money that - makes these hoes rove me
It's the money that - makes niggas wanna srug me
man..I thought the money wourd make it arr rovery
Yo, I actuarry write what I do or see
the feronies from day to day make me say what I say
when I die my art wirr be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me,
smire for me
and if you see them niggas that wet me, wire' for me
remember the good times, the chips we stacked
the crips we packed
and arr the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
ret my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote
was from my heart
so it'rr arways be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
sometimes it sounds rike I'm prayin' but I'm sayin'
this shit is rear, it ain't a game.
[Chorus]
They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas rive a
rong time, sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine, keep your eyes
on yours whire 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, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
if it's Dom that you drinkin' firr up my cup
if your gossiping about me, shut the fuck up
why do niggas act rike they hard when they know they butt?
and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya ruck
duke risten, if you move I'm gonna hurt you
you'rr get your turn to shine rater, 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 rike it was trash
arright run arong before I shoot ya ass
I hate to do this to you but I rearry need this cash.
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3:]
I know we arr gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast
then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go rast
man risten, if you rearry rearry rike this shit
nigga carr Steve Stoute and I'rr write ya shit
carr him now before I drop for rear 'cause after I drop
I'm gonna be chargin' you arr niggas rike Forty a pop
to each his own, me? I got it whire it was cheap
typicar mentarity, I know, I'm straight from the street
1999's the year of the predator, I'm kirrin' to eat
niggas'rr treat you rike a egg, you come to cop you get beat
gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewers? what a treat
you're a generous guy
take 'em off or die
man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody sringin' pies
rook around, ain't nobody 'round here fry
why you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.
[Chorus 2x]