50 cent

Don't make this complicated My old school candy painted I hustle hard When I come through they like "oh my God - that nigga clean" From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?" Seats in the old school Louis Shoes and the belt buckle Louis We don't need more details now do we? Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood Drama llama time, nigga, what's good? Domino's, motherfucker, it's time to collect Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip these set This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with We talk market and distribution and politics Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace Designer threads in every form of fashion I express myself so the question I'm askin' Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit? We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby Oh, it's cold out here It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded It's 50 When I come through you see me In the Suburbans that's bulletproof, bomb proof, leather six, what else? When I go hard I go hard When I don't want you to see me I switch it up I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera In the back like "ooh wee" We rolling I hustle, man, it's what I do, man Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?

I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah Your favorite bad guy's gone, the Joker's dead So from now until forever you're stuck with the kid I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat He was comfortable with me 'round 'cause I blast my heat '9-4 I was tryin' to catch Mason for bricks of raw Charlie fucked up the jux, they took Nana's little boy, stretch The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus Get hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, 'Candy Rain', 'I'm Soul For Real', yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah I'm the dope man, coke man, smoke man, whatever man The X man, Tec man, you better respect man Get the cream, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, mo' lean Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasn't me Tell the cops it wasn't me, you saw me right? It wasn't me It's not my M.O., see me I make it stretch Get in the way I'll put a body on my Tec Call me crazy, I'll die for what I stand for I'll have ammo flyin' out the Lambo Like 'Commando', nah, like 'Rambo' I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go Woopty-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day Stretch, we gon' bag up all night We ain't goin' nowhere 'til the count back right, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne I got Spider-Man high, I made Batman fly Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten Look around kid, it's a cold world we're in If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson Yeah, me fallin' off is really far fetched I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch In come the Franklin's, then come the Benji's Fiends by the crack house, dirty and dingy, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah

Woo! Yeah It's 50, A.K.A. Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of livin' to do before I die And I ain't got time to waste Let's make it You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' You say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin' You ain't a friend of mine (yeah), you ain't no kin of mine (c'mon) What makes you think that I won't run up on you with a 9? (uh-huh) We do this all the time (wut?), right now we on the grind (yeah) So hurry up and cop n' go, we selling nicks n' dimes (huh?) Shorty she so fine, I gotta make her mine An ass like that gotta be one of a kind (woo) I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin' with they mind, I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around to rhyme Been on parole since '94 'cause I commit the crime I send you my line, I did it three-to-nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin' dimes You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' in a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' in a long time and you ain't got nothin' Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie The fuck happened to you? I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the cheddar (uh-huh) If you play with my paper, you gotta meet my Beretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her (uh-huh), sippin' on Amaretto (yeah) I might hit once, then dead her, I know I can do better She look good, but I know she after my cheddar She tryin' to get in my pockets, homie, and I ain't gon' let her Be easy, start some shit, you get your whole crew wet We in the club doin' the same old two step Gorilla Unit 'cause they say we bugged out 'Cause we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' in a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you neva pop nothin' We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' a long time and you ain't got nothin' Me I'm no mobster, me I'm no gangsta Me I'm no hitman, me I'm just me, me Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no actor But it's me you see on your TV 'Cause I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets If you play me close for sure I'm pop my heat Niggas sayin' they goin' murk 50, how? We ridin' round with guns the size of Lil' Bow Wow What you know about AK's and AR-15's Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and inf-beams, huh? You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' in a long time and you ain't got nothin' You say you a gangsta, but you never pop nothin' We say you a wanksta, and you need to stop frontin' You go to the dealership, but you never cop nothin' You been hustlin' in a long time and you ain't got nothin' A-ha! Damn homie

Aye, you want some of this shit? Naw, I don't want that shit I don't give a fuck I don't play that shit, and I'm finna buss a cap in a nigga Man, shut the fuck up! Whoa! Slow down, slow down, slow down! You see that brick house right there? That's the nigga's crib When he come out you, gotta tighten his ass up I'ma get in the other car, aight If there's beef, cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing Keep thinking I'm candy 'til ya fucking skull get popped And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-the-box In the hood summer time is the killing season It's hot out this bitch, that's a good enough reason I've seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding Saying, "Lord, Jesus help me" 'cause they ass leaking When they window roll down and that A.K. come out You can squeeze ya little handgun 'til you run out And you can run for ya backup But them machine gun shells gon' tear ya back up God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that 'Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back It's a fact, homie, you go against me, ya fucked I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck Look, nigga, don't think you safe 'cause you moved out the hood 'Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain't good If you was smart you'd be shook of me 'Cause I get tired of looking for ya Spray ya mama crib and let yo' ass look for me If there's beef, cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can't wait to get to you Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you Nigga, you know the streets talk So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks I got my back against the wind I'm down to ride 'til the sun burn out If I die today, I'm happy how my life turned out See the shootouts, I done been in 'em by myself Locked up, I was in a box by myself I done made myself a millionaire by myself Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood But ya shooter finna get shot, it won't do him no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fucking hurt when it rains Oh, you a pro at playing Battleship? Well, this ain't the same Little homie, this is a whole different type of war game See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains If there's beef, cock it and dump it The drama really means nothing to me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you with them thangs out I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court I'll kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie, I ain't playing Catch you slipping, I'ma kill you I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying, homie I ain't playing After the fist fights, it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me (Best of me) If you don't wanna get shot, I suggest you don't go testing me (Testing me) All the wrong I've done, the Lord still keep on blessing me (Blessing me) Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe (Recipe, recipe) Yeah, ha ha, hey Dre! You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherfucker 'Cause the windows on my motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga 'Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof, nigga 'Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof, nigga But the Doc said if I get hit, I might get a fucking concussion But better that than a hole in the head right, nigga? Ha ha ha ha