50 Cent Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Good Die Young Lyrics

yo, ya know what i want? 

i want the beat to drop in right, like...now

niggas be thinkin im crazy right? (yeah, you are crazy)

i aint crazy (you are crazy) 

atleast i dont think im crazy, i think my shit is hott,

i think im hott (you hott but you crazy) 

why they want..i dunno

its the money that makes shit get ugly 

its the money that make these hoes love me

its the money that make 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 auto be worth as much as picasso

dont cry for me smile for me

an' if you see dem niggas who wet me, wow for me

remember the good times, the chips we stacked, the clips we packed, 

an all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack

let my tombstone read "i tried"

an from the start everything i wrote was from my heart

so its always gon be number 1 on my chart

i get sensitive wit my shit, dont fuck with my art

sometimes it sounds like im playin' but im sayin' this shit is real 

it aint a game

(chorus)

they say the good die young

i guess these grimy niggas live a long time

sit in fancy whips, sip champagne, an' shine 

keep your eyes on yours while i keep my eyes on mine

(repeat)

(end chorus)

first it happened to stretch, then to pac and big

im convinced it could happen to anybody here

so i get vest-ed up when i get dressed up 

an' the hood is messed up,

niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up

if its Don that u drinkin, fill up my cup 

if u gossipin' about me, shut the fuck up

why dont niggas act like they hard? when they know they but.

when gettin' robbed aint a good time to press your luck 

dude listen, if you move, ima hurt you

you'll get your time to shine later, paitence is a virture

right now, what you need to do is gimme the cash

forget about your boss bein' mad, just save your ass

be a good boy, now go an' get your stash

i see you throwin next to the garbage can like it was trash

ight run along before i shoot your ass

i hate to do this to you, bt i really need this cash

(chorus) 

i know we all gonna go, but i hate to go fast,

then again i dont think it'd be fun to stick around an' go last

man listen if you really really like this shit, 

nigga call steve stout (?) and ill write your shit

call him now before i drop 

for real cuz after i drop

im gonna be chargin y'all niggas like 40 a pop

to each his own

me? i'd get it while it was cheap

typical mentality, i know. straight from the street

1999's the year of the predator

killin' to eat

niggas will treat you like an egg when you come to cop with your beat 

gimme your dough, oh your wore your jewels? what a treat.

your a generous guy, take 'em off or die

man, we hurtin round here, aint nobody slingin pie,

look around, aint nobody 'round here fly

why you around here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?

kiss your ass goodbye

(chorus 2x)