50 Cent feat. Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd - We Up [charts-news | 10.04.2013] | Текст песни

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• We Up [charts-news | 10.04.2013]

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I’m around the bullshit like a matador
I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So which you want, the cheese or the chicks
You want the chicks but she want the cheese
A bitch gotta eat
I’m havin’ the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from
I’m a southside nigga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?

[Hook: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pullin’
Down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new
Spikes 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 beam
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in pajamas.
I made my first million fucking dollars
Brought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids
K-Dot

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
‘Round the world tourin’, the city got borin’
Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
Don't make it slam on you like I'm Maury
(?) zone Rida Gang in a story
Ops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything roaring, fly nigga soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, babe, I'm in the restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who's starring

[Hook]

[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
Got pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch
Feels like a nigga dreaming, feels like a nigga dreaming

Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
Bulletproof front flash, shinin’ Armor All
It feels like a nigga dreamin’
Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’
Bulls eye, that’s what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game boy
I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fameExplain

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