50 Cent, Kendrick Lamar - We Up (Album Version (Explicit))

Yeah, uh-uh They 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) I'm round 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 what you want, the cheese or the cheeks? You want the cheeks, 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 Her shoes come from Bakers Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? We on now, we pulling 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 They don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new (new) Spikes on the Louboutins ('boutins, 'boutins) We up, nigga Visualize everything I needed and dreamed (uh-huh) Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?) Guns in your video get you locked in tha' bing 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 Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular I'm scared, this shit don't happens to everybody I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on should I fuck, or jump on her single Twenty thou', she got a hell of a ad lib I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot We on now, we pulling 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 They don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new (new) Spikes on the Louboutins ('boutins, 'boutins) Good pussy for dinner, b-bomb kush for breakfast Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch 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 fame We on now, we pulling 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 They don't do it how we do Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new (new) Spikes on the Louboutins ('boutins, 'boutins) We up, nigga