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50 cent – we up (updated version) lyrics


[verse 1: 50 cent]
i’m around the bullsh-t like a matador
i’m used to the bullsh-t, it don’t matter boy
corporate acquisitions, acc-mulations of wealth
build with the gods and double knowledge of self
entrepreneur visions, moulin rouge religion
that p-ssy make a weak n-gg- break down
so which you want, the cheese or the chicks
you want the chicks but she want the cheese
a b-tch gotta eat
i’m havin’ the epiphany you n-gg-s ain’t sh-t to me
worse than the sc-m in the slum i’m from
i’m a southside n-gg-, yeah i’m ‘bout mine
you be that next n-gg- coroners come outline
you ain’t made of what i’m made of
you a b-m n-gg- with a b-m b-tch
your shoes come from bakers
counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
what kind of rich n-gg- b-tch look like that?

[hook: 50 cent]
you all know when we pullin’ off the lot
brake hit the b-tton 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
n-gg-s ain’t on the sh-t we on (we on, we on)
everything new
spikes on the louboutins (boutins, boutins)
we up, n-gg-

[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
visualize everything i needed and dream (uh-huh)
penalized every ho n-gg- that have a scheme (what else?)
guns in your video get you locked in a beam
yeah, i kill a n-gg- quick, no worries, my record clean
murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
charity work, parking tickets and no charges
f-ck n-gg- you f-cked over your father when he gave you a d-ck
should have been a b-tch in pajamas.
i made my first million f-cking dollars
bought a bible, oh yeah, god got me
made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
i’m scared, this sh-t don’t happen to everybody
i’m on instagram looking at your favorite singer
debating on should i f-ck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a h-ll of a adlib
i’m in her mouth like i knew i could have kids


good p-ssy for dinner
bomb kush for breakfast
deep colored vs stones around my neck, b-tch

it feels like a n-gg- dreamin’
seat back, music b-mpin’, n-gg-s leanin’
bullseye, that’s what we came for
the bread, now a n-gg- 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, motherf-ck the fame