Paroles We all die young Adema

We all die young

[Fifty talkin' to himself]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..nowniggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right?you are crazy..
I ain't crazy...you are crazy....atleast I don't think I'm crazy
I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hotyou hot but you crazy..why they wanna?..man..
I don't know...[
Verse 1:]It's the money that - makes shit get uglyIt's the money that - makes these hoes love meIt's the money that - makes niggas wanna slug meman..
I thought the money would make it all lovely
Yo, I actually write what I do or seethe felonies from day to day make me say what I saywhen I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me,smile for meand if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for meremember the good times, the chips we stackedthe clips we packedand all the bricks we cooked from coke to cracklet my tombstone read I Tried and from the start everything I wrotewas from my heartso it'll always be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my artsometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'this shit is real, it ain't a game.::Chorus::LyricsCafe.com::
They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live along time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyeson yours while I keep my eyes on mine. [Repeat][Verse 2:]
First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and BigI'm convinced it can happen to anybody kidso I get vest up when I get dressed upin the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit upif it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cupif you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the fuck upwhy do niggas act like they hard when they know they buttàand gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luckduke listen, if you move I'm'a hurt youyou'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtueright now what you need to do is gimme the cashforget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya assbe a good Boy now, go and get your stash
I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trashalright run along before I shoot ya ass
I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.[
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Verse 3:]
I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fastthen again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go lastman listen, if you really really like this shitnigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shitcall him now before I drop for real 'cause after I dropI'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a popto each his own, me? I got it while it was cheaptypical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eatniggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beatgimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treatyou're a generous guytake 'em off or dieman, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pieslook around, ain't nobody 'round here flywhy you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high'see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.[
Chorus 2x]