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[Intro]
They can't keep a good man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frown
Keep the vibes and I stood my ground
They will never ever take my crown [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Nah... nah!
I'm still the sh**, I'm rich already
f** around we'll be readin yo' obituary
My whip clean, my watch clean
9 karats hoe, that's what I call a pinky ring
Don't even trick, my heart cold
Around the globe, I'm-I'm-I'm on parole
I ball hard, I go hard
They say I'm grimy, up to no good, oh God
Shawty work that, when she twerk that
She a 10 and she damn close to perfect
I might wan' stunt, throw a hundred racks
Get my man a strap, he gon' get my money back
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm sh**tin on these n***az like they knew I would
I'm ghetto right, I'm super hood
I'm sh**tin on these n***az like they knew I would
[Chorus]
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things get better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officer who's asking for a search
They found no weapon just saw me a draw first [3X]
(FIYAH!)
[50 Cent]
Gram after gram, time after time
I got the grind, I can't help it I got the shine
I do it big, you're stupid big
I could fit like half the projects in my crib
You stick around, I'm outta here
You on the ground, I'm in the Lear
I love yachts, banana boats
Either way, call my n***a, got to get the dope
They done made me mad, now I'm in my bag
And I'm back with the strap, catch a case, beat a case, rich n***a swag
Every step I take, every little itty-bitty move I make
Turn the big bags of birthday cake, I can't even fit this sh** in my SAFE!
W-w-wait! Got more money, come and try not to hate
Why you think a n***a in and out of state? I'm a pro on the low when I operate
I get the bread, I blow the bread, I'm flashy, I'm shinin
I get the bread, I blow the bread, and my b**hes, and my diamonds
[Chorus]