50 Cent - The Glow Of A Thug lyrics

[Verse 1] Some friends turn foes over money and hoes When they family ain't tight, when they money ain't right When you party with me, you party all night Cause I ain't with doing nothing if we ain't doing it right Players hate us when they getting face-to-face altercations They be getting played like Sony Playstation When the feds having fun, co*kblockers try to stop me I heard some cats be in the background trying to clap me I see them when they start scheming, I know what they thinking of Mad at us for being players and they can't get no love What it boil down to, cause my flow's hot, your flow's not You're so-so going against 50 Cent, that's a no-no Y'all know better than that [Hook] Flowers blooming, morning dew, and the cats just ain't the same It's a pleasure when you treasure all that's new and true in the game Easy living while we're pimping what we know we're dreaming of We are one having fun walking in the glow of a thug [Verse 2] First it was me and my pistol, but since the last mistrial Spin up a Cristal, I'm living it up My lawyer, K.O.'d the case, checked the lawbook for my name I sit in courtrooms and throw signs like I'm a Mason Money is power, envy is cash, breed evil I could be robbed with the j**els I drop Came into the store a year ago I decided to stack chips on the whip Push the hoot, now I be sitting on Beach Huevo Contemplating coping the Coupe... Hmm, should I? Ghetto as I wanna be, I say "What up dude?" When I breach you serve you bricks, through time to beat you Send you back if you headed to your people Threw out my chest when I make power moves like I'm right on the L [Hook] [Verse 3] You wanna, party with me, come on, party with me Oh, you don't wanna party with me, it's aight with me Shorty, what's your favorite champagne, Cristal, Moet or Dom P? Lighten up, get a bottle boo, but it ain't on me I'm caught up, in my ghetto way of thinking From the ice, to the minks, to the champagne we drinking Big boys is playing Benzos with AMG kits and 20 inch Lorenzos Follow me, round and round, the club 3 and a quarter drop-tops with hard tops 20 whips for chip; that's it. Average joes who flip bricks My team flash keys like they grow on trees When it's hot, park the whips and ride bikes If you [?] through traffic on the turn-bikes, aight