50 Cent - My Crown lyrics

{"SMS, Audio"} [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]