50 Cent - We Up lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, uh-huh They don't do it how we do n***as ain't on the sh** we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm 'round the bullsh** like a matador I'm used to the bullsh**, it don't matter boy Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth Build with the gods and double knowledge of self Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion That p**y make a weak n***a break down So which you want, the cheese or the cheeks You want the cheeks but she want the cheese, a b**h gotta eat I'm havin' the epiphany you n***as ain't sh** to me Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from I'm a Southside n***a, yeah I'm ‘bout mine You be that next n***a coroners come outline You ain't made of what I'm made of You a bum n***a with a bum b**h, her shoes come from Bakers Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich n***a b**h look like that? [Hook: 50 Cent] We on now; we pullin' off the lot Brake hit the bu*ton then we pulling, 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***as ain't on the sh** we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) We up, n***a! [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh) Penalized every ho n***a that have a scheme (what else?) Guns in your video get you locked in a bing Yeah, I k** a n***a quick, no worries, my record clean Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up Charity work, parking tickets and no charges f** n***a you f**ed over your father when he gave you a dick Should have been a b**h in pajamas I made my first million f**ing 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** don't happen to everybody I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer Debating on should I f** her or jump on her single 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot [Hook] [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Good p**y for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast D colored VS stones around my neck b**h It feels like a n***a dreamin' Seat back, music bumpin', n***as leanin' Bulls eye, that's what we came for The bread, now a n***a 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** the fame [Hook] [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] ‘Round the world tourin', the city got boring Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses Living life with no worries My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e M-Zone Rida Gang end the story Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury Everything you aren't, fly n***a soaring Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari You so special, bedroom or restroom Just keep performing, go girl About to film a movie, guess who's starring