The Good Die Young

[50 Cent]<br>Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now <br>niggas be thinkin` I`m crazy right?<br>you are crazy..<br>I ain`t crazy...<br>you are crazy....<br>atleast I don`t think I`m crazy<br>I think my shit is hot, I think I`m hot<br>you hot but you crazy..<br>why they wanna?..man..I don`t know...<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>It`s the money that - makes shit get ugly<br>It`s the money that - makes these hoes love me<br>It`s the money that - makes niggas wanna slug me<br>man..I thought the money would make it all lovely<br>Yo, I actually write what I do or see<br>the felonies from day to day make me say what I say<br>when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso`s<br>Don`t cry for me, smile for me<br>and if you see them niggas that wet me, wile` for me<br>remember the good times, the chips we stacked<br>the clips we packed <br>and all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack<br>let my tombstone read &quot;I Tried&quot; and from the start<br>everything I wrote was from my heart<br>so it`ll always be number one on my chart<br>I get sensitive with my shit, don`t fuck with my art<br>sometimes it sounds like I`m playin` but I`m sayin`<br>this shit is real, it ain`t a game.<br><br>[Chorus - repeat 2X]<br>They say the good die young<br>I guess these grimy niggas live a long time<br>Sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine<br>Keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big<br>I`m convinced it can happen to anybody kid<br>so I get vest up when I get dressed up<br>in the hood it`s messed up, niggas runnin` `round shootin` shitup<br>if it`s Dom that you drinkin` fill up my cup<br>if you got somethin` to doubt me, shut the fuck up<br>why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?<br>and gettin` robbed ain`t a good time to press ya luck<br>duke listen, if you move I`m`a hurt you<br>you`ll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue<br>right now what you need to do is gimme the cash<br>forget about your Boss bein` mad, just save ya ass<br>be a good Boy now, go and get your stash<br>I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash<br>alright run along before I shoot ya ass<br>I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>I know we all gotta go, but I`d hate to go fast<br>then again I don`t think it`d be fun to stick around and go last<br>man listen, if you really really like this shit<br>nigga call Steve Stoute and I`ll write ya shit<br>call him now before I drop for real `cause after I drop<br>I`m`a be chargin` ya`ll niggas like Forty a pop<br>to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap<br>typical mentality, I know, I`m straight from the street<br>1999`s the year of the predator, I`m killin` to eat<br>niggas`ll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat<br>gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat<br>you`re a generous guy<br>take `em off or die<br>man, we hurtin` `round here, ain`t nobody slingin` pies<br>look around, ain`t nobody `round here fly<br>why you `round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?<br>see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye. <br><br>[Chorus]