50 Cent Good Die Young Lyrics

[Fifty talkin' to himself]
Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
n____s be thinkin' I'm crazy right?
you are crazy..
I ain't crazy...
you are crazy....
atleast I don't think I'm crazy
I think my s___ is hot, I think I'm hot
you hot but you crazy..
why they wanna?..man..I don't know...

[Verse 1:]
It's the money that - makes s___ get ugly
It's the money that - makes these hoes love me
It's the money that - makes n____s wanna slug me
man..I thought the money would make it all lovely
Yo, I actually write what I do or see
the felonies from day to day make me say what I say
when I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me, smile for me and if you see them n____s that wet me, wile' for me remember the good times, the chips we stacked the clips we packed
and all the bricks we cooked from c__e to crack
let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote was from my heart so it'll always be number one on my chart I get sensitive with my s___, don't f___ with my art sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin' this s___ is real, it ain't a game.

[Chorus]
They say the good die young, I guess these grimy n____s live a long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes on yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat)

[Verse 2:]
First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid
so I get vest up when I get dressed up
in the hood it's messed up, n____s runnin' 'round shootin' s___ up if it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup if you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the f___ up why do n____s act like they hard when they know they b___? and gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck duke listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you you'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue right now what you need to do is gimme the cash forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya a__ be a good Boy now, go and get your stash I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash alright run along before I shoot ya a__ I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3:]
I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last man listen, if you really really like this s___ n____ call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya s___ call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop I'm'a be chargin' ya'll n____s like Forty a pop to each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street 1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat n____s'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
you're a generous guy take 'em off or die man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly why you 'round here with this s___ anyway? huh? you high? see, you done made the wrong move, kiss your a__ goodbye.

[Chorus 2x]