50 Cent, Skylar Grey - Don't Turn On Me lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[50 Cent, Skylar Grey - Don't Turn On Me lyrics]
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow
Failure's not an option
My son's turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night
I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot
Had cocaine cookin' fast forward my grind
9-8-'99 more eigths more O's
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggas I'd make it
They was doubting me then
Picture me zonin' on the park
Bench pushin' my pit who needs enemies
My friends keep shootin' my friends
They takin' hit's now
They'll blow your brains out for a Benz
Call me a dreamer
Cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina
I'm gettin' my ass off this block
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
Ain't it funny how the niggas I
Came up with wasn't bumpin' me
Product of the slum
I guess it's misery loves company
Told em' i’m a winner
I’d be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was
Rollin' up the weed did
Jay & Jay didn't work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped
One hell of a summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a
Bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around thats when you
Know you're on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome
They countin' me out, i'mma show em
I fought my way out of
Mother fuckin' corners before
I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
Been the under dog all my life
I'm still here boy
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying "damn
My man did it"
Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
I'm fightin' off my competition
Trying not to drop it seems like no one seen
Him fuckin' with the kid
All they see was me tryna
Take off their fuckin' head
They don't see the slap
All they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit
I'm sure they'll run to the cops
How am I the bully of the East
If I don't start no beef?
I meet aggression with aggression
I learned that on the streets
I see em frontin' on they blogs
Sayin' I'm done like I ain't got that flow
They know be number one
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow
Failure's not an option
My son's turning one years old
I wrote a verse about the night
I just spent in Central bookings
Cause my grandpa coffee pot
Had cocaine cookin' fast forward my grind
9-8-'99 more eigths more O's
Broken in nickels and dimes
I told niggas I'd make it
They was doubting me then
Picture me zonin' on the park
Bench pushin' my pit who needs enemies
My friends keep shootin' my friends
They takin' hit's now
They'll blow your brains out for a Benz
Call me a dreamer
Cause I could see myself on top
Word to Sabrina
I'm gettin' my ass off this block
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
Ain't it funny how the niggas I
Came up with wasn't bumpin' me
Product of the slum
I guess it's misery loves company
Told em' i’m a winner
I’d be something to believe in
They was more concerned who was
Rollin' up the weed did
Jay & Jay didn't work, neither did Columbia
Got shot, got dropped
One hell of a summer huh?
One year recovery feel like a
Bag of broken bones
Bill collectors come around thats when you
Know you're on your own
Strap the vest, cock the chrome
They countin' me out, i'mma show em
I fought my way out of
Mother fuckin' corners before
I'm better under pressure I'm built for it
Been the under dog all my life
I'm still here boy
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it
Homie in the cell saying "damn
My man did it"
Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top
I'm fightin' off my competition
Trying not to drop it seems like no one seen
Him fuckin' with the kid
All they see was me tryna
Take off their fuckin' head
They don't see the slap
All they hear is the shot
As soon as somebody hit
I'm sure they'll run to the cops
How am I the bully of the East
If I don't start no beef?
I meet aggression with aggression
I learned that on the streets
I see em frontin' on they blogs
Sayin' I'm done like I ain't got that flow
They know be number one
When they say my time is up
And I am just collecting dust
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
And when they claim that I'm washed up
Or when my guns begin to rust
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't
No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)
I'm warning you, don't turn on me
(No, no, no, don't, don't, don't)