50 Cent - Keep Your eyes On Yours lyrics

Yo, you know what I want?
I want the beat to drop in right? Like now
Niggas be thinking I'm crazy, right?
Yeah, you are crazy! I ain't crazy
You are cra- at least I don't think I'm crazy
I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot
You hot, but you crazy
Why they wanna- I don't know

It's the money that, make shit get ugly
It's the money that, make these hoes love me
It's the money that
Make niggas 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 thеm niggas that wet me
Wile' for mе
Remember the good times, the chips we stacked
The clips we packed
And all the bricks we cooked
From coke 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 shit
Don't fuck with my art
Sometimes it sounds like I'm
Playin' but I'm sayin'
This shit is real, it ain't a game

They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I
Keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I
Keep my eyes on mine

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
Niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
If it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup
If you got somethin' to doubt me
Shut the fuck up
Why do niggas act like they hard
When they know they butt?
And gettin' robbed ain't a good
Time to press ya luck
Duke listen, if you move I'ma 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 ass
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 ass
I hate to do this to you
But I really need this cash

They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I
Keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I
Keep my eyes on mine

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 shit
Nigga call Steve Stoute and
I'll write ya shit
Call him now before I drop for
Real 'cause after I drop
I'ma be chargin' ya'll niggas
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
Niggas'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
Shit anyway? Huh? You high?
See, you done made the wrong move
Kiss your ass goodbye

They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I
Keep my eyes on mine
They say the good die young
I guess these grimy niggas live a long time
Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and shine
Keep your eyes on yours while I
Keep my eyes on mine