50 Cent - The Good Die Young lyrics

Yo, you know what I want?
I want the beat to drop in, right, like, now
Niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? yeah
You are crazy
I ain't crazy - you are crazy -
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 makes shit get ugly
It's the money that makes these hoes love me
It's the money that makes
Niggas wanna slug me
Man, I thought the money would
Make it all lovely
Yo, I actually write what I do and see
The felonies from day to day make
Me say what I say when I die my art will be
Worth as much as Picasso's
Don't cry for me, smile for me


And if you see them niggas who
Wet me wile' for me
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’s always gon' be number one on my chart
I get sensitive with my shit
Don't fuck with my art
Sometimes it sounds like I'm playing
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 running 'round shooting shit up
If it's Dom that you drinking fill up my cup
If you gossiping about me shut the fuck up
Why do niggas act like they hard
When they know they butt?
When getting robbed ain't a good
Time to press ya luck
Duke listen, if you move I'mma hurt you
You'll get your turn to shine later
Patience is a virtue
Right now what you need to do
Is give me the cash
Forget about your boss being 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 gonna 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'mma be chargin' ya'll niggas
Like forty a pop
To each his own: me? I'd get
It while it was cheap
Typical mentality, I know
I'm straight from the street
1999's the year of the predator
I'm killing to eat
Niggas'll treat you like a egg
When you come to cop you get beat
Give me your dough, oh
You wore your jewels? What a treat
You're a generous guy, take 'em off or die
Man, we hurting 'round here
Ain't nobody slinging 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
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