50 Cent Type Beat

Don't make this complicated My old school candy painted I hustle hard When I come through they like "oh my God - that nigga clean" From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?" Seats in the old school Louis Shoes and the belt buckle Louis We don't need more details now do we? Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood Drama llama time, nigga, what's good? Domino's, motherfucker, it's time to collect Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip these set This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with We talk market and distribution and politics Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace Designer threads in every form of fashion I express myself so the question I'm askin' Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit? We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing In case you ain't notice this a Queens thing From the beginning It Was Written I suppose I break a whole on the 36 oz And move it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes But dig it, I'm a hustler, baby I'm a hustler, baby Oh, it's cold out here It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded It's 50 When I come through you see me In the Suburbans that's bulletproof, bomb proof, leather six, what else? When I go hard I go hard When I don't want you to see me I switch it up I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera In the back like "ooh wee" We rolling I hustle, man, it's what I do, man Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?

I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah Your favorite bad guy's gone, the Joker's dead So from now until forever you're stuck with the kid I ain't supposed to be a boss, I'm supposed to be an enforcer I'm supposed to hold a gun, not be stuck in the office Michael pimped me? I was in the passenger seat He was comfortable with me 'round 'cause I blast my heat '9-4 I was tryin' to catch Mason for bricks of raw Charlie fucked up the jux, they took Nana's little boy, stretch The cocaine, I go hard when the drought come When the straps come out son niggaz know the outcome Lay low, stay low, you may see Jesus Get hit with a stray yo for no fuckin' reason You prayin' for a Benz, it's a blessin' you breathin' It's a miracle that God gave me this Tec, now I'm eatin' Cop it, chop it, profit is all for sale Cocaine, 'Candy Rain', 'I'm Soul For Real', yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah I'm the dope man, coke man, smoke man, whatever man The X man, Tec man, you better respect man Get the cream, triple beam, inf' beam, murder scheme Fiend, morphine, dream, codeine, mo' lean Gun pop, one shot, body drop, it wasn't me Tell the cops it wasn't me, you saw me right? It wasn't me It's not my M.O., see me I make it stretch Get in the way I'll put a body on my Tec Call me crazy, I'll die for what I stand for I'll have ammo flyin' out the Lambo Like 'Commando', nah, like 'Rambo' I keep my cool as long as the fuckin' grams go Woopty-woo, I'm a Chef like Rae It's hot in here, I'm by the stove cookin' crack all day Stretch, we gon' bag up all night We ain't goin' nowhere 'til the count back right, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure cocaine Tryna blow sellin' blow I'm who you fuck with mayne I got Spider-Man high, I made Batman fly Your favorite hero took a hit, now here you try I don't care if it's a sin, I don't care if you're ten Look around kid, it's a cold world we're in If you ask me my offer is extremely handsome A little Charlie, Marley, a little bit of Manson Yeah, me fallin' off is really far fetched I turn a little to a lot, I make it stretch In come the Franklin's, then come the Benji's Fiends by the crack house, dirty and dingy, yeah I take grams of coke, mix it with lactose That's what I do, stretch I make a ounce of dope with like a eighth of dope Befo' I'm through, product stretch I got it mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah