Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Up, artist - 50 Cent. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Up |
| I’m around the bullshit like a matador |
| I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter, boy |
| Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth |
| Build with the gods and double knowledge of self |
| Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion |
| That pussy make a weak nigga break down |
| So what you want, the cheese or the chicks' |
| You want the chicks but you want the cheese |
| A bitch gotta eat |
| I’m havin' the epiphany you niggas ain’t shit to me |
| Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from |
| I’m a southside nigga, yeah I’m 'bout mine |
| You be that next nigga coroners come and outline |
| You ain’t made of what I’m made of |
| You a bum nigga with a bum bitch |
| Your shoes come from Vegas |
| Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers |
| What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that |
| You all know when we pullin' off the lot |
| Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top |
| Shine’s on stuntin' and I’m pullin' out a knot |
| Strapped with the glock, won’t pull it out a lot |
| But front, I’ll make it pop |
| Y’all don’t do it how we do |
| Niggas ain’t on the shit we on |
| Everything new |
| Spikes on the Louis Vuittons |
| We up, nigga! |
| Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh) |
| Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?) |
| Guns in your video get you locked in a bing |
| Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean |
| Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up |
| Charity work, parking tickets and no charges |
| Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick |
| Should have been a bitch in pajamas |
| I made my first million fucking dollars |
| Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me |
| Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular |
| I’m scared, this shit don’t happen to everybody |
| I’m on Instagram looking at your favorite singer |
| Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her single |
| 20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib |
| I’m in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot |
| Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast |
| Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch |
| It feels like a nigga dreamin' |
| Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin' |
| Bulls eye, that’s what we came for |
| The bread, now a nigga run the game boy |
| I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard |
| Aloof livin', I came up so hard |
| No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain |
| I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame |