Things We Do Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent]

I don't wanna hear no complainin'!

Cause ya niggaz already know how I get man!

Ya niggaz cannot punk 'round here!

What the fuck ya think it's different cause it's music? [kids ovations]

Nah man fuck that man! {DAMN! }

[50 Cent:]

Close your eyes! - See the shooters see the money in the bag

See the D's in the unmarked - on a niggaz ass.

See '62 on the plate, when niggaz bag up

Scrape the plate my nigga! - Everything add up!

I'm hungry! - Like I been missin' a meal.

Back writin' like I need me a deal. - I show you the steel!

It's a jux nigga feel the chill

Up your spine I'm a menace for real! - I blast to kill! {COME ON! }

Leave your brains on the dash and wheel

Mix the kush with the hash and chill; let's talk bread!

Them niggaz in the way of the money let's shoot their head

The rest of them suckers have scattered it don't matter!

I try to get my head right, I boogie like my head lights

Big Benz! Big friends! Bitch get in!

I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game

We used to be the same, now we not alike man! - C'mon!

[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]

The thiiiings you dooooooooo...

Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu!

(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on! )

[Scream] {COME ON! }

The thiiiings you dooooooooo...

(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! )

Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu!

{Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! )

{"FOREVER KING"! }

[50 Cent:]

I like my bitches fast, jus' like the Porsches

Switch gears, ride at like 500 horses.

Your now rockin' with the boss of the bosses

My wris' glis' so sick I leave a nigga nauseous.
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That's you lied! - What's that you got?

I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day!

Follow my footsteps you know I move proper

So what you got a chopper? Nigga I got a chopper!

Mines ain't got no wheels; what's the deal?

Propellor's propel, I'm on the top of New York!

Top of the food chain, nigga talkin' my talk;

Success is my addiction you should take a hit of this {HAHA! }

I'm down for the friction you start it I'll finish it

Victim? - Pick 'em! - Knife work - stick 'em!

Chrome Colt - pop 'em! - Hollowtip - drop 'em!

It won't be long 'fore you're goin' dyin' now, watch 'em!

(Come on! Come on! )

[Chorus: Gina Thompson sample from "The Things We Do" (50 Cent)]

The thiiiings you dooooooooo... {CAN'T FORGET... }

Makes meeeeeee keep ruunnin' to yoooouuuu! {NIKKI! }

(Run to me now, baby come on! Run to me now, baby come on! ){G-UNIT! }

The thiiiings you dooooooooo... [scraches]

(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! )

Makes meeeeeee keep ruuuunnin' to yoooouuuu!

(Run to me now, baby come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! )

[Kids ovation] {"THISIS50.COM"! }

[Outro: 50 Cent]

Yeah!

After the drought it's the flood! [scraches]

It's strategic man!

I planned it! {HAHA! }

NOW... follow my footsteps!

You know I move proper!

Let me inspire you! [scraches]

Let me make you wanna win!

Let's take it to the top, baby!

I wan' say somethin' that'll make you hungry! [gunshot]

Don't let nobody fuck up your vibe man!

Come in with that negative bullshit we don't wanna hear it!

How they gon' stop a hustler from hustlin'?

Man!

Till next time...

50! [scraches] {LET'S GO! } [beat stops]