[Fifty talkin' to himself]

Yo, You know what I want?

I want the beat to drop in like..now

*****s be thinkin' I'm crazy right?

You are crazy..

I ain't crazy...

you are crazy....

At least I don't think I'm crazy

I think my *******t is hot, I think I'm hot

You hot but you crazy..

Why they wanna?..man..I don't know...

[Verse 1:]

It's the money that - makes *******t get ugly

It's the money that - makes these hoes love me

It's the money that - makes *****s 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 them *****s that 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'll always be number one on my chart

I get sensitive with my *******t, don't ***** with my art

Sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'

This *******t is real, it ain't a game.

[Chorus]

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy *****s live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and *******ne

Keep your eyes on yours

While I keep my eyes on mine.

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy *****s live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and *******ne

Keep your eyes on yours

While I keep my eyes on mine.

[Verse 2:]

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,

*****s runnin' 'round shootin' *******t up

If it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup

If your gossiping about me, shut the ***** up

Why do *****s 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'm gonna hurt you

You'll get your turn to *******ne 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.

[Chorus 2X]

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy *****s live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and *******ne

Keep your eyes on yours

While I keep my eyes on mine.

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy *****s live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and *******ne

Keep your eyes on yours

While I keep my eyes on mine.

[Verse 3:]

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 *******t

***** call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya *******t

Call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop

I'm gonna be chargin' you all *****s 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

*****s'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 *******t anyway?

Huh? you high?

See, you done made the wrong move,

Kiss your ass goodbye.

[Chorus 2x]

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy *****s live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and *******ne

Keep your eyes on yours

While I keep my eyes on mine.

They say the good die young

I guess these grimy *****s live a long time

Sit in fancy whips, sip champagne and *******ne

Keep your eyes on yours

While I keep my eyes on mine.