50 Cent - We Up Feat. Kendrick Lamar

  

Lyrics to We Up Feat. Kendrick Lamar by 50 Cent

  [Verse 1] 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 n-gga 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 n-ggas ain’t shit to me Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from I’m a southside n-gga, yeah I’m ‘bout mine You be that next n-gga coroners come and outline You ain’t made of what I’m made of You a bum n-gga with a bum bitch Your shoes come from Vegas Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich n-gga bitch look like that? [Hook] 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 N-ggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louis Vuittons We up, n-gga [Verse 2] Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy Bulletproof front flash, shinin’, Armor All It feels like a n-gga dreamin’ Seat back, music bumpin’, n-ggas leanin’ Bulls eye, that’s what we came for The bread, now a n-gga 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, motherf-ck the fame [Hook] 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 N-ggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louis Vuittons We up, n-gga [Verse 3] ‘Round the world tourin’, the city got borin’ Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses Living life with no worries My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus Don't make it slam on you like I'm Maury Him zone write a gang in a story Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury Everything you owning, fly n-gga soaring Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari You so special, babe, I'm in the restroom Just keep performing, go girl About to film a movie, guess who's starring? [Hook] 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 N-ggas ain’t on the shit we on Everything new Spikes on the Louis Vuittons We up, n-gga [Outro] Got pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch Feels like a n-gga dreamin', feels like a n-gga dreamin'