50 Cent - The Invitation
[Intro:]
1!
1-2!
GRRR!
[Verse 1:]
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash.
Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast!
I make it so HOT! - One shot′ll melt your ass!
GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain′t dead!
I′m far from eccentric, I′m so PSYCHOTIC
I don′t need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT!
When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don′t talk to me!
′Less you wan′ talk about usin′ a Hawk for me.
When Al blew Black away I had ′em on some stupid shit
Then my rap shit WORKED! - Now I′m super stupid rich!
All I do is stunt now! - I′m so Maybach!
There I go frontin′ again I meant to say laid back!
GO ′HEAD! Move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve ′em with the Semi feed ′em a clip for breakfast.
[Chorus:]
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it′s murder one, when I toss my gun!
You might see me let it off, you might see me run!
But you won′t see shit time the police come! - Huh?
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it′s murder one when you see my gun!
I jus′ squeeze and squeeze ′til the whole clip done!
You jus′ bleed and bleed till the police come! - Huh? You want some?
[Verse 2:]
I got a 8th of dope left [phone rings] half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle! - TRY ME I let ′em murk you!
Got more guns than a gun store, beefin′ what you want boy
You wan′ be nice to me? ! - You wan′ shoot dice with me? !
You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous?
Nigga we from the same hood! - We come from the same shit!
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch!
Gettin′ money is necessary so me I′m a visionary!
And I′m sayin′ that house - should be a crackhouse!
Now see it how I see it; or I bring the Straps out!
The Tec and the Mack out! - The Sig and the Taurus!
The Coke and that Heckler - then nigga we warin′!
I let my pistol speak for me and all of ′em foreign.
Click-clack! - Comprende? I′m criminal minded!
Toss money in the sewer! - Bet nobody find it!
Till it′s rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun! - What?
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Outro:]
Come get it, I′m strapped now, I′m with it!
Come get it! [echoes]
Huh, you want some?
Come get it, I′m strapped now, I′m with it!
Fuck that nigga! [gun cocks]
Huh, you want some?
1!
1-2!
GRRR!
[Verse 1:]
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash.
Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast!
I make it so HOT! - One shot′ll melt your ass!
GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain′t dead!
I′m far from eccentric, I′m so PSYCHOTIC
I don′t need you to shoot for me, nigga I GOT IT!
When you see me in the hood - muhfucker don′t talk to me!
′Less you wan′ talk about usin′ a Hawk for me.
When Al blew Black away I had ′em on some stupid shit
Then my rap shit WORKED! - Now I′m super stupid rich!
All I do is stunt now! - I′m so Maybach!
There I go frontin′ again I meant to say laid back!
GO ′HEAD! Move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve ′em with the Semi feed ′em a clip for breakfast.
[Chorus:]
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it′s murder one, when I toss my gun!
You might see me let it off, you might see me run!
But you won′t see shit time the police come! - Huh?
You want some? - Come get some!
Nigga it′s murder one when you see my gun!
I jus′ squeeze and squeeze ′til the whole clip done!
You jus′ bleed and bleed till the police come! - Huh? You want some?
[Verse 2:]
I got a 8th of dope left [phone rings] half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle! - TRY ME I let ′em murk you!
Got more guns than a gun store, beefin′ what you want boy
You wan′ be nice to me? ! - You wan′ shoot dice with me? !
You want a ace on purpose? ! - Why you so nervous?
Nigga we from the same hood! - We come from the same shit!
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch!
Gettin′ money is necessary so me I′m a visionary!
And I′m sayin′ that house - should be a crackhouse!
Now see it how I see it; or I bring the Straps out!
The Tec and the Mack out! - The Sig and the Taurus!
The Coke and that Heckler - then nigga we warin′!
I let my pistol speak for me and all of ′em foreign.
Click-clack! - Comprende? I′m criminal minded!
Toss money in the sewer! - Bet nobody find it!
Till it′s rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun! - What?
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Outro:]
Come get it, I′m strapped now, I′m with it!
Come get it! [echoes]
Huh, you want some?
Come get it, I′m strapped now, I′m with it!
Fuck that nigga! [gun cocks]
Huh, you want some?
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