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The Invitation
50 Cent
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Verse-
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash
Then the ball dropped, gun popped, Banks 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 'um 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 ahead move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve 'um with the semi feed 'um 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 till the whole clip done..
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come, huh..
You want some..
Verse-
I got a eighth of dope left, half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle, try me i let 'um 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 Tech 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 'um 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..
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 till the whole clip done..
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come.. huh..
You want some..
Outro-
Come get it i'm strapped now i'm with it.. Come get it..
Huh, you want some..
Come get it i'm strapped now i'm with it..
Fuck
that nigga..
Huh, you want some..
compositores: Curtis James Jackson, Manoro Perez Williams, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe
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1 2..
Grrrrrrr...
Verse-
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
Four hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash
Then the ball dropped, gun popped, Banks 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 'um 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 ahead move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve 'um with the semi feed 'um 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 till the whole clip done..
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come, huh..
You want some..
Verse-
I got a eighth of dope left, half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle, try me i let 'um 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 Tech 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 'um 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..
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 till the whole clip done..
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come.. huh..
You want some..
Outro-
Come get it i'm strapped now i'm with it.. Come get it..
Huh, you want some..
Come get it i'm strapped now i'm with it..
Fuck
that nigga..
Huh, you want some..
compositores: Curtis James Jackson, Manoro Perez Williams, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe
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