We Up Lyrics - 50 Cent

Whoever sync this before fuck you and sync again 

(feat. Kendrick Lamar & Kidd Kidd) 

Yeah, Uh huh 

I'm round 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 nigga break down 

So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks? 

You want the cheeks but she want the cheese 

A bitch gotta eat 

I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me 

Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from 

I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine 

You be that next nigga corners come outline 

You ain't made of what I'm made of 

You a bum nigga with a bum bitch 

Who's shoes come from Bakers 

Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers 

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What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? 

Ya'll 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 

You don't do it how we do 

Niggas ain't own the shit we own 

Everything new 

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) 

We up, nigga 

Photos 

Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh) 

Penalized every ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?) 

Guns in your video get you locked in tha' bing 

Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean 

Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up 

Charity work, parking tickets and no charges 

Fuck nigga you fucked over your father, when he gave you a dick should have been a bitch in pajamas 

I made my first million fucking dollars 

Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me 

Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular 

I'm scared, this shit don't happens to everybody 

I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite singer 

Debating on should I fuck, or jump on her single 

20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib 

I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot 

Ya'll 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 

You don't do it how we do 

Niggas ain't own the shit we own 

Everything new 

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) 

We up, nigga 

'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 Amar'e 

M'zone, Rida gang, end of story 

Oops that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry 

She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury 

Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring 

Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari 

You so special, bedroom or restroom 

Just keep performing, Go girl 

About to film a movie, guess who it's starring? 

(Ahhh.) 

Ya'll 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 

You don't do it how we do 

Niggas ain't own the shit we own 

Everything new 

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons (Vuittons, Vuittons) 

We up, nigga 

Good pussy for dinner or bomb kush for breakfast 

D'D-Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch 

Feels like a nigga dreamin' (dreamin'), feels like a nigga dreamin' (dreamin')