50 Cent The Invitation Lyrics

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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 ***!
Got popped up! probably till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror ***** you ain't dead!
I'm far from eccentric, I'm so psychotic
I don't need you to shoot for me, ***** I got it!
When you see me in the hood muh'****er 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 ****
Then my rap **** 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.

You want some? come get some!
***** 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 **** time the police come! huh?

You want some? come get some!
***** 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?

I got a 8th of dope left 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?
***** we from the same hood! we come from the same ****!
You got gonorrhea too, we ****ed with the same *****!
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 ***** 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 ****ed up, forensics have fun! what?


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!
**** that *****!
Huh, you want some?

Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Manoro Perez Williams, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

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