50 Cent

Every ghetto I know the same
We trying to make a little change
Preacher man come around talkin’
I don’t wanna hear it, keep walkin’

We ain’t cut from the same cloth, we into different shit
I want the bread, you want the bitch

Je hais les hommes donc je ne vais plus trop dehors

Et pour pleurer, je dois m’cacher, baisser les stores

I’m dreaming big, real big, I got big dreams
I’ll kill ’em this year, I got big schemes

I’m a winner winner, look I gotta win
After I win I got to win over again

Je hais les hommes donc je ne vais plus trop dehors

Et pour pleurer, je dois m’cacher, baisser les stores

I’ve been shot, I’ve been stabbed, but I ain’t been snitched on
When you snitching where I’m from you gon’ get your shit blown

Hate it or love it, the underdog’s on top
And I’m gon’ shine homey until my heart stop
Go ‘head envy me, I’m rap’s M.V.P
And I ain’t goin’ nowhere, so you can get to know me

If I was tryin to change, I probably couldn’t change you know

Better watch how you talk when you talk about me
‘Cause I’ll come and take your life away

Je hais les hommes donc je ne vais plus trop dehors

Et pour pleurer, je dois m’cacher, baisser les stores

Je hais les hommes donc je ne vais plus trop dehors

Et pour pleurer, je dois m’cacher, baisser les stores

I got a lot of livin’ to do ‘fore I die
And I ain’t got time to waste
Let’s make it

Je hais les hommes donc je ne vais plus trop dehors

Et pour pleurer, je dois m’cacher, baisser les stores

Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson opens up about his amazing comeback—from tragic personal loss to thriving businessman and cable’s highest-paid executive

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