Letra We Up de 50 Cent original
Yeah, uh-huh They don't do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] 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 which you want, the cheese or the chicks You want the chicks 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 coroners come outline You ain’t made of what I’m made of You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, your shoes come from Bakers Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that? [Hook: 50 Cent] You all know when we pullin’ off the lot Brake hit the button then we pulling, 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 Y’all don’t do it how we do Niggas ain’t on the shit we on (we on, we on) Everything new Spikes on the Louboutins (boutins, boutins) We up, nigga!