50 Cent — Things We Do

[Intro: 50 Cent] I don't wanna hear no complaining 'Cause you niggas already know how I get man You niggas cannot punk 'round here What the fuck, you think it's different 'cause it's music? Nah, man, fuck that, man [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Close your eyes - see the shooters, see the money in the bag See the D's in the unmarked on a nigga ass See 62 on the plate when niggas bag up Scrape the plate my nigga, everything add up I'm hungry, like I been missing a meal Back writing like I need me a deal, I'll show you the steel It's a jux, nigga, feel the chill Up your spine, I'm a menace for real, I blast to kill Leave your brains on the dash and wheel Mix the kush with the hash and chill, let's talk bread Them niggas in the way of the money, let's shoot ahead The rest of them suckers'll scattered, they don't matter I'm trying to get my head right, I'm buggy like my head lights Big Benz, big friends, bitch get in I blow twenty on the chain, ten at the dice game We used to be the same, now we not alike mane, c'mon [Chorus: Gina Thompson sample (50 Cent)] The thiiiings you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) The thiiiings you dooooooooo... (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I like my bitches fast just like the Porsches Switch gears, riding like 500 horses You're now rocking with the boss of the bosses My wrist glist so sick, I leave a nigga nauseous That's the Hublot, what's that you got? I rock that on Monday, you'll have that one day Follow my footsteps, you know I move proper So what you got a chopper? Nigga, I got a chopper Mines ain't got no wheels, what's the deal? Propellers propel, I'm on the top of New York Top of the food chain, nigga, talking my talk Success is my addiction, you should take a hit of this {HAHA!} I'm down for the friction, you start it I'll finish it Victim? Pick 'em - knife work, stick 'em Chrome Colt, pop 'em - hollow tip, drop 'em It won't be long 'fore you're going dying now, watch 'em (Come on! Come on!) [Chorus: Gina Thompson sample (50 Cent)] The thiiiings you dooooooooo... Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) The thiiiings you dooooooooo... (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) Makes meeeeeee keep running to yoooouuuu! (Run to me now, baby, come on, run to me now, baby, come on) [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, after the drought it's the flood It's strategic, man, I planned it Now follow my footsteps, you know I move proper Let me inspire you, let me make you wanna win Let's take it to the top, baby I wanna say something to make you hungry Don't let nobody fuck up your vibe, man Coming in with that negative bullshit, we don't wanna hear it How they gon' stop a hustler from hustling? Man, 'til next time, 50