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    Dj Clue? / Lyrics

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    "Good Die Young" Lyrics

    Dj Clue? feat. 50 Cent

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    Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now
    Niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right?
    You are crazy
    I ain't crazy
    You are crazy
    Atleast I don't think I'm crazy
    I think my shit is hot, I think I'm hot
    You hot but you crazy
    Why they want to? Man, I don't know...

    It's the money that, makes shit get ugly
    It's the money that, makes these hoes love me
    It's the money that, makes niggas want to slug me
    Man I thought the money would make it all lovely
    Yo, I actually write what I do or see
    The felonies from day to day make me say what I say
    When I die my art will be worth more than Picasso's, don't cry for me,
    Smile for me
    And if you see them niggas that wet me, wile' for me
    Remember the good times, the chips we stacked
    The clips we packed
    And all the bricks we cooked from coke to crack
    Let my tombstone read "I Tried" and from the start everything I wrote
    Was from my heart
    So it'll always be number one on my chart
    I get sensitive with my shit, don't fuck with my art
    Sometimes it sounds like I'm playin' but I'm sayin'
    This shit is real, it ain't a game.

    They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a
    Long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
    On yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat)

    First it happened to Stretch then to Pac and Big
    I'm convinced it can happen to anybody kid
    So I get vest up when I get dressed up
    In the hood it's messed up, niggas runnin' 'round shootin' shit up
    If it's Dom that you drinkin' fill up my cup
    If you got somethin' to doubt me, shut the fuck up
    Why do niggas act like they hard when they know they butt?
    And gettin' robbed ain't a good time to press ya luck
    Duke listen, if you move I'm'a hurt you
    You'll get your turn to shine later, patience is a virtue
    Right now what you need to do is gimme the cash
    Forget about your Boss bein' mad, just save ya ass
    Be a good Boy now, go and get your stash
    I seen you throw it next to the garbage can like it was trash
    Alright run along before I shoot ya ass
    I hate to do this to you but I really need this cash.

    They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a
    Long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
    On yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat)

    They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a
    Long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
    On yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat)

    I know we all gotta go, but I'd hate to go fast
    Then again I don't think it'd be fun to stick around and go last
    Man listen, if you really really like this shit
    Nigga call Steve Stoute and I'll write ya shit
    Call him now before I drop for real 'cause after I drop
    I'm'a be chargin' ya'll niggas like Forty a pop
    To each his own, me? I got it while it was cheap
    Typical mentality, I know, I'm straight from the street
    1999's the year of the predator, I'm killin' to eat
    Niggas'll treat you like a egg, you come to cop you get beat
    Gimme your dough, oh, you wore your jewels? what a treat
    You're a generous guy
    Take 'em off or die
    Man, we hurtin' 'round here, ain't nobody slingin' pies
    Look around, ain't nobody 'round here fly
    Why you 'round here with this shit anyway? huh? you high?
    See, you done made the wrong move, kiss your ass goodbye.

    They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a
    Long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
    On yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat)

    They say the good die young, I guess these grimy niggas live a
    Long time, sit in fancy whips, sip champaigne and shine, keep your eyes
    On yours while I keep my eyes on mine. (Repeat)
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Paul H. Williams, Shelton Emerson Rivers, Von M. Carlisle, De Shaun D. Holton, Rufus B. Johnson, Ondre C. Moore, Denaun M. Porter, Karnail Pitts, Jonathan Rotem.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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