Текст песни 50 Cent - The Invitation

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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, banks got blast
I make it so hot, one shot'll melt your ass

Got popped up, probably till my eyes turned red
And told myself in the mirror nigga you ain't dead
I'm far from eccentric, I'm so psychotic
I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I got it

When you see me in the hood motherfucker 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 shit
Then my rap shit 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 ahead move reckless, get banged for necklace
I serve 'em with the semi feed 'em a clip for breakfast

You want some? Come get some
Nigga 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 shit time the police come, huh?

You want some? Come get some
Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun
I just squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done
You just 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?
Nigga we from the same hood, we come from the same shit
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch!
Gettin' money is necessary so me I'm a visionary

And I'm sayin' that house should be a crack house
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 Koch and that Heckler then nigga 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 fucked up, forensics have fun, what?

You want some? Come get some
Nigga 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 shit time the police come, huh?

You want some? Come get some
Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun
I just squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done
You just bleed and bleed till the police come
Huh, you want some?

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
Fuck that nigga, huh, you want some?