We up

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We up

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
I’m around 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 pu*** make a weak ni*** 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 ni***, yeah I’m ‘bout mine
You be that next ni*** coroners come outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum ni*** with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Bakers
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich ni*** bitch look like that?

[Hook: 50 Cent]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake hit the button then we pullin’
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, ni***

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho ni*** that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a beam
Yeah, I kill a ni*** quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges
F*** ni*** you f-cked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in pajamas.
I made my first million f-cking dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I’m scared, this shit don’t happen to everybody
I’m on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on should I f-ck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a adlib
I’m in her mouth like I knew I could have kids
K-Dot

[Hook:]

Good pu*** for dinner
Bomb kush for breakfast
Deep colored VS stones around my neck, bitch

It feels like a ni*** dreamin’
Seat back, music bumpin’, niggas leanin’
Bullseye, that’s what we came for
The bread, now a ni*** run the game boy
I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip, motherf-ck the fame

[Hook:]

50 Cent Ft. Kendrick Lamar – We Up Lyrics

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