Things We Do 50 Cent

[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)