Get Rich Or Die Tryin' ( 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin' )

Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
You know, it's real shit, feel this!

America's got a thing for this
gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather
Pelle-Pelle

I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan
Got that silver duck tape on my Trey
Eight handle
The women on my life bring
confusion shit
SO like Nino from New Jack, I'll have
to cancel that bitch

Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my
heart dun froze up
I build an empire on the low the
narc's don't know
I'm the weatherman, I take that coco
leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch
it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just
triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live
a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so
you can't see

The penitentiary is definitely out the

question for me

I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while

I'm tryin to get mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or
where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my
life
So I hustle (hustle)

Yea, I don't know shit about
gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talents start flyin, when a nigga
flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz
can't fuck with me

Man my cold days, they called me
chef boy are 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like
seeds in their weed shit
Send me them seeds I'll grow 'em
what they need
Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib

thats chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god
damn it
I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know
how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell
you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is
the DNA of a crook

What goes in my mind, it's
contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or spider, I'll
be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far
from low key
And you can locate me where ever
that dope be, gettin money man

Its a hustler's ambition, close your
eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin
and drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the
coupe switchin lanes
In the jewels with your chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to clean VS
Rocks that I copped procedes from
the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of
adrenaline
Played it perf and get nauseous,
watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of
the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my
estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm
back in shape
Pour Cristal in the blender and make
a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one
playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got
shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't
stop me
Racist, pointin at me lookin' nigga
ratchi
Hello!