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50 Cent - Still Here Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Instead of being cremated look what y'all created
Tell me, have you seen it lately?
Never thought I'd see the day when everybody hating
Make a nigga lay you down like you're planking
Boy, don't move, I won't even see you blinking
I got a dark mind, but it just keeps light blinking
They say 2Pac back when I'm on the scene
He got hits, [?] in the trap
[?] on my lap, motherfuck giving daps
I ain't fucking with you niggas, word to my nuttsack
Better run, get your gat, rest in peace [?]
Niggas still ride strap, came with the shoulder strap
When your face gеt slapped, you can Facebook that
I nevеr fronted on my niggas, or turned my back
I want these niggas to nap, man, it is what it is
Because I could get you capped like I work at [?]
I'm tryna stay away from you clown niggas
When I'm coming up, you just wanna be down niggas
Tryna keep the team strong like brown liquor
You ain't in my circle, why you around, nigga?

[Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent]
What happened to the team? It was so supreme
Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream
I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream
Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream
I keep dreaming away
Seems that I just can't get away from here
In my sleep or awake
Wake up and I'm still here
[Verse 2: Kidd Kidd]
Tryna get my family out the hood quick
'Cause I ain't want them caught up in my bullshit
My mama at the same house a nigga slug me at
So I gotta get her outta there, in case they double back
This is all fact, this ain't all rap
Hope my lil' brother strapped before it be a rap
And plus they wanna rock my nigga
I know my dawg hot but I'm still riding with him
I ain't jumping out the car like [?] nigga
Screaming, "Fuck me", what you gay, nigga?
You can take it how you wanna take it, nigga
We can take it to any destination, nigga
This ain't how it gotta be, this how you made it, nigga
And I ain't made it nigga, I'm just not a lazy nigga
Just because I got a big bankroll
Niggas turned on me, like [?]

[Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent]
What happened to the team? It was so supreme
Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream
I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream
Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream
I keep dreaming away
Seems that I just can't get away from here
In my sleep or awake
Wake up and I'm still here
[Verse 3: Tyson]
Left hand on the bible, right on the rifle
Lord knows my intentions are homicidal
365 a year, it's the same cycle
Money, drugs and murder in the same title
Real shit from a real nigga to another
Slow money ain't no money to a hustler
Get money quick, fast money, Blood money
Brown paper bag, rubber band, drug money
Dropped outta school, moms locked me out her house
Finding scales in the closet, choppers hanging out the couch
I got clout, with real niggas on the payroll
So if I catch a fed case, case closed, uh
I see these pussy niggas straight hoes
So we clap them up, and wrap them up like eggrolls
Heard you got that work, what you talking to them feds though?
Jack his ass and wack him, and leave tag-toed

[Chorus: Kidd Kidd & 50 Cent]
What happened to the team? It was so supreme
Since Wu-Tang, we been getting this cream
I been [?] boy livin' a millionaire's dream
Sorry it ain't turned out like Luther King's dream
I keep dreaming away
Seems that I just can't get away from here
In my sleep or awake
Wake up and I'm still here