You Need Me

Yeah it's 50 look you need me man
You need me i mean you hate me
But you need me
Cuz I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure, it's pure as snow

I'm a south side nigga I'm warning you
You could get smoked when
I come through, okay, okay
If sellin cocaine is what you tryna do
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend
And now Ima grind, Ima stack, and
Ima do it again, okay, okay

Lemme show you how lemme show you how
I can show you how lemme show you how!

This is that Porche GT shit
That Baltimore G shit
That body bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit
Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper
Y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch
Who want the dice, pray the outcomes nice
Like 7 or 11 Ima winner pick up the chips
Better yet bitch pick up the bricks
Tell the valet to bring us the whip
Look at the Vegas lights
I told ya I'll light up ya life
Pull up to the floor in a Ricky Hatton fight
Ima champion baby a little bit crazy
But crazy's unpredictable and
That's entertaining
So you hear the boss up, concrete blue
Gossip
Media take out, let 'em talk while I cake out
I can't be more then me
But you can make me out to be
What you want me to be 50!

It's just a pinch man it's a sample
You're not supposed to get high
Off the sample
You're just supposed to feel a buzz
I'm not tryna get you where you need to go
With this i'm just havin' fun, you know?
Probably waiting for a next verse
Well there's not a next verse comin!
I'm just playing man
Well you could take a bag of this right here
We'll call this right here the body bag
Lemme put a stamp on this dope right here
Yeah that blue magic shit Jay gave you
But I know you need to get high again

Nigga if life is a gamble roll the dice
If the Feds kick the door
Then it's natural life, okay, okay
I got the dope in the vice
8 pots on the stove
Move 8 bricks on about 8 hoes, okay, okay

I ain't a Frank Lucas lover, Ima block hugger
I respect real G's like Don Fischer
I ain't ya middle man
I'm ya boss man, Pablo Escobar
King of New York man king of the coke man
King of the dope man
Work got got, It's fresh off the boat man
Ask fish bone if I had fish scale
Jump in the '6 let that bitch fish scale
For real!

It feels like silk! This is that Sin City
Golden Navy players Club
Sue's Rendezvous i mean this is like head!
Good Sex! Now watch this climax!
I'll take it to the next level come on

There's a lot of product out there
But I'm the pure thing
4 rings, Ross-niggas, the guns
And court swings hip-Hop-Heroine
I'm better then whoever
When I inject the medicine it
Turns into a fetish fettuccini when I dine
Rap, White Line wanna recline
My jewels blind i got a 89' grind
My Mercedes ride by 'em my ladies top dime
I line 'em up, I ain't here to make friends
I'm bout a buck i man the game like a corner
Everybody cut-throatin' hopin' they can
Catch a come up run up on a nigga jokin'
You strong enough for smokin? That 2K raw
No bag, come back, You get what you paid for
Whore!