[Hook: Skylar Grey]

When they say my time is up

And I am just collecting dust

Don't turn on me, don't turn on me

And when they claim that I'm washed up

Or when my guns begin to rust

I'm warning you, don't turn on me

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

December 9, '97 I told Jay I'm gonna' blow

Failure's not an option, my son's turning one years old

I wrote a verse about the night I just spent in Central bookings

Cause my grandpa coffee pot had cocaine cookin'

Fast forward my grind, 9-8-'99 more eigths more O's

Broken in nickels and dimes

I told niggas I'd make it, they was doubting me then

Picture me zonin' on the park bench pushin' my pit

Who needs enemies, my friends keep shootin' my friends

They takin' hits now, they'll blow your brains out for a biz

Call me a dreamer, cause I could see myself on top

Word to Sabrina, I'm gettin' my ass off this block



No, no, no, don't, don't, don't

No, no, no, don't, don't, don't

No, no, no, don't, don't, don't

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Ain't it funny how the niggas I came up wasn't bumpin' me

Product of the slum, I guess its misery loves company

Told mama when I be something to believe in

They was more concerned who was rollin' up the weed did

Jay & Jay didn't work, neither did Columbia

Got shot, got dropped, one hell of a summer huh?

One year recovery feel like a bag of broken bones

Bill collectors come around thats when you know you're on your own

Strap the vest, cock the chrome, they countin' me out, I'mma show em

I fought my way out of mother fuckin' corners before

I'm better under pressure I'm built for it

Been the under dog all my life, I'm still here boy



[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Em and Dre gave me a shot and I ran with it

Homie in the cell saying "damn, my man did it"

Get Rich Or Die Trying made it to the top

I'm fightin' off my competition trying not to drop

It seems like no one seen him fuckin' with the kid

All they see was me tryna take off their fuckin' head

They don't see the slap, all they hear is the shot

As soon as somebody hit, I'm sure they'll run to the cops

How am I the bully of the East if I don't start no beef?

I meet aggression with aggression, I learned that on the streets

I see em frontin' on they blogs, sayin' I'm done

Like I ain't got that flow they know be number one


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