the invitation
50 Cent; Fifty Cent Lyrics
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Four-hundred Benz, eight-thousand in cash.
Then the ball dropped, gun popped, banks got blast
I make it so hot, one shot'll melt your ass
Got popped up, cried till my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain't dead
I'm far from eccentric, I'm so psychotic
I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I got it
'Less you wan' talk about usin' a hawk for me.
When Al blew Black away I had 'em on some stupid shit
Then my rap shit worked, now I'm super stupid rich
All I do is stunt now, I'm so Maybach
There I go frontin' again I meant to say laid back
Go 'head move wreckless get banged for necklace
I serve 'em with the semi feed 'em a clip for breakfast.
You want some, come get some
Nigga it's murder one, when I toss my gun
You might see me let it off, you might see me run
But you won't see shit, time the police come huh
You want some, come get some
Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun
I jus' squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come, huh you want some
I got a 8th of dope left half a pound of purple
Shooters in my circle, try me I let 'em murk you
Got more guns than a gun store, beefin' what you want boy
You wan' be nice to me you wan' shoot dice with me?
You want a ace on purpose why you so nervous?
Nigga we from the same hood we come from the same shit
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch
Gettin' money is necessary so me I'm a visionary
And I'm sayin' that house should be a crackhouse
Now see it how I see it, or I bring the straps out
The Tec and the mack out the Sig and the Taurus
The coke and that heckler then nigga we warin'
I let my pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign.
Click-clack comprende I'm criminal minded
Toss money in the sewer bet nobody find it
Till it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun what?
You want some, come get some
Nigga it's murder one, when I toss my gun
You might see me let it off, you might see me run
But you won't see shit, time the police come huh
You want some, come get some
Nigga it's murder one when you see my gun
I jus' squeeze and squeeze 'til the whole clip done
You jus' bleed and bleed till the police come, huh you want some
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it
Come get it!
Huh, you want some?
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it!
Fuck that nigga!
Huh, you want some?
The lyrics to 50 Cent's song "The Invitation" convey the rapper's sense of power and control over his surroundings. He recounts his criminal exploits, including carrying drugs and large amounts of cash, getting into shootouts, and being targeted in attacks. Despite these challenges, he feels invincible and "super stupid rich" thanks to his success in the rap industry. He warns others not to cross him and boasts about his firepower and willingness to use it. Through these lyrics, 50 Cent projects an image of strength and danger, showing that he is not to be messed with.
Line by Line Meaning
I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags
I had 500 grams of drugs divided into 58 bags
Four-hundred Benz, eight-thousand in cash
I owned a Benz worth $400 and had $8,000 in cash
Then the ball dropped, gun popped, banks got blast
During a robbery, a gunshot went off and the banks were robbed
I make it so hot, one shot'll melt your ass
I'm dangerous and can easily kill you with one shot of my gun
Got popped up, cried till my eyes turned red
I got shot and cried until my eyes turned red
Told myself in the mirror nigga you ain't dead
I gave myself a pep talk and reminded myself that I'm still alive
I'm far from eccentric, I'm so psychotic
I'm not just eccentric, I'm crazy
I don't need you to shoot for me, nigga I got it
I don't need anyone to help me, I can handle things on my own
When you see me in the hood muh'fucker don't talk to me
When you see me in my neighborhood, don't talk to me unless it's necessary
'Less you wan' talk about usin' a hawk for me
Unless you want to discuss using a gun on someone for me
When Al blew Black away I had 'em on some stupid shit
When Al killed Black, I started acting irrationally
Then my rap shit worked, now I'm super stupid rich
My rap career took off and now I'm incredibly wealthy
All I do is stunt now, I'm so Maybach
All I do is show off now, I'm so rich that I own a Maybach car
There I go frontin' again I meant to say laid back
I'm showing off again, I meant to say I'm relaxed and not showing off
Go 'head move wreckless get banged for necklace
Go ahead, act recklessly and get robbed for your necklace
I serve 'em with the semi feed 'em a clip for breakfast
I shoot them with my semi-automatic gun and give them a full clip for breakfast
You want some, come get some
If you want to mess with me, then come and try it
Nigga it's murder one, when I toss my gun
It's a first-degree murder charge when I use my gun
You might see me let it off, you might see me run
You might see me shoot or you might see me flee
But you won't see shit, time the police come huh
You won't see anything because I'll be gone before the police arrive
I got a 8th of dope left half a pound of purple
I have an eighth of drugs and half a pound of weed left
Shooters in my circle, try me I let 'em murk you
I have dangerous people in my circle, and if you try me, they'll kill you
Got more guns than a gun store, beefin' what you want boy
I have more guns than a gun store, so if you want to have a problem with me, go ahead
You wan' be nice to me you wan' shoot dice with me?
Do you want to be friendly with me or gamble with me?
You want a ace on purpose why you so nervous?
Why are you so nervous about trying to cheat at gambling?
Nigga we from the same hood we come from the same shit
We're both from the same neighborhood and had similar upbringings
You got gonorrhea too, we fucked with the same bitch
We both contracted the same STD from sleeping with the same woman
Gettin' money is necessary so me I'm a visionary
Making money is essential, and I have a vision for how to do it
And I'm sayin' that house should be a crackhouse
I'm suggesting that we turn that house into a place to sell drugs
Now see it how I see it, or I bring the straps out
Agree with me or I'll bring out my guns
The Tec and the mack out the Sig and the Taurus
I have different types of guns, including the Tec-9, the Mac-10, the Sig, and the Taurus
The coke and that heckler then nigga we warin'
I have cocaine and the Heckler & Koch gun, and if someone tries to mess with me, it will lead to conflict
I let my pistol speak for me and all of 'em foreign
I let my gun do the talking for me, and all of my guns are foreign-made
Click-clack comprende I'm criminal minded
Listen carefully to the sound of my gun being cocked, and you'll realize that I have a criminal mindset
Toss money in the sewer bet nobody find it
I throw money away because I have so much, and no one will find it in the sewer
Till it's rusty and fucked up, forensics have fun what?
Until the money is so old and damaged that forensics can't use it as evidence anymore
Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it
Come and try to mess with me, I'm ready and armed
Fuck that nigga!
I don't care about that person
Huh, you want some?
Do you want to try me?
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, Manoro Perez Williams, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe
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