Chords for 50 Cent - We Up (Explicit) ft. Kendrick Lamar

[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[B] Yeah, _ _ [Em] uh-huh.
They don't do it [G] how we do.
Niggas ain't on the [D] shit we on.
We on.
Everything [B] new.
Spikes on the loot.
[Em] Batons, batons. _
[G] I'm round the bullshit like a matador.
[Bm] I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy.
[B] Corporate acquisitions,
accumulations of wealth.
[Em] Built with the gods, end up with knowledge yourself.
Entrepreneurial visions, Moulin Rouge religion.
[Bm] Now, pussy make it weak,
nigga, break [B] down.
See what you want,
cheese or chicks?
You want the [Em] cheese?
She want the cheese, bitch, gotta eat.
[G] I'm having the epitome, you niggas ain't shit to [Bm] me.
Worst than the scum in the slum I'm from.
[B] I'm a southside nigga, yeah, I'm bout mine.
[Em] You be that next nigga's harness,
come out line.
You ain't made of what I made of.
You a bum [Bm] nigga with a bump bitch.
Your shoes come from Vegas.
[B] You counterfeit fraudulent fakers.
[Em] What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?
We on, [G] now we pulling up the lot.
We're getting sweaty, [Bm] then we pulling down the top.
Shines on stunting, [B] then I'm pulling out a knot.
Strapped with the Glock, [Em] gon' pull it out a lot.
Front, I'm on the top.
They don't know how [G] we do.
Niggas ain't know the [Bm] shit we on.
We on.
Everything [B] new.
Spikes on the loo.
[Em] Baton, baton.
We up, [G] nigga.
Visualized everything I needed and [Bm] dreamed.
Penalized every hoe nigga that have a scheme.
[B] Guns in your video get you locked in the beam.
[Em] Me, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean.
Murder one, become manslaughter.
Slence the [Bm] brother.
Charity work, pocket tickets
and no charges.
[B] Fuck nigga,
you fucked over your father [Em] when he gave you a dick.
Should've been a bitch in [G] pajamas.
I made my first million fucking dollars.
[Bm] Bought a Bible, aw yeah, God got me.
[B] Made my second million dollars, bought a choppin'
binocular.
[Em] I'm scared this shit don't happen to everybody.
[G] I'm on Instagram looking at
your favorite single.
[Bm] Debating on shit I fuck
or jump on her single.
[B] Twenty thousand,
she got a hell of a ad-lib.
I'm [Em] in her
mouth like I know it can have kids.
We on, [G] now we pulling up the lot.
We're getting sweaty, then [Bm] we pulling down the top.
Shines on stunting, [B] then I'm pulling out a knot.
Strapped with these blocks, [Em] don't pull it out a lot.
The front, I'm making power.
They don't know how [G] we do.
Niggas ain't know this shit, [Bm] we on.
We on.
Everything [B] new.
Spikes on the loose.
[Em] Batons, batons.
We up [G] nigga.
Good pussy for dinner.
Bomb coach for [D] breakfast.
Breakfast.
D [B]-d-d-d-colored V.S. stones around my neck, [Em] bitch.
Neck, bitch, neck, bitch. _
Feels like a nigga dreaming.
[D] Seat back, music bumping, niggas leaning.
[B] Bullseye.
That's what we came for.
[Em] The bread now a nigga run the game, boy.
[G] That shit's in the bra, reports in the yard.
[Bm] The loot living, I came up so hard.
[B] No pain, no gain,
it's embedded in the brain.
[Em] I'm in it for the grip.
Motherfuck the brain.
We on, now [G] we pulling up the lot.
We're getting sweaty, then [Bm] we pulling down the top.
Shots on stunting, then [B] I'm pulling out a knot.
Strap with the clock, but [Em] I'm pulling out a lot.
The front, I'm in the car.
They don't know how we do.
Niggas ain't know this shit, [D] we on.
_ Everything [B] new.
Spikes on the loose.
[Em] Batons, batons.
We up nigga.
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