Strong Enough accords par
50 Cent
50 Cent

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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I do more than talk that,
I mu'fuckin walk that
Blue Yankee cap back,
fuck around get clapped at
I sleep with the stainless,
I walk with the stainless
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Man, everybody know about
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50, I'm famous
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New York, New York, I run New York
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Ask Dread at the weed spot,
I come through in the mean drop
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In different boroughs I
have different moments
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On different days niggas
know how I'm on it
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I'm pretty like a Harlem nigga
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I'm a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga
I'm a hustler don't get no bigger
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Queens, Southside 'til they bury me
BX, two TEC's, flames out the nozzles
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R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles
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Spare with me, start some shit,
send the shooters out
Come out the club,
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we out front with the Ruger's out
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Nah, ain't no sense to talking peace,
my brother
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That beef will probably send
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your monkey ass to see Allah
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These niggas ain't
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strong
enough
Their money ain't long enough
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When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
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We getting paper, in God we trust
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These sucka ass niggas
These niggas ain't strong
enough
Their money ain't long enough
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When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
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We getting paper, in God we trust
Suck on this, nigga
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When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as
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a kid I wasn't kidding then
Special ED kid in the back on Ritalin
Crib all fucked up,
hooptie all fucked up
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Pockets all fucked up, now nigga,
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what's up?
I'm rich now,
niggas know about my dividends
Look at the Robb Report,
check out what I'm living in
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Fuck a spot now,
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I'm 'bout to buy a yacht now
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Crib the size of the New
York City block now
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Okay okay, try me and get shot down
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I'm like a zebra, I got so many stripes
I'm the fucking general,
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I run my clique right
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It was five of us,
all of us millionaires
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Now one's a fucking junkie,
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and one's a fucking queer
Now it's three of us,
that's the way we started
They call me crazy,
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cold- blooded and black- hearted
I don't play no games,
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niggas beg for mercy
Then we "T.O.S.", put that ass to rest
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These niggas ain't
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strong
enough
Their money ain't long enough
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When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
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We getting paper, in God we trust
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These sucka ass niggas
These niggas ain't strong
enough
Their money ain't long enough
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When they bump heads with me
They find out the guns do bust
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We getting paper, in God we trust
Outro 1
Suck on this, nigga
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