50 Cent – Strong Enough

Award winning legendary rapper and actor, 50 Cent comes through with yet another amazing hip hop and rap song titled “Strong Enough”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 09 on his top charting album project called “Before I Self Destruct” was officially released on 9 November 2009.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

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LYRICS

You ain’t strong enough, nigga, you sweet

You probably go against me, and weep

I oughtta kiss you, you’d probably like that

But you don’t stand a chance, nigga

Fucking faggot

I do more than talk that, I motherfucking walk that

Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get clapped at

I sleep with the stainless, I walk with the stainless

Man, everybody know about 50, I’m famous

New York, New York, I run New York

Ask Dread at the weed spot, I come through in the mean drop

In different boroughs I have different moments

On different days niggas know how I’m on it

I’m pretty like a Harlem nigga

I’m a shooter like a Brooklyn nigga

I’m a hustler don’t get no bigger

Queens, Southside ’til they bury me

BX, two TECs, flames out the nozzles

R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles

Spar with me, start some shit, send the shooters out

Come out the club, we out front with the Ruger’s out

Nah, ain’t no sense to talking peace, my brother

That beef will probably send your monkey ass to see Allah

These niggas ain’t strong enough

Their money ain’t long enough

When they bump heads with me

They find out the guns do bust

We getting paper, in God we trust

These sucker-ass niggas

These niggas ain’t strong enough

Their money ain’t long enough

When they bump heads with me

They find out the guns do bust

We getting paper, in God we trust

Suck on this, nigga

When I said I’ll kill ya, I’ll kill ya, as a kid I wasn’t kidding then

Special ED kid in the back on Ritalin

Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked up

Pockets all fucked up, now nigga, what’s up?

I’m rich now, niggas know about my dividends

Look at the Robb Report, check out what I’m living in

Fuck a spot now, I’m ’bout to buy a yacht now

Crib the size of the New York City block now

Okay okay, try me and get shot down

I’m like a zebra, I got so many stripes

I’m the fucking general, I run my clique right

It was five of us, all of us millionaires

Now one’s a fucking junkie, and one’s a fucking queer

Now it’s three of us, that’s the way we started

They call me crazy, cold-blooded and black-hearted

I don’t play no games, niggas beg for mercy

Then we “T.O.S.”, put that ass to rest

These niggas ain’t strong enough

Their money ain’t long enough

When they bump heads with me

They find out the guns do bust

We getting paper, in God we trust

These sucker-ass niggas

These niggas ain’t strong enough

Their money ain’t long enough

When they bump heads with me

They find out the guns do bust

We getting paper, in God we trust

Suck on this, nigga