50 Cent – The Invitation

Talented American legendary rapper and acclaimed movie actor, 50 Cent comes out with another amazing song titled “The Invitation”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 01 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.

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LYRICS

I had five hundred grams and fifty in 58 bags

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 yo’ ass

Got popped up, cried ’til my eyes turned red

Then 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

When you see me in the hood motherfucker don’t talk to me

‘Less you wan’ talk about using the hawk for me

When Al blew Black away I had him 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 fronting again, I meant to say laid back

Go ‘head move reckless, get banged for your necklace

I serve him with the semi, feed him 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 just squeeze and squeeze ’til the whole clip done

You just bleed and bleed ’til the police come

Huh? You want some?

I got a eighth of dope left, half a pound of purple

Shooters in my circle, try me I’ll let ’em murk you

Got more guns than a gun store, beef ain’t what you want, boy

You wanna be nice to me, you wanna 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

Getting money is necessary; see me I’m a visionary

And I’m saying that house should be a crack house

Now see it how I see it or I’ll bring the straps out

The tech and the mac out, the Sig and the Taurus

The Koch and that Heckler, then nigga we warrin’

I let my pistols speak for me and all of ’em foreign

Click-clack, comprende? I’m criminal-minded

Toss my Nina in the sewer, bet nobody find it

‘Til 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 just squeeze and squeeze ’til the whole clip done

You just bleed and bleed ’til 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?