[Chorus: Leon Thomas]
No one told us what we're here for
Lord, don't you let us get guided wrong, no
Poverty is all we know
So hustlin' is all we know
Forgive us for our sins, Lord
No one told us what we're here for
[Verse: 50 Cent]
I'm a magician, I put that pain in the pot
Ice cubes, watch it lock
Now look at what we got
I turn a brick to a drop
A fiend strip to a spot
A G-Pack to a knot
Your sister into a thot
From storefronts to a block
A lil' bread to a lot
Slap box to the Glock
Turned a stab wound to a shot
I know magic, black magic, blue magic
Get the duji, bitch, get the Uzi
Niggas still couldn't move me
I'm back with my dope boy grammar
Your daddy made your mama eat every box in Atlanta
Freak shit, peep shit, keep shit
On the low, but evеrybody know
[Chorus: Leon Thomas]
No one told us what we're hеre for
Lord, don't you let us get guided wrong, no
Poverty is all we know
So hustlin' is all we know
Forgive us for our sins, Lord
No one told us what we're here for
[Outro: Leon Thomas]
Ah, oh-oh, ooh
Ooh, oh-oh, ah
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