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"Strong Enough" is a track by 50 Cent, from the album Before I Self-Destruct, released 9th November 2009. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about 50 Cent.
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[Produced by Nascent & QB Da Problem] [Intro] You ain't strong enough, nigga, you sweet You probably go against me, and weep I oughta kiss you, you'd probably like that But you don't stand a chance, nigga Fucking faggot [Verse 1] 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 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, it don't get no bigger Queens, Southside 'til they bury me BX, two TEC's, 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 [Hook] 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 sucka 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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 sucka 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
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