We Up Songtext
von G‐Unit

Yeah, uh-huh

They don′t do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new (new)
Spikes on the Louboutins (′boutins, 'boutins)

I'm ′round the bullshit like a matador
I′m used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self

Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the cheese or the cheeks?
You want the cheeks, but she want the cheese, a bitch gotta eat

I′m havin' the epiphany, you niggas ain′t shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from
I′m a Southside nigga, yeah, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners come outline


You ain′t made of what I′m made of
You a bum nigga with a bum bitch, her shoes come from Bakers
You counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?

We on now, we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top
Shine′s on, stuntin', and I′m pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won′t pull it out a lot
But front, I'll make it pop

Y'all don′t do it how we do
Niggas ain′t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new (new)
Spikes on the Louboutins ('boutins, ′boutins)
We up, nigga

Visualize everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that had a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in the bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean

Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they brought up (whoa)
Charity work, parking tickets and no charges (oh)
Fuck nigga, you fucked over your father
When he gave you a dick, should've been a bitch in pajamas


I made my first million fucking dollars
Bought a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and binocular
I′m scared, this shit don't happen to everybody

I′m on Instagram looking at your favorite singer
Debating on, "Should I fuck or jump on her single?"
20-thou', she got a hell of an adlib
I'm in her mouth like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

We on now, we pullin′ off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top
Shine′s on, stuntin', and I′m pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won′t pull it out a lot
But front, I'll make it pop

Y′all don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new (new)
Spikes on the Louboutins (′boutins, ′boutins)
We up, nigga

Good pussy for dinner, b-bomb kush for breakfast
D colored VS stones around my neck, bitch

It feels like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin′, niggas leanin'
Bullseye, that′s what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy

I should've sent the broad to report what′s in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain
I′m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

We on now, we pullin′ off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pulling down the top
Shine's on, stuntin′, and I'm pullin′ out a knot
Strapped with the Glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I′ll make it pop
Y'all don't do it how we do

Niggas ain′t on the shit we on (we on, we on)
Everything new (new)
Spikes on the Louboutins (′boutins, 'boutins)
We up, nigga