Artist: 50 Cent Album: The Big 10 Song: You Took My Heart Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com "So tonight, I wanna talk to you about the relationship between money and peace. A lot of other people say it's not about money. It's about peace, and it's about joy, and it's about love. It's about money, it's about money, it's about money." [50 Cent along with sample] You took my heart... right outta me And tore it... in a million pieces [Chorus: 50 Cent] You took my heart, from me I'll never be, the same Now killin won't be hard, for me Cause I can't, feel, a thang [50 - over Chorus] Man I don't give a fuck, I don't wanna hear nothin Y'all niggaz, man What? What the fuck is you lookin at? Oh you tough? Oh, oh he a tough nigga Go get my straps man, get the straps [50 Cent] Sunday morning, preacher in the pulpit Kiss my nana, I can't listen to this bullshit It's all good 'til he askin for an offerin All we got is pain, so that's all I could offer him My momma cold, she brought me in this cold world And left me - what I got to protect me? Oh I got a nine, yeah I got a nine And all this ambition, bitch I'm on the grind Sky's the limit; two for five's the gimmick You line some'n up, I'll tie some'n up Then run up out that crib with that money nigga what School of hard knocks, I'm ahead of my class With no hesitation put a hole in yo' ass You know it's never my fault when I fuck up I knock ya ass out, then wake you the fuck up Brass knuckles and my knife, now tell me what's up Would ya now [Chorus] [50 - over Chorus] Son you know I don't like these sucka ass niggaz anyway I'm tellin you these niggaz think you soft son You see, you see what I'm tellin you They think you sweet son Fuck it, give me the strap son! [50 Cent] I made it to a half a mansion, I thought I made it Hood bitches on a nigga yeah, all on a nigga yeah The D's hit the door with the batter ram, rushin in I'm standin by the toilet that's broke, tryin to flush the shit Bizzy was my nigga, started fuckin with that cracker shit Beat me out my money, nigga ran off with my Mac kid Damn, I was down, he kicked me when I'm down When I think about the shit it fucked my head up right now You know the same niggaz that got me shot killed your brother And you ain't never did shit about that muh'fucker Them niggaz that's beefin wit'chu, I shot that park up Now I'm thinkin 'bout the occasions my gun blazin You got me feelin like a sucker B [Chorus] [Outro: 50 Cent] Son I don't give a fuck, son we can go back right now! Niggaz gon' try to front on me and be right there? Nah, nah, I'm puttin them niggaz on house arrest I'ma go then I'ma go back, fuck that I'ma stay on them niggaz 'til they can feel me breathin on 'em You-you look at these fake ass niggaz They think cause they say some fake shit in music That the shit I be sayin ain't real All you gotta do is ask niggaz, they'll tell you about me They don't say 50 though, they say Boo-Boo Uh-huh, find out, find out if I'll let it go Man turn this shit off!