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We're building towers, with no foundation.
We're stacking stone on stone,
Whatever it takes
Mix our mortar with bones

True progress means,
the land
Bells in the temple, a buddah Reclines
Meanwhile to the east and again to the north
Shiva awaits in the sand
Smooth as leather - unchained by
Full of drive, but moving in reverse all along
Dreams full of pride, heart full of stone
You know I had to redefine what I grind on
Success is
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)

[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
to waste
Everything that stands in the way
Stare at the ground as I walk on by
You make me sick and I hate what I feel inside
As I lobby for acceptance, you
go
To the top where I belong, I'm from the corner slanging stones
Twenty mixtapes in a year, you know the type of shit I'm on
Fly, shit, only, that's
and kidnapping
Lil one with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking - ain't packing
That tool go to clapping
You hear that "click:pow"
Move out before
is drippin be	
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
history in the making
I am tre first bound to the day I meet my maker
My favorite color green
Man, I'm still paper chasing, stacking
I tried to tell
hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks alarm today
I'm that bin
a well
While I watch my brother stacking stone, whippin' water by the scale
Tryna' get a mill' on the other side
They ain't got a meal, we don't
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks
Whoa, oh, whoa
Shareefa, oh

From the blocking, to the dropping
I need a girl that's stacking and popping
When I come in late, she's not clocking
Not
Called by nature, mind raised in Asia
Since you was tricked, I had to raise ya
From the cradle to the grave
But remember, you're not a slave
'Cause we
Stacking up in the bank, the layers on the cake-a
Thinking like Jimmy, Tami, oh it's low down
Niggas be getting mad as I go 'round like Pac
The shit don't
hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)] 
Here we is boy, here we is boy

[Mr. G Stacka]
OK now
Now who be dropping them bombs
They keeping you crunk by making
with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking ain't packing that tool go to clapping
You hear that, move out before the

Man I don't like that nigga
of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said