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50 Cent

Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, investor, and actor. He rose to fame with the release of his albums Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003) and The Massacre (2005). His album Get Rich or Die Tryin' has been certified e… more »

I'm on parole, I used to be on probation 
I'm with my gun I get full corporation 
I tell you "take it off" no hesitation 
Nigga you play around, I lay you down 
That's how it's goin' down 
Don't play wit' me, I don't have patients 
My headachin', and I need my medication 
Niggas be hatin', they don't know what they facin' 
Nigga you play around, I lay you down 
That's how it's goin' down 
I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a mason 
Nigga witness against me, I'm a erase 'em 
If they try an runaway, I'm a chase 'em 
Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down 
That's how it's goin' down 

Better watch how you talk 
Better watch where you walk 
On the streets of New York 
That's how we get down 
22's on the jeep 
Somethin' deep in the seat 
When we creep wit the heat 
That's how we get down 

Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk 
Stick up kids don't live long in New York 
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street 
Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three 
In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin' 
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain 
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right 
Teachin' the hood rats what Cristal taste like 
I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck 
We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect? 
My S on 22's leave ya hos confused 
On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you" 
My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me 
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me 
Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk 
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York 
That's how we get down 


In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit 
O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit 
I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me 
I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. 
Man it could be the money, it could be the ice 
It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life 
You should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'" 
"Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'" 
I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked 
It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts 
Now we can hit the club and get it crunked 
Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with 
The pump, you can have it how you want 
But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh) 
Ya like how I break it down, want to get rich? 
I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces 
That's how we get down 



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