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the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap

on the front line,ima turn up when it's war time,war ready I'm kut throat kanival like soulja slim,I thank this that n*gga right her,pull over n*gga that him,fye

ready for the action (action)
I came with a drive by got a blicky
That body wasn’t mine (Say Wha?)
Bow! All my nggas we gone catch him out
Shot a 30 clip

The Hit

50 Cent

Power of the Dollar [Unreleased]

You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? Cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in

'm replaceable, unbreakable, I'm the n*gga who made it go
Put my life on the line for this, bet a n*gga won't try to take it though
I took it there and took it

serving that medical 
And 50 rounds hanging out the TEC 9 put a n*gga in a episode
But I ain't no killer I'm a hustler, still had to go and let em know
Cuz

bitch

Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they

money clock ticking these n*ggas wasting my time tho
Im so raw I shouldn't even waste a line on em
Breaking down goods that be stickier than pine cone
Not

the fuck birthed these hoes? In ya head rent free, I be working these hoes. PinkNews on my line, now I'm booking the shows and ya n*gga in my dm, he be

BBC shoes just made in to processing
Stripped me down 50 n*ggas in this room naked
Squat, cough lift your nuts then it's back to dressing
I’m in her

Teflon
Like a don should
I'm rollin' sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strapped the fuck up, know what I mean?

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo

sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strap got it tucked know what I mean?

This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch,

How to Rob

50 Cent

In Too Deep [Original Soundtrack]

1999

'm saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we

couldn't breathe at all.

Dressed in all black I'm wrapped in devils cloth. Foreign cars whipping my n*gga we drifting off. Queens where they raised me by

Play the Game

Game

You Know What It Is

2006

only 50 Cent
Come back when you got a couple dollars holla.

[Verse 1]
You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game
Nigga hating on me cause

Ya'll took shots like Ya'll n*ggas had a gun
Took advantage of the fact that a n*gga was young
Time went by the n*gga had to grow up 
He done seen

Watch me flex

50s . .oh boy in the net

60s . .on my soul on my set

See im flexin

See im flexin for a check n*gga dollars

Watch me flex

50s . .oh boy

Yeah
N*ggas hating, I already know it
B*tches chasing, I already know it
I'm already flowing, I'm already flowing

I just took the vert over by Birdie

no IQ. F*ck who you dial n*gga they can die too, these streets about survival. There's two types of n*ggas in life, 50 cents and Ja rules. Which one

Whoo Kid Freestyle

50 Cent

Guess Who's Back?

2002

(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It's not safe around here as soon

want a piece of me?!"
I just got a deal just recently

[50 cent]
50 and Gucci n-gga this shit equals bread
homie f-ck with the paper, I'm trying to take

Bonafide Hustler

50 Cent

Straight Outta Ca$hville [Clean]

2004

10, My Nigga

[50 Cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With

Let me see you put your hands up
Raise em up n*gga we bout to Drill
Tell Dem P*ssy Boy pass me the Bill
If its Fifty Fifty we got a deal
These Major

'm shopping in saks
Spend some racks on some clothes
We smoking the thrax
My n*gga we roll
No, no,no I can't sell my soul
Might catch a fuck n*gga by his toe
We