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landscape
But landscapes change

My mind is playing tricks on me
Language of fire to carve the stone
My mind is playing tricks on me
Images of fire to strike
Going to the store, fifty cents
Playing with my sister while you went to the store
Twenty-five cents
Taking out the trash one dollar
Getting a good
going to the store 50 cents
For playing with my little brother while you went shopping 25 cents
For taking out the trash 1 dollar
For getting a good
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
making up my own bed this week one dollar 
For going to the store fifty cents 
And playing with little brother while you went shopping twenty five cents
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A

And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
crazy thinking why You want me by Your side.

I know that I'm not dreaming, is my mind playing tricks on me?
No, Your love won't let me believe in
And for going to the store - fifty cents
An' playing with little brother, while you went shopping 
Twenty-five cents
Taking out the trash - one dollar
And for going to the store - fifty cents
An' playing with little brother, while you went shopping 
Twenty-five cents
Taking out the trash - one dollar
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
Did he open up his eyes?
Did he try to touch my hand
Or is my mind playing tricks on me...

Do you think he hears us cry?
Does he understand
We
Did he open up his eyes?
Did he try to touch my hand
Or is my mind playing tricks on me...

Do you think he hears us cry?
Does he understand
We
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
the true meaning of freedom
Not freedom like America, freedom like a shopping cart
Kick back, no tense, you got a bag of grub it cost you about 50 cents
me sleeping for days
Now that's a million dollar fix to a fifty-cent haze

[Chorus: x2]
Chorus:
Is it fiction, is it fact?
Is it fake or reality?
All I know for sure
Is my mind's still playing tricks on me

Verse 1:
Here I go again,
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
Faint sounds coming from my window,
Is someone there?
Mind playing tricks again
Must be the midnight air

A foreigner in a far away land
them talking, that's your mind playing tricks on you
You're conscious cause you know you got nines with two clips on you
But fuck that, motherfuck that
like old sneakers from telephone wires

[50 Cent:]
Flip mode!

[Chorus: Missy]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it
I slowly surround you
As terror sets in
Are you afraid of the night

I see the fright in your eyes
As you turn and run
But is your mind playing