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please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please 
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents

The Legend of John Henry's Hammer

Johnny Cash

Ridin' the Rails: The Great American Train Story

1975

The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"

the way
Round here we don't play
Round 100 crazy
Stay in your lane

From the west side
To the hunnits
Bitch we got it wrapped
Like a mummy
Put ya hands up

(Ya know)
(Ha)
(Ok look)
(Ha)
(Ha)
(Ya know)
(Ok look)

On some other shit
Riding round with hella sticks
Put a nigga in the dirt, turn him

me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings

grounds
Wit the Shits
Just know I'm down
Reasons my niggas keep me round
Fifty cents you want a brown
I'm cool on any side of town
Screaming free my niggas

another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch

Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he

and let his bitch drive it
I'm talkin' violation
My lil' niggas out here robbin' niggas for
The love of ballin' like Sanaa Lathan
And they some cold hearted

not feeling alone

When I got here there's only friends, now I got family
I'm just giving you my two cents
It's my first time livin' by myself
But

not alone
Even though I'm not home, I'm not feeling alone
When I got here there's only friends, now I got family
I'm just giving you my two cents
It's

Bling Bling

UB40

Who You Fighting For?

2005

and pearls
they don't mean anything
all that i want
is already here
sitting by my side
you've got nothing to fear

             CHORUS

Fifty man dead

I lived in a town way down south
By the name of Buffalo
Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash
As we're often called you know

You factory

(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man

I put a 50 on ya head bitch it's a Homicide
Swear you fuck niggas be flagging Out here Telling lies
Put that iron on that lil nigga now he Terrified

over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black

Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck I look like gettin caught slippin by a thot ho
I want all the beef I keep them shells like a taco
I be gettin to the cheese

try you
N**** squeeze the AK
Keep a G by you
Don't lead them astray
I run to that money I gotta go get it
I run up them digits I go get them fifty's
I

babababa 
Thirty round right in my drum 
Fifty rounds right in my drum 
Hundred rounds right in my drum 
Me & kool swerving cooking the raw 
Rocking designer

am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out

lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all

the found you twitching/
Start to tripping, once they found out that ya fucking heart was missing;
Nickels into dimes, five times, like im 50 cent/
Hell bent,

it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel

Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel

Well John

The Legend of John Henry's Hammer

Johnny Cash

Country Superstars Biggest Hits: Johnny Cash/Willie Nelson/George Jones

2000

The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"

spill
I'm Nelly wit' them hollows
'round here I let a 'Tip Drill'
Headshot, your funeral won't exist still
He got dropped wit' no service
Dickhead, now