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Heroes

Waylon Jennings

WWII

1982

plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local

some young niggas in my city,
Don't got one cent ride with the fifty
It's some young niggas in my city,
Get all the hundreds and get all the fifties
Get

el intento como 50 Cent
Nos damos un tiempo volvemos matamos
Y nunca fallamos pa' mi eso esta bien
Who is? ¿Dime quién flashea así? Got damn
(Flashea

more
Sunshine after storm on this dream town
I keep it stoned when I let myself street out
Like 50 Cent
Ima keep the change and let it free out
I'm going

when in Rome
As if we're the dumb little children with nothing to do
Fifty cent from the dollar, give the rest back to you
So we dream, dream, dream

a big, rich town, yeah, I just came from the coldest part
R-I-P to Dev, Phil Power and Ghost (Power and Ghost)
Put fifty cent on your head like Power

boogie when I'm bored
Let me fly, but lately I've been feeling sore, tryna sore
I talk about my future like it's just about to happen
Get smacked by

like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come

a send a text, shawty we on Cinemax
Feelin' like I'm in a scope (interscope)
Fuck the aftermath, we sent(cent) 50 at his cantaloupe
Made it thru the rain,

and out
Your money ain't loud enough
Homie my radio, drown it out
I sell a model a dream
Before she go to sleep
And free forks for 50 cents
Before they go

(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

change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,

I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races

with a blue eye
No I'm not talking about my baggy eye or baggy pants
Cuz I wouldn't give two cents if 50 cent
Told me that he got presents
I'm just

Black, Brown and White

Big Bill Broonzy

Feelin' Low Down

1973

paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent

They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"

who ain't put in no work and say marry me
Free him out the pen, got many years behind you a married man
Like 50, lost my Cents, I done talked to many

Kodak Blacker
Doo-doo under the bed
Fifty cent a day
Wich one should be my rapper name?
(Foenem Radio, bitch)
I also wanna give a shoutout

…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now

the shotties
Lawyer so good paid a fine for a body
Heroin and B-more, crib by the seashore
Car service to the G4 Fila Velour
Piff rolled in the dutch

that I stopped mingling,
I'm burning every rapper out, chop kindling.
Razor under my tongue that's still a buck-fifty,
weigh a buck-fifty, stacked

but I got it like this, anything I want imma get, get or die trying 50 cent, little money that I spent for her to let me come up on her tits, I promise

for the 50’s
Stock ‘em and cop a Bentley
Bring the big wigs

I question what you’re here for,
Lets just grab life by the horns
Get ripped, ride hard

Whisper in ur ear
Tingling up a little all my hits are animal
Feeling so fine Like a dime piece
My narsiccistic overloaded high peak
Times go by Not on ur

Yesh Yesh Ya'll

Redman

Muddy Waters

1996

into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,