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(drop, drop)

And look ever since I was a little king
And they said around 10 is when I first picked up the pen
My uncle showed me Jay-Z
Tupac, 50 Cent

start the Lac when I get in, 50 Cent hated by many men, 
Her pussy cum when I sticc it in, push start the lac when I leave again

wasn't tryna die poor
To get rich or die tryin' like I'm 50 Cent
Literally, literally, I'm hated by many men
Says she sees the good in me, but I don't

cigarettes
Competitive verses, I polish my verbiage
I keep it 100 when doin my service
Don't make no cents for you to only be 50.
Im calling you Curtis

I'm 50 cent rapping many men uh
Fuck it now I'm taking off my vest
Different type of breed don't compare me to the rest
I'm a beast, carnivore eating

multi-million dollar plaques
Rather put this shit on wax, all that gossip shit is wack
When all they had was 50 Cent, who put the city on the map?
Stop lyin',

Yeah' like Mr Windle
Shit, they tell me that I'm
Spitting like an old fool
These little kids think 50-Cent is old-school
They try to question my

can get up on his own now
Fifty cent can't afford Curtis bologna my mind fucked now
God please come save me !!
Tired of being where there's no bound

Crooked Officer

Z-Ro

Life of Joseph W. McVey [Screwed and Chopped]

2004

Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my

Crooked Officer

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my

50-50 on this road of mine (Nope)
But I won't give you my all until you give me your whole nine (Bang)
Way down low, barely living off of whys
Chasing

head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed

I'm
Still a different Chad might have my LLC by thirty-three
'Cause I tried coke when I was thirty-two I'm still thirty-one
But only until D E C
Drop

Man I kept it real from day one never been the type to switch up
Kept it a buck fifty from the jump nah nah better not get it mixed up
Been the type

dzisiaj robię
Ona twerk pali haze pali jazz w GTR
Lakier red laczki black
Beat to crack Budda flex
Ona wet my na Shell
50 Cent w GTR
Oksy black tak jak Jack

and 50 seconds
Sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen
You inspired by the niggas you name dropped
Catch fire in the rain, no

Moving units by the boatload
God Body be the logo
Throw the hood in the photos
Paying homage to the old flow
Houston had the whole world slow mo
Fast

right upon arrival, G shit revival
Marathon goes on, mile by mile
R.I.P. to Nipsey
Shoutout to 50
Reppin that same last name as Biggie - WALLACE
Still

troops my nigga
And some real street soldiers
I gotta get it by any means
You never know when this life is over
So put your bid in and and get your hustle

a demon
Shots start to pop, until his body drop
Shootout shootout suicide by a cop