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and everything breaks down into
Vibrations - and by controlling that you
Can control both matter and
Thought and we've investigated this
And we've spent a lot

to that way, make them spin again
This shit won't stop coming till somebody else get dented in
Hit em with that G2, or get fucked nigga by FN

Cause we be

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

I been a fucking soldier since the birth of the day i was made
Brought up by my grandma its her wisdom in the shit that i say
Came into this world

let that happen (How?)
I ain never been a sheep imma always make shit happen
Nigga tried to play 50 never got his backends
They say they can't find me,

Who gon' be there when this shit fall down, and when I'm finished
G-Truck bout 50, I just been swerving, I gotta keep it tinted
On the highway in

They think that it's given, respect ain't given
You gotta earn all yo respect
Nigga i done seen shit that i swear it'd make a soldier cry
But i still

(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

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

to hit my phone again
50 Cent, I got many men
Friday, slide in a minivan
Bright future, I got plenty plans
Beat up the pussy, I got Tyson hands
Broke nigga

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

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

be keeping it real, aye

Keep this shit a dollar, I don't keep it fifty cent
I was out there every night, that Marathon on 55th
Nigga all I know is

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',

Element of Surprise

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

soldier 
Who made his bones by holdin down the corner 
Never turned snitch even though he was pinched by the Feds 
He held his weight and did a bid

Rider

Tela

Suave House: The Album of the Year

1997

shit's gonna change

I grab the chrome from the shelf
Cause it ain't nothing like left
Your last step or should I say your last breath
G is past death

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

Uh-ha

Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't

a G-pass you can be murdered
Cost you more than Yung Berg's jewelery insurance, you could be hurtin'
A lot of lames be con artists and shoplifters
It ain't

of heart
(Hip-Hop) nor the young and impressionable

Fuck your wifey, run up on you, Hyphy
Holding a knifey you ain't a soldier, boy
I'm running with Ice