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Street Life

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

Street life is the only life I know 
Street life where we got no place to go 
Street life where the struggle won't let you be 
Street life where

always gonna make rent
Gold chain on clearance like I'm 50 Cent
Good at school I'm the dropout 
From the high class of the low class look at me now
Uber

the love they makin me rich

My ex want me back too bad that i rap 
Im only focused on a track cause need some racks
Bitch i think im 50 cent so i need me

Bit
Get it in
Like 50 Cent
A little ignorant
Kick yo shit in
Little pigs
Ya better lemme in
Dis dat
Shin dig s***
We been dis lit
Went from
Rags

I'm drivin 
Back to my spot
Mapped it on Waze
Report those cops
Two can play game
Like Vivica Fox
Damn 50 Cent you've got to be hot
Like this flow it's

The sand lot
Built just like
The last dance 

50 cent and Eminem
Robin click clacking
Riding shotgun 
With the gat man
Blankets on the lawn
Turn the knob up

your whole click to make it to the top
In the hood 90% know her booty
When she drunk she don't mind showing her goodies
Her attitude 50Cent, She down for

was dead broke
Window shopping like fifty cent
It was stack or starve nothing was getting spent
Brothers call me more often
They see I'm on a different

I got ninety nine problems got me feeling like Jay Z or Fifty Cent
I remember spending that on cake
She want to go on a date
I want to fuck on your

there to take what they can get
And they'll sell ya to another for fucking fifty cents

Like, hey, think of it this way, see
Do you want someone just

50
But I can't mention Many a Man that's fucking
With me

Suitin up to go, don't got a passport but I'm flying to the dough
Go get 'em a back board,

A fucking drug dealer
Streets ain't got no love
He had to get his own
Nigga
Trapping ain't dead
These niggas just scared
Smoke that dope
Back to back
It got

the street, 
Thats where I came,
Thats where I be,
Fuck n**a, can't stunned on me

I Flip me a quarter, 
See than, I'll fuck on your daughterr,
(Ummm)

My drip

mattered was some rackiez
Fell in love with the streets we should get married that's my fiancee
Took a couple risks just to put a rollie on your arm
You say

they ain't telling
Live by the code of the streets
Never move without my heat
Stay on my shit cause if I slip
I'm falling somewhere six feet deep
Got

Dog Beats

Insane Clown Posse

Forgotten Freshness, Vol.1 & 2

1998

Yipy-yo Yipy-Yeah (4x)

Street lights glearin off the windshield
Mear coke crackers on the general wheel
6 Pack in the back and a dousand
Keep the sounds up

that it was when it wadn't
Shit's hectic, the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto
Fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you wit'

Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so the whole

done uh
Shouts to 50 cent I feel bullet proof
Tupac in my pen I might got the juice
Niggas talking bullshit save that for the zoos
Niggas really praying

of the town'll make you wonder
How life was back then with all the old buildings, price of drinks in the hot summer
Like, fifty cents for a glass of lemonade? 
I'd

like Jigga man this is my empire state of mind
Solid like stone my rhymes are like cement
Get Rich or Die Tryin' word to 50 Cent
Started from the bottom

That's why I was in the hallways tryna sell my weed
A'int gon lie bro 50 cent made me scared to keep my eyes closed
When the shots come flying from

calls, my phone ring and I decline it
In the grey area, like it's 50 shades
Never gave a F, like set 8 grades
In these streets you get faced with blades

many people this was never a trend
Paved the way for many men when I ain't have 50 cent
When I pitched underhand them loud packs for the ten
I was