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you can tell me 'bout this pressure (pressure)

Uh, I'm out here chillin', probably find a space to switch up by Friday
I circle the block a couple

his mouth
Now he be talking like fifty cent when he shouts
Cops said i'm the gang, G.D.R what you mean
I ain't no gang, lone wolf true lycan with them

Black, Brown and White

Big Bill Broonzy

Martin Scorsese Presents the Blues: Red, White & Blues

2003

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"

acting like y'all jesus y'all been crossin all ya mates
I'm tryna tour out in the city I'm tryna tour out every state
Y'all tryna make a cent like 50 I'm

and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent

show you how that denial feel, trade in that cow grill

[Twista]
Finna head south, get up out the city
Smokin' on a fifty, feelin' pretty good
With

nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you

T-shirt Weather in the Manor

Kano

Made in the Manor

2016

of them go pen
Send mi likkle VO, gwan sit with them
Send them one two creps and Ralph Lauren
While they build up this picture that I'm 50 Cent
Rah,

Like Toy Soldiers

Eminem

Encore [Clean]

2004

soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme

Like Toy Soldiers

Eminem

Encore

2004

soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme

stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one

Hate It or Love It

The Singing Machine

Karaoke: Top Hits, Vol. 1 [Singing MacHine]

2005

I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?

Hate

Glee
Just got off the phone was talking music with bro bro YZ
And why you talking shanking a man it's only hand to hand by me
I feel like Mario

a nigga
I get on my 5-0, C-E-N-T with these niggas screaming war
No white flag and no peace for these niggas
Yeah, I'm on my team, tell em that, tell em

to listen up, listen up baby
		
PreChorus  :	You ain't livin' till your loving so let's be romantic
		Girl you're all I need to get by, you're my kinda girl

up close
You can find me there

I'm in the clouds
Puffin' loud
Burnin' by the
Pound that window down

Air it out
Bass loud like blastin' sounds

Yeah,

the dirty south (repeat 2X)

(Redd)
down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
down south you gone always spot us in them coupes

(Lil' Flip)
well down

fort and hold out
We've got enough supplies to see it through
With flashlights and 50 cent novels
The world burns but baby I got you
Baby I got you
Baby

Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get yo

Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like

Tool
I'm real nigga, you so full
World tours, and you local
All you say this shit on the menu
Give me large fries and I’ll be cool
Put your hands down by

her line.
I got ghosted by death, but damn the sex felt just fine.
It’s so disgraceful innit how you could pull up so ignant.
I got so much death

This rhyme
Was inspired by six-nine
So when you getting money
Just know you can get time
And don't ask kids
For vocals and ad-libs
If you tryna build

Everybody wanna say they did it for me 
And everybody wanna be part of the success story 
And everybody wanna feel important 
Then when u blow up