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hurts, I can't be fake
Gotta keep your head up, when the going get tough
Finally got my bread up, 100s 50s piling up
She know I can't save her, I know

Episode one
Meet my friends
By Kerri Renton
Illustrated by Jason Howe
In the great Australian outback
Where the cowboys and cowgirls live
The night

something?
I've seen way too much for a twenty something
You want to give me love, and man that's really something.
But you don't know what I had to do for

Yeah, yeah, yeah
All these dudes doing too much, gotta set 'em straight
Shorty cautionary tales with the yellow tape
We can do it when you want,

facts I done seen this shit before
I'm type a Nigga tella broke bitch to break down
Tell her don't even focus on that bill shit too much money in the way

feel it's green
Then I go suit up by myself
An handle business
Ion need a bunch of niggas Riding
I'm one deep on them missions
It ain't my fault you had

Motherfucker looking like I'm about to kill it like you never seen a white boy on the Mother fucking mic kill the skillet like

Call me fifty cent the way I walk

keep a lil Uzi
I keep a 50 inside of my clip
If he talking that shit knock some cents in his head
I'm just a lil bit shaky I ain't in da club
Cuz I know

Coming straight from the rock
Yo
You know where we been at
Neither nigga
We at the function all time
So pop
Pop off
On my 50 cent shit
100

shots, baby more than 50 Cent
Is this a war I'm finna win?
Fighting with myself I'm so tired of being tired of myself
I know I probably feel better prior

by myself
Think I need an FN
Boutta put an FN on me
Why I'm acting different round you
Cuz I think you said something
Talk behind my back
And then I

if I was broke or if I was filthy rich
Trynna make a dollar out of fifty cent
Might run up stupid numbers but I got plenty since
Keep that chopper like

of 5.0's in the ten
I cannot be seen, my car got 5%, the tint
I be making money, I could go and pay your rent
Switching on the team so, no, you cannot get

Hey Mama 
Won't you come Fuc wit DaDa
Cuz you look like my type 
Mismatch designer 
Seen you mixed the new Prada 
With balenciaga 

Or The Gucci one

lyrics I swear by now that I’ve seen ‘em all
Now Biggie Smalls, Christopher Wallace, Tupac Shakur
You two will never be forgotten, the way that you rocked

Thinkin they caught they lick
Wait til I hit em like this 
I got dat wish a b*tch would mentality
50 cent & Suge academy 
Violate da hood, don't challenge

50 Cent, Ludacris, Public Enemy, ScHoolboy Q
I was rapping with artists I'd never heard of before
Who ripped the mic in ways I'd never seen in person

to God he see a nigga tring
10 percent possed to be the tith
50 cent or you can die tring

Im blowing spinach with a popeye
Cuz every nigga now-a-days

the line when you the one that use to lead it
Judged by the cover could of took the time to read it
Been a hell of a season
50 every game this year
I finally

Blood filled swimming pools waiting for the fool
Every red cent that he spent need to be paid
Fuck around and get beheaded if he do not behave
See he

shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent
I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks
Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest
I'm Sia with

get rich, yeah, really rich Bitch, I came from 50 cent, life's a bitch
Can't split the rent, I can't stress off little shit
I'm focused on bigger shit,

ah mini van
tell em feel fifty cent im wanted dead by many men... (tell em get up wit me)
glocky with attachments but I started with ah taurus we was

got me to lose, mixin' with
klonopins
See if I touch the stars, I can
Boy, that's what I represent
Kill many men like 50 Cent
Ain't got a gun, then