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No Good

Anthony Hamilton

Wooden Leather

2003

this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song

the scale
Break you up out of your shell
Have you on that demon time
But we never kiss and tell
Put my 2 cents in ya water
When you cum I wish you well

Put

alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold

like I'm OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I've been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty

W.R.O.H

Ab-Soul

These Days...

2014

in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I

(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you

Pittsburgh sound
And Imma always hold pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn

Roll

fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't  get by
This shit on my

(Woo) , came up off them Snack Packs
50-cent for Shastas
Itchy blop' up in the backpack
Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box
We had to have that
Made us heavy

a send a text, shawty we on Cinemax
Feelin' like I'm in a scope (interscope)
Fuck the aftermath, we sent(cent) 50 at his cantaloupe
Made it thru the rain,

try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between

me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings

down by law and I know my way around

Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!

A castle in the sky, one

that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling

need to go)

I'm hoping that my 2 cents will get me dollar bills
Been on fire with NuSince roasting ant hills
No more belts around my neck
Just loops

make no sense
Getting rich Counting cents__ damn my life is marvelous
I everyday I walk in tint 
You might miss it if you squint
From the gods I was sent

whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?

Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you

Put You on the Game

The Game

Put You in the Game

2005

homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent

lane I'll never switch
Only worried bout skip 
I'm just tryna stack my chips 
Spend not a cent on a bitch
Keep the money in the pocket
The burner under

to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!

Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look

And didn't really know
What happened
After that
But my boyfriend later told me
I told everyone off

I sat out by the pool the next day
Reading Fahrenheit 451
I

astounding
Imma turn this fifty cent to fifty thousand
I could turn a couple bricks into a mountain

Bitch
Bitch, I do it for my dawgs like Fido
Half a shade

people taking pictures just to post me on they story 
Even though I ain't in prison see I still am serving time 
Plus my image is determined not by me but

That's why you gotta watch your friends you
Got to watch me they conniving, shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent