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make me some frags
Love me know use to front in the past
Know these bitches I pick by the draft
Funds drop so I digi the dash
V 12 shit move like

трафик go slow
 
Снег в нос? Fuck no!

Я в полном хламе залетел на шоу

Fuck bitches, get money it's all I know

Как месячных сука ждёт мой flow

Твоя hoe

government
Smoking fifty blunts and I'm still hitting bruh
Still rippin' bruh get a penny each bitch I fucked
Now I got millions bitches by the billions
My

I’ve been sippin
On some Bombay
Cuz life gives me lemons
Pink lemonade
And the pink's for the women
That be thinking that I’m 50 cent
Cuz we be Effen
Ooh

stuck
Two hundred on the dash in my Lamborghini truck
The bitch chose up on a nigga like me
They call me T boogie, I'm who yo nigga wanna be
No 50 cent

Transit just to f**k s**t up 
Might hit The Factory just to f**k s**t up

F**k s**t up 8x

2nd Verse (Streetz)

I turn a quarter into a dollar, not fifty

keep a lead wit her
Don't get blood all in yo' dreads trying to get ahead nigga
And it's fuck how u feelin' im trying to get some bread with ya
If we

Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin

gone make me catch a hat
Fn's n glock's boy it'll get ya zapped
Feelin like 50 cent plenty man want my spot
But I'm movin on my pivot I ain't tryna get

bitches like I was a pimp
I'm faded my nigga ain't talking bout temp
Fuck that little bitch and her friend
Throw that little bitch and I put her on film

ain't talking disney
Yeah you know you ain't better then 50
Ain't no way that you better then 50

You know it's bands over bitches
My money come first,

envy 
You say you got money nigga really 
I bring them racks in by the plenty 
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents 
You wasn't

Hit the Block [Bonus Track]

UGK

Underground Kingz

2007

five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that

By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac

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

talent
but I don´t give a shit what they talk
If I smoke I buy my dope by my dealer
because mr. Monkey is the king
he don´t give a fuck
and he blaze his

all that nonsense
Saying imma kill you but I know its fucking nonsense
Imma pull up with the stick
Yeah Im about to pop shit
Im not fifty cent but imma

And I'm ready with receipts, I be provin' shit (I be provin' shit)
I blow fifty racks in Target on some stupid shit (on some stupid shit)
Bitches out here

clout)
I just flew back with a fifty told them fuck niggas let get it (Fuck nigga lets get it)
My bitch she swear I be trippin say I'm in love with

Hoodrats

Obie Trice

Cheers

2003

want to brag and say "already had 'em
He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl)
Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl)
D-12 shouldn't of had

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bitch can’t fuck with my dopamine

30-40-50 grams yeah I’m a fiend

Got some thotties by my side rollin the deep

Shawty can’t

lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again

you in your sac
No bitch I never lack
Ten toes down
Fuck a tic tac
Ingot bitches like some triple X
Fuck a double X L on my Nav shit
Bitch I’m top sav

fuck with the Zen
Nigga don’t fuck with my Zen
I can’t give these bitches a cent
I can’t even look in the lens, yeah
Nigga don’t fuck with the Zen
Nigga

missing
The front of that paper I'm listed
That money you saved I flipped it
That check that you saved I drenched it
On bitches got Remy by da fiftys
We