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the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your

pie
Love the way you make me feel
Number two, super size
Love the way you make me feel
MIK, 50 Cent, Murda Inc Killa
I heard about your show too

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

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

Cent's vest
From G-Unit, all I need is three unit's
Can't see me
But I'm the illest cat you seen do this
I be movin’ with disciples
And you a pre-Judas

wanna cramp my style
Blao
Y'all don't wanna cramp my style
Blao
Y'all don't wanna cramp my style
Blao
Y'all don't wanna cramp my style

I gave you power

Obsessed, she's a mess 
But she's one of god's best
Invigorated with self hate
Banging inside her chest
Drowning in her emotions
Triggered by

and
Amputated his shootin' arm
Now that's a stretch, Ab-Soul
Like the fifty-mile strip when
I'm pimpin' these hoes
Call me Dolemite, no, I take that back


I wish

years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one

We Follow Jesus
Mmmm
God first place like gold
I will never sell my soul

Aye, God first place like gold
I will never sell my soul
They callin' me

god damn)
You niggas hating don't make sense
Because they all sound like me (Aye)
Ya been actin' like my sons and
I'm as proud as can be
(Proud as can

station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

got my change up (How) I never gave up
Went from evictions to victories
Pullin' them strings like a symphony
Gunnin' whoever they send for me
Bitch you

thousand one
My uncle Q grabbed me Blueprint for christmas
In the year twenty twenty i gave y'all the Nueprint
If you think your style better you better

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

dick
Bust a clip while I'm twisting a spliff
Ya man Dae could give a fuck less, I'm letting it rip
They all think I'm dead, when they see me they gonna

ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm

I GOT SAVED JESUS GAVE ME PREMISSION TO MURDER THEM 
TOLD MY SON JO GO AHEAD AND THROW ME THE BIBLE, BY THE TIME I FINISH USING METAPHORS IN THIS

the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh

excited every time I saw a message from you
God had put me through a lot, but he was blessing me too 
I wasn't sure if you would say yes after waiting so

"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true

Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still

let's be honest
What if Edgar J hoover
Ain't dismantle the Panthers?
What if Pac had braids
What if police wore bandanas?
What if 50 Cent beat Kanye in

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

"whatcha doin'?" 
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?" 
He says "I gotta gig for ya" 
He says "ya gotta gig for me