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a livin' off my lifestyle
It's quite foul how you ain't real as what you write down
I'm right now, fifty cal and some white owls
Ain't nothin' like

Get Rich or Die Tryin and I'm still in/stealin time

We so alive
Can't stand up, if you ain't on ya grind
50 times I served them 50 lines
I seen 50

payment I need it on time Gotta get mine by the end of this rhyme

And I came through no way and I standing in line
Some niggas hate at the drop of a dime

You gon see this clip
9 Shots rip
Make him flip
Now he 50 cent
Change ain't doing shit
Need some chips
Like its poker bitch
Trapping till I'm po
Fuck

We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I

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

Set to BIG's "The World
Is Filled" instrumental

Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'!

She ain't that chick from the burbs
That's

sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say

Suspended license still a n*gga chase it
Revolver generous
You keep the casings
It's just the basic
The pine box or the iron bracelets
I embrace it
By Allah's

Wanna Get to Know You

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy [Clean]

2003

me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her

like its swag 
Young nigga walk around having thigh pads 
Think I'm sponsored by Glad way I’m going for the bag 
B*tch my presence is a present 
My past

King of the Road

Del Reeves

Del Reeves Sings Girl on the Billboard

1965

or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes

Ah, but two hours of pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve

I'm holding us up
50 Cent's in Da Club I'm throwing it up
I don't know nothing about your crew boy
When I'm in the club I get real boy so feel boy
I

King of the Road

Johnny Paycheck

Johnny Paycheck at Carnegie Hall

1966

Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom 
Buys

to day sweeter than honey now
Known for the laughs, ain't funny now
And I got a line for they running mouths
When they come around with the shit talk
I

'm 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

50 Shot Ya

50 Cent

Bulletproof, Vol. 4

2008

Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,

It's Over Now

Kool Keith

A Much Better Tomorrow

2000

Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50

please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please 
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents

of the Verse and I'm extra stylish
ALL STAR's on my feet yo
I'll kick it witcha at the finish line
Said if I come late then nevermind
But zero to fifty

by in the back of the Ford
Racks on me, but I still dress poor
Give me head, I know you a dork
She wanna go viral, so imma record
Strangle a ngga with

people just wasn't talking bout sh*t
And I don't put in my two pennies on some not worth a cent
I learned that in middle school when I got my first percent

I lost 50 then lost 50 then lost 50
The first fell out my pocket
Phone ringing, I reached in to get it
Ain't have my wallet on me I was slippin

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