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They ask what's in my cup
When I'm sippin' on this potion
Got it wet need no lotion
LA cookie what I'm smokin
Fifty bands catch me hoppin' in a rari
She

that I'm poppin', hate the fact that I'm achieving
I'm affecting they noggin, I'm only spitting what they needing
See they heads and the bopping' I mold

the night
Uh, uh, uh
If you gon' let them get me
If you gon' stand up on my side
If you gon' hold the 50, then I got some killers by my side
But we ain't

Break it down, roll it up, find some hoes that's down to fuck
Liquor bottles, kissin' models, I might drown inside my cup
What's the move, what's

snitched on me
Now I gotta shoot up his white truck
My cousin snitched on me
Now I gotta shoot up his white van
I just got approached in the
Mall by a white

U Don't Wanna Be Broke

Bad Azz

Personal Business

2001

of those have-nots

You don't want to be broke, you want to be rich and famous 
(Bad Azz is a fool)
well why would you go where everybody knows what your

the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I

Goodness should lead men to the repentance
(it should make you wanna change)

50 Cent took nine shots look at his face
If you look a lil closer
You can see

I’ll spend my life in jail




Made it back to Reno babe and I wagered 50 cents
I turned it to 5000 yes and paid back what was lent


Set out running but

Fuckers

Rap attack 50
Goddamn
W, M, A
Bare no sin
W, M
W, M

Come on, ma, can I borrow the keys?
My generation is carpooling with doom

of time just a little bit (a little bit)
Pardon me yo I’m on some 50 Cent shit (a little bit)
The way you movin’ them thighs got me on the rise
Go from

like a Nat
clways on a n**** back, cuz' da' way a n**** act
If a n**** talk his shit, 50 Cent “Get The Strap!”
Paranoia in my mind, always gotta watch my

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

wasn't tryna die poor
To get rich or die tryin' like I'm 50 Cent
Literally, literally, I'm hated by many men
Says she sees the good in me, but I don't

friends and his so-called bros
He went ghost quick
Power tripping off 50 cent talk is cheap he 100
Ain't cheating on him you was just cheating on yourself

Missy Elliot and we need that Jimmy Iovine
Codeine on an IV, and Busta Rhymes to hype me
The fifty cent to million, a hundred for the icing
Hit up Paul

The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)

know I will
Bet that 9 tryna blow like a bitch
Hit him 9 times he is not 50 cent
Chasing that paper in any event

And I'm stuffing that bag with M after

shit on the streets
then the bitch go down to their knees
I take my inspiration from 50 Cent
you now what I´m say
Is hard to think of my past
all

Guns and Butter

C-Rayz Walz

Ravipops (The Substance)

[ad libs and shouts for first 12 seconds]

[C-Rayz Walz]
see-Rayz, guns and butter!
Go back upstairs, eat your mac cheese and fishsticks
You not 50

like
Yeah, walkin' like I'm meant to ball
Spider on the beat, put the
Lighter on the tree, like yeah
Ah, tell me what's the vibe then bro?
Are we gonna

nigga tight
I just pull up n dat charger like What's poppin' 
Dippin swervin' bitch I'm chasin Down a profit
See how a playa make dat Stussy Match dem j's

from the fame
Y'all the same rappin' bout money and chains

I've been shot in the chest by my brother (ouch)
Dawgs got their bets on the other (what

Right now I don’t even know what to say
These things are running through my head
I don’t think these even rhyme
I just want something to chime
Oh