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50 Cent

Curtis James Jackson III (born July 6, 1975), better known by his stage name 50 Cent, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, investor, and actor. He rose to fame with the release of his albums Get Rich or Die Tryin' (2003) and The Massacre (2005). His album Get Rich or Die Tryin' has been certified eight times platinum by the RIAA. more »

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Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit

This rap shit plays a major part in my life
So if you jeopardize it, I got the right (what?)
To send a motherfucker at you tonight (uh-huh)
G-Unit (come on)

And I ain't stopping 'til my clique popping
Swimming in barrels of money
Ma can walk around with her head up
'Cause her child ain't a dummy (yeah)
It's funny, niggas'd rather see you suffering and hungry
I'm comfy as hell, skating with another nigga's money (woo)
You lying your ass off, you know you ain't that tough
I'm pulling your mask off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for, a piece of the game, boy
Artillery that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence of a female's the form of a demon
That's why I f*ck 'em and leave 'em, get my nut while I'm breathin' (yeah)
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slipping
Now I'm ducking and driven
That's a thousand dollar outfit, what the f*ck is you rippin'?
You trippin', one record could get my ass in position
Death waits for no religion whether Catholic or Christian (ah)
Listen, I went through mama bitching in and out the kitchen
With probable cause, it's probably sending out to prison
You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
We got more four-fives and nines than a deck of cards (woo)

You can take me out the hood
But can't take the hood out me ('cause what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto, niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
They love you, they love you
"Chi Chi, get the yayo" (get the yayo)
Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the train, what?
"Chi Chi, get the yayo"
Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo)
You can sniff me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller in the whole fucking country (what?)
Wall Street niggas, they cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
I'll smuggle, I'm nothing but trouble
I'll make your money double, cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover (woo)
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator (uh-huh)
Feed your family, turn your man to a hater
Put me in your door panels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half, you hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
You trying to move more birds
In PA all day, on the corner of Third, nigga what? (Oh no)

You can take me out the hood
But can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
Picture me polishing pistols, I'm coming to get you
The shells hit you, you screamin'
Think I'm playing? I mean it
Man, I done bought all these pistols, let's get it popping (yeah)
Start to wavin' my invoice, shell cases get to dropping
If death is around the corner, I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside, gun in my pocket, just stunting, no stopping
I'm dying to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless
You know my contestants (oh)
As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessings, clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak shall perish
I told you before
Hoes, they compliment me now like, "50, nice chain"
Bellagio, twenty grand of chips at a dice game
Burn out, can't stop, gotta watch MTV, BET
Nigga, you see me
I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doing good
Or 'cause niggas feeling me more than you in your own hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
'Cause they know you just rapping and you don't bust a gat
You pussy

Yeah, explain it to the niggas in your hood, nigga
They know you fucking fronting, nigga
Talking like gangstas on a record
I see you, nigga, niggas know me, nigga
Ask around in my hood, nigga
Read the Daily News, nigga
You see them talking about me, nigga
I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
Pussy, let's get it popping

G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit, G-Unit

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