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Fake it, tell a lie, then it's bye to a guy
That's my ally, make 'em go bye-bye like it's a drive-by
Like it's a Sci-Fi movie scene, we let the sparks

know.

Because bled by many cents of 50, a joe,
Death seems easy, while life's the foe,
He isn't dead,
c legend instead,
If my words could be said.

Okay,

on chili just like sriracha is
If she got a gag, gotta give me that cents like 50, not talkin' bout maracas
I can't go bendin' to Casino, gotta stop chick

Like to present
A phony baloney who was trying
To kill me for fifty cents
But soon noticed a dent where
He inhaled to his extent

Stupid bitch

Keep me

job

Got these other bitches mad at you
Go head girl I'm proud of you
Go go, go go
Set fire to the whole dance floor
Everybody scared they don't see you

a low profile while breaking the law
Balance the present and summon up dreams
I was in Tower but now I just stream
By myself on my phone well

Want

Don't make me knock it off
You ain't down to catch a hat so quit the cap
You been bitched by many men
50 cent I tell my dog to get the strap
I'm not

this juice
'til my hands get heavy, and my pants get loose. 

I gave 50 cents but all they got was bad news
Seems the odds are stacked against me, and so

cause I'm getting down
I'm having fun fuck a frown
I'll survive yeah yeah
I'll survive
Gloria G
Original Gangsta
50 cent yo call out the wankstas

a settlement
You need to go to church, you niggas ain't heaven sent,
I wish death on them, I feel like I'm 50 cent
They wish death on me, you know what I meant,

москве
Это шутка конечно
Я хочу умереть старым, в один день с андеграундом
Когда 50 cent станет ванхандредфаузэнтнахуй
Leave me in a kitchen with 3 grams

that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)

G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?

Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo

It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm

Love Me

Green Day

Alternative: The Best Songs

2005

rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch

(Chorus)

(50 Cent)
My buzz is

And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her

goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size

The Bum-Bitch Ballad

J-Zone

Pimps Don't Pay Taxes

bitch! And kept goin'
Now wait a minute, you're talking about my sister!
Fifty-cent juice drinkin' bitch!

Biatch!

King Of The Road

Rufus Wainwright

Brokeback Mountain [Original Score]

2005

Trailers 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

King of the Road

Rufus Wainwright

Fall Forecast

2005

Trailers 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

a knock at my front door
Oh no there must be 50 or more

Rat dance rats dancing
Rats dance the night away
Rat dance rats dancing
Rats dance the night away

After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in

Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like

(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men

I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent

I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t